12_stories - caring [rpf/edm; joel zimmerman/sonny moore]
prompt - 12_stories/09. caring
fandom - edm
characters/pairings - joel zimmerman/sonny moore
rating - pg
warnings - real-person fiction, slash/BL
word count - 654
summary - sonny stays the night.
notes - n/a
@DW
It's the first time in a while he's been able to run his fingers through his hair without catching on a snag or a knot. When Sonny looks in the mirror, the hair is still inky and the roots aren't totally clean but at least it's brushed which is more than he'd been able to say in a long time. He pokes his tongue at one of the holes in his lips as he shrugs on his shirt and shimmies on his jeans, hopping a little to get them all the way up to his hips and buttoned. A tune passes by his lips as he steps out of the bathroom and onto the hardwood floors of Joel's apartment. Sonny takes advantage of this and the fact that he's in socks and slides a little bit just for fun as he goes down the hallway where Joel is sitting at the computer. Again.
...Still.
Sonny slides on the floor and comes to a halt next to the computer. "Do you ever leave that thing when you're at home?"
"Not... really." Joel says after a while. Sonny stands there awkwardly for a minute before Joel turns off his monitor and then he's standing, too. Sonny feels shorter all of a sudden but he doesn't say anything. "I guess it's time to go to sleep, then?" Joel's head tilts and he looks at his cell phone, and it's two in the morning. "Ah it's still pretty early though."
Joel is pretty much talking to himself at this point so Sonny doesn't comment, but he turns to go back down the hall to Joel's room and Joel follows. Inside the room Sonny heads right for the bed, sinking into it on his stomach and grabbing a hold of a soft pillow. Joel shuts the door and shucks his hat somewhere, turns off the light and peels off his shirt, hearing it land on the floor before he climbs onto his bed.
In the darkness of the room, he finds Sonny by touch, fingers grasping at the denim of his jeans and sliding up to the hem of his shirt and then the collar. Sonny moves his arms awkwardly, away from the pillow and down in between the two of them. His heart speeds up when Joel reaches his face, takes off his glasses.
"You can't see anything anyway." Joel laughs and it sounds loud, but that's okay, he thinks, because it's just them and they don't have to be quiet. The small clink of the plastics rims of the glasses against the wood dresser distract him from the hand suddenly touching his hair. "It's soft."
"It is." Sonny agrees, not sure what else to say. Usually with Joel conversation comes freely and naturally; it's normally so easy just to talk with Joel. The intimacy of the situation somehow makes things different and he has trouble getting thoughts to turn into words to get past the stickiness of his throat. He's about to say something else when Joel kisses him.
He inhales from the unexpected contact and his body heats up abruptly and cools again, but his heart doesn't stop from speeding up. Joel pulls back very shortly after but stays in close proximity, his fingers getting lost in Sonny's hair, feeling the strands next to their shoulders.
"We aren't normally so domestic when you visit." Joel observes.
Sonny nods and he can feel Joel's body heat and it's nice. He tilts his head down a little more and scrunches a bit, knees bent, ready to fall asleep. Joel's toes curl in the cuff of Sonny's jeans. "Good night."
Sonny's hand grabs Joel's and he keeps them there in the little valley between them. "G'night."
fandom - edm
characters/pairings - joel zimmerman/sonny moore
rating - pg
warnings - real-person fiction, slash/BL
word count - 654
summary - sonny stays the night.
notes - n/a
@DW
It's the first time in a while he's been able to run his fingers through his hair without catching on a snag or a knot. When Sonny looks in the mirror, the hair is still inky and the roots aren't totally clean but at least it's brushed which is more than he'd been able to say in a long time. He pokes his tongue at one of the holes in his lips as he shrugs on his shirt and shimmies on his jeans, hopping a little to get them all the way up to his hips and buttoned. A tune passes by his lips as he steps out of the bathroom and onto the hardwood floors of Joel's apartment. Sonny takes advantage of this and the fact that he's in socks and slides a little bit just for fun as he goes down the hallway where Joel is sitting at the computer. Again.
...Still.
Sonny slides on the floor and comes to a halt next to the computer. "Do you ever leave that thing when you're at home?"
"Not... really." Joel says after a while. Sonny stands there awkwardly for a minute before Joel turns off his monitor and then he's standing, too. Sonny feels shorter all of a sudden but he doesn't say anything. "I guess it's time to go to sleep, then?" Joel's head tilts and he looks at his cell phone, and it's two in the morning. "Ah it's still pretty early though."
Joel is pretty much talking to himself at this point so Sonny doesn't comment, but he turns to go back down the hall to Joel's room and Joel follows. Inside the room Sonny heads right for the bed, sinking into it on his stomach and grabbing a hold of a soft pillow. Joel shuts the door and shucks his hat somewhere, turns off the light and peels off his shirt, hearing it land on the floor before he climbs onto his bed.
In the darkness of the room, he finds Sonny by touch, fingers grasping at the denim of his jeans and sliding up to the hem of his shirt and then the collar. Sonny moves his arms awkwardly, away from the pillow and down in between the two of them. His heart speeds up when Joel reaches his face, takes off his glasses.
"You can't see anything anyway." Joel laughs and it sounds loud, but that's okay, he thinks, because it's just them and they don't have to be quiet. The small clink of the plastics rims of the glasses against the wood dresser distract him from the hand suddenly touching his hair. "It's soft."
"It is." Sonny agrees, not sure what else to say. Usually with Joel conversation comes freely and naturally; it's normally so easy just to talk with Joel. The intimacy of the situation somehow makes things different and he has trouble getting thoughts to turn into words to get past the stickiness of his throat. He's about to say something else when Joel kisses him.
He inhales from the unexpected contact and his body heats up abruptly and cools again, but his heart doesn't stop from speeding up. Joel pulls back very shortly after but stays in close proximity, his fingers getting lost in Sonny's hair, feeling the strands next to their shoulders.
"We aren't normally so domestic when you visit." Joel observes.
Sonny nods and he can feel Joel's body heat and it's nice. He tilts his head down a little more and scrunches a bit, knees bent, ready to fall asleep. Joel's toes curl in the cuff of Sonny's jeans. "Good night."
Sonny's hand grabs Joel's and he keeps them there in the little valley between them. "G'night."