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[m_pinocchio]

He wakes up slowly, and it takes him a while to realize that it isn't the first time, and longer to understand why the body draped over him and the limbs tangled up with his don't seem strange or out of place. Once he's awake enough to grasp that, he's awake enough to wonder what time it is--he can see light through the curtains--but he can't see

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[little_moons]

I wake up with my cheek still resting against his chest. He's already awake. Even though I haven't lifted my head to look, I can tell. His fingers slide through my hair and I nuzzle instinctively closer, letting out a low, sleepy groan and stretching a kick out of my spine.

We've moved in the night, but really only to tangle closer. Sticking together with sweat and dried come and it really should be kind of gross, but it kind of isn't.

Cracking open an eye, I lift my head to look at him and manage a bleary smile.

"Hey," I murmur, voice rusty and deep from sleep. Through the haze of sleep, I feel weirdly awkward and almost nervous. I've never woken up the next morning with the guy I fucked the night before. There's probably some kind of etiquette I don't know about.

[m_pinocchio]

"Hey, yourself." His fingers continue their easy slide as he meets Neil's gaze, and there... when the fuck did he last do this? When the fuck was he last able? So many of the evenings he's started with men have still ended with him alone. Which was fine.

Until now.

He leans up and presses a clumsy kiss to Neil's temple. "What the fuck time is it? Can you see?"

[little_moons]

Lifting my head, I blink until my eyes adjust enough to make out the clock, my stomach sinking when I see it's almost ten.

"Fuck," I breathe, scrambling off of him with a snort of laughter and practically tumbling off the bed and onto my feet. "I'm gonna be late."

Snatching up my clothes, I flash him a crooked smile, shrugging helplessly. "My uniform's back at the fuckin' apartment. I gotta go."

[m_pinocchio]

He rolls onto his side with a soft protest--no real firmness in it, because he's too sleepy still and because he knows it's pointless--props his head up on one hand and watches Neil move with slightly hazy interest. Part of him had been thinking about a long, slow, very hot shower, and maybe with company.

But maybe there can be another chance for that.

"Tell me where the place is again," he murmurs. "I'll come find you."

[little_moons]

"It's uh, right on the corner of 4th Avenue and 12th," I say, crouching down to fish my shoes out from under the bed again, "Stop by, I'll give you a discount."

Though, I am vaguely embarrassed by the idea of him seeing me in that stupid fuckin' uniform, but whatever.

Stepping into my jeans, I walk over to the side of the bed, within touching distance but still keeping my hands to myself. "I get off at six."

[m_pinocchio]

"Yeah, now we get to the real reason I wanted to fuck you," he says with a lazy half-smile. He reaches out and hooks a finger through one of Neil's belt loops, tugging him close enough to press a kiss to his hip, just above his waistband.

"Tonight's New Year's." He glances up, leaving anything else unsaid. He's not sure what he would say, anyway. Suggesting anything else feels like another step, when he's still not sure he should be setting the pace.

[little_moons]

Pulling my t-shirt over my head, I drop a hand to his head, fingers slipping through his hair.

"Yeah, I guess it is," I shrug, 'cause I didn't exactly forget, but it wasn't something I really gave a shit about or was lookin' forward to or whatever. It's a night off, maybe an excuse to get really fucked up, but other than that, I hadn't really thought about it.

"I really gotta go," I say, leaning down on a whim to catch his lips in a kiss, "If I get back to the apartment quick enough, I might actually get to take a fuckin' shower."

[m_pinocchio]

"Could take one here," he breathes, dropping back onto the bed, but it's a suggestion without any real weight behind it. He waves a hand, stretching luxuriously; this sensuality, too, is... not new. But dormant for a long time. There's usually so little room for it.

"Go on. I'll come by later."

[little_moons]

"Yeah, okay," I murmur, just watching him for a moment or two, my bottom lip caught between my teeth, before I cough out a laugh and turn away from him, 'cause if I don't I'm pretty sure I'll never get the hell out of here.

I step into my shoes and shrug on my coat in a move that manages to be spastic and kind of graceful at the same time, shuffling toward the door and turning to give him one last look at the door.

"I'll see you," I say, and then I'm out the door, shutting it behind me and feeling a little bit like I'm waking up from a dream. Back to the real world, again.

At least for a little while.