Insomnia
Title: Insomnia
'Verse: Psychomachia
Rating: slash - implied
Pairing: Chris & Seth
Author's Note: Chris can't sleep.
Chris tossed and turned, twisting in his sheets and tangling his legs. He couldn’t sleep, he’d been lying in bed for an hour or more, and his mind just kept running. Seth. He said his name was Seth. Blonde hair, green eyes. He was sure his smile would be fabulous if he ever did it.
But would he ever get a chance to see that smile? Chris buried his face in his pillow. Seth hadn’t liked him at all. Everything about him had just dripped disdain. Chris wondered if he disliked people in general, or if it was just him. He sort of hoped it was people in general. Chris didn’t appreciate being disliked unless he really deserved it, and he thought maybe this time he didn’t.
He peered at the clock. Even six inches away from his face, he had to squint. 2:13 a.m. He groaned. Rolling onto his side, he looked over at the other side of the room. He could just make out the outline of Ty’s sleeping form. Kicking the tangled sheets off his legs, he stumbled out of his bed and padded over to Ty’s.
When he pulled the sheets back and climbed in, Ty’s eyes opened to gaze sleepily at him. “Kit?” he mumbled. “Whussamatta?”
He didn’t answer, choosing instead to snuggle against his side. Ty blinked down at him, wrapped an arm around him, and fell back asleep. With the warmth and comfort of another body next to his, Chris, too, was asleep within a few minutes’ time.
'Verse: Psychomachia
Rating: slash - implied
Pairing: Chris & Seth
Author's Note: Chris can't sleep.
Chris tossed and turned, twisting in his sheets and tangling his legs. He couldn’t sleep, he’d been lying in bed for an hour or more, and his mind just kept running. Seth. He said his name was Seth. Blonde hair, green eyes. He was sure his smile would be fabulous if he ever did it.
But would he ever get a chance to see that smile? Chris buried his face in his pillow. Seth hadn’t liked him at all. Everything about him had just dripped disdain. Chris wondered if he disliked people in general, or if it was just him. He sort of hoped it was people in general. Chris didn’t appreciate being disliked unless he really deserved it, and he thought maybe this time he didn’t.
He peered at the clock. Even six inches away from his face, he had to squint. 2:13 a.m. He groaned. Rolling onto his side, he looked over at the other side of the room. He could just make out the outline of Ty’s sleeping form. Kicking the tangled sheets off his legs, he stumbled out of his bed and padded over to Ty’s.
When he pulled the sheets back and climbed in, Ty’s eyes opened to gaze sleepily at him. “Kit?” he mumbled. “Whussamatta?”
He didn’t answer, choosing instead to snuggle against his side. Ty blinked down at him, wrapped an arm around him, and fell back asleep. With the warmth and comfort of another body next to his, Chris, too, was asleep within a few minutes’ time.