Exercise
Title: Exercise
Characters: Doug Walker, Eugene Ziegler
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 540
Notes: itsproductivity 4/2: Write about waking up.
The alarm went off at 6:17 a.m., as it did every weekday. Doug fumbled to turn it off, as he did every weekday.
An arm wrapped around his middle and pulled him back toward the center of the bed. That was new.
"Time is it?" a rough voice murmured against the back of his neck. The breath tickled the short hair at his nape, and Doug let his head fall forward when lips pressed to his skin for a moment.
"Six twenty," he said, and the arm around his waist tightened a little.
"Time does school start?"
"Nine."
"You wake up early."
"I like to go for a run in the morning."
"Can I convince you to skip it?" Laughing under his breath, Doug rolled over to meet a pair of sleepy, hopeful green eyes.
"Only if you're planning on helping me get my heart rate up some other way. A man's got to stick to his fitness regime somehow."
"I think I can figure something out," Gene said with arched eyebrows. He reached up to cup Doug's cheek, stroking his thumb over the greying beard, and leaned in to kiss him good morning.
This was the first time Doug had brought Gene back to his apartment, finally reaching the point where he wouldn't care if anyone said anything, because everyone who mattered already knew, and everyone about whose opinion he cared had accepted it. They'd been sleeping together for the better part of five months at this point; they'd started calling it a relationship a couple of weeks ago, and Doug still felt a little giddy when he thought about that fact. It had been so long since his last relationship that he'd honestly been afraid he might never have a real one again.
Gene was good for him. They got along well; Gene didn't mind Doug's lack of seriousness, and Doug liked Gene's intensity, the way he would focus on something until he was satisfied that he understood it. He really liked being the center of that focus, too. He liked having Gene's bright eyes and broad hands on him, liked that low voice in his ear.
Gene pulled him closer and curled an ankle around Doug's calf, twining their legs together; his fingertips dragged through Doug's hair, and it only took a little shift to get Doug on top, leaning on his elbows and looking down at Gene curiously.
"Don't give me that doe-eyed look, you know full well what's going on," Gene teased. Doug stuck his tongue out.
"That's not 'doe-eyed', that's 'nearsighted', you should be familiar with that one at this point," Doug teased him right back, leaning down to press a kiss to the smooth curve of Gene's skull. "And yes, I think I've got the idea." If he didn't have it, he got it as soon as Gene's hands slid under the fabric of his boxers to grope him, strong fingers curling around his length and coaxing it awake.
As it turned out, by the time they were done with each other Doug's heart was pounding exactly as if he'd gone for his usual four-mile run, but he felt a great deal more satisfied than after his normal exercise.
Characters: Doug Walker, Eugene Ziegler
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 540
Notes: itsproductivity 4/2: Write about waking up.
The alarm went off at 6:17 a.m., as it did every weekday. Doug fumbled to turn it off, as he did every weekday.
An arm wrapped around his middle and pulled him back toward the center of the bed. That was new.
"Time is it?" a rough voice murmured against the back of his neck. The breath tickled the short hair at his nape, and Doug let his head fall forward when lips pressed to his skin for a moment.
"Six twenty," he said, and the arm around his waist tightened a little.
"Time does school start?"
"Nine."
"You wake up early."
"I like to go for a run in the morning."
"Can I convince you to skip it?" Laughing under his breath, Doug rolled over to meet a pair of sleepy, hopeful green eyes.
"Only if you're planning on helping me get my heart rate up some other way. A man's got to stick to his fitness regime somehow."
"I think I can figure something out," Gene said with arched eyebrows. He reached up to cup Doug's cheek, stroking his thumb over the greying beard, and leaned in to kiss him good morning.
This was the first time Doug had brought Gene back to his apartment, finally reaching the point where he wouldn't care if anyone said anything, because everyone who mattered already knew, and everyone about whose opinion he cared had accepted it. They'd been sleeping together for the better part of five months at this point; they'd started calling it a relationship a couple of weeks ago, and Doug still felt a little giddy when he thought about that fact. It had been so long since his last relationship that he'd honestly been afraid he might never have a real one again.
Gene was good for him. They got along well; Gene didn't mind Doug's lack of seriousness, and Doug liked Gene's intensity, the way he would focus on something until he was satisfied that he understood it. He really liked being the center of that focus, too. He liked having Gene's bright eyes and broad hands on him, liked that low voice in his ear.
Gene pulled him closer and curled an ankle around Doug's calf, twining their legs together; his fingertips dragged through Doug's hair, and it only took a little shift to get Doug on top, leaning on his elbows and looking down at Gene curiously.
"Don't give me that doe-eyed look, you know full well what's going on," Gene teased. Doug stuck his tongue out.
"That's not 'doe-eyed', that's 'nearsighted', you should be familiar with that one at this point," Doug teased him right back, leaning down to press a kiss to the smooth curve of Gene's skull. "And yes, I think I've got the idea." If he didn't have it, he got it as soon as Gene's hands slid under the fabric of his boxers to grope him, strong fingers curling around his length and coaxing it awake.
As it turned out, by the time they were done with each other Doug's heart was pounding exactly as if he'd gone for his usual four-mile run, but he felt a great deal more satisfied than after his normal exercise.