Counting Breaths
Counting Breaths
Pairing: Jonas/Ryan
Rating: G
Genre: Romance, Fluff
Warning: Original story...
Summary: Of sleep and Noah's Arc and men without wings...
Thanks to featherie for beta reading it =)
Ryan has fallen asleep hours ago while Jonas stays awake, sheets rustling in agitation with his alternating discomfort. He’s tried counting fictional animals, populating his head with every species he can think of until his imagination finally rebels, causing a flood that effectively kills off all the fauna. There are no survivors; he hadn’t built an Arc in time. Counting Ryan’s even breathing proves more effective until Ryan turns over and disrupts the pattern.
Waking him seems unreasonable, lacks finesse , and running a hand along Ryan’s back , he draws feathers across defined shoulder-blades. The man stirs beneath his touch and turns over; blanket creasing beneath his elbows as he props himself up, rapidly blinking back sleep.
‘That tickles.’-he complains, leaning closer to place a soft kiss upon Jonas’s lips. -‘Why are you awake?’
Jonas answers with a smile and Ryan frowns, studying his face before lying back down and offering up a smile of his own.
‘Come here.’-he orders, hands beckoning and Jonas obediently rests his head on Ryan’s chest, shifting his body down the bed to ease himself into the new position. It feels uncomfortable but then Ryan wraps his hands around him and Jonas drowns in the embrace, slow rhythm of Ryan’s heart a lullaby in the dark.
~end~
As most my friends know, I have loads of issues with sleep, hence all the stories regarding dreams and beds~
Jonas is in the army and then in space and he sees lots of things that keep him awake, he dreams of things, thinks of things and every second he spends on Earth with Ryan, every second is precious...
And as for Jonas drawing wings on his back...I guess the implication is that he wishes Ryan could go where he goes...
Pairing: Jonas/Ryan
Rating: G
Genre: Romance, Fluff
Warning: Original story...
Summary: Of sleep and Noah's Arc and men without wings...
Thanks to featherie for beta reading it =)
Ryan has fallen asleep hours ago while Jonas stays awake, sheets rustling in agitation with his alternating discomfort. He’s tried counting fictional animals, populating his head with every species he can think of until his imagination finally rebels, causing a flood that effectively kills off all the fauna. There are no survivors; he hadn’t built an Arc in time. Counting Ryan’s even breathing proves more effective until Ryan turns over and disrupts the pattern.
Waking him seems unreasonable, lacks finesse , and running a hand along Ryan’s back , he draws feathers across defined shoulder-blades. The man stirs beneath his touch and turns over; blanket creasing beneath his elbows as he props himself up, rapidly blinking back sleep.
‘That tickles.’-he complains, leaning closer to place a soft kiss upon Jonas’s lips. -‘Why are you awake?’
Jonas answers with a smile and Ryan frowns, studying his face before lying back down and offering up a smile of his own.
‘Come here.’-he orders, hands beckoning and Jonas obediently rests his head on Ryan’s chest, shifting his body down the bed to ease himself into the new position. It feels uncomfortable but then Ryan wraps his hands around him and Jonas drowns in the embrace, slow rhythm of Ryan’s heart a lullaby in the dark.
~end~
As most my friends know, I have loads of issues with sleep, hence all the stories regarding dreams and beds~
Jonas is in the army and then in space and he sees lots of things that keep him awake, he dreams of things, thinks of things and every second he spends on Earth with Ryan, every second is precious...
And as for Jonas drawing wings on his back...I guess the implication is that he wishes Ryan could go where he goes...