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bedsheets and lover's words
127 words // G - Ryan/Pete
for Decemer 19th.
I wrote this forever ago, just found it this morning. Anyway, yea
One half of the bed is warm. Sun-soaked and tangled sheets. The other half is all legs and arms, tattoos and miles of pale skin. One or two bite marks, places where Ryan can see exactly where he’s been.
He longs to curl into those sheets, wrap himself around Pete. But insomnia rages inside him, stops him from just closing his eyes, sleeping. Besides it’s easier to sit here. Easier to watch the way Pete shifts in his sleep. The way his chest falls with each exhale.
The sun is going down. One bright yellow inch at a time. And its time for Pete to get up, he’s slept far too long. But Ryan won’t do it, won’t be the one to take him from his dreams.
127 words // G - Ryan/Pete
for Decemer 19th.
I wrote this forever ago, just found it this morning. Anyway, yea
One half of the bed is warm. Sun-soaked and tangled sheets. The other half is all legs and arms, tattoos and miles of pale skin. One or two bite marks, places where Ryan can see exactly where he’s been.
He longs to curl into those sheets, wrap himself around Pete. But insomnia rages inside him, stops him from just closing his eyes, sleeping. Besides it’s easier to sit here. Easier to watch the way Pete shifts in his sleep. The way his chest falls with each exhale.
The sun is going down. One bright yellow inch at a time. And its time for Pete to get up, he’s slept far too long. But Ryan won’t do it, won’t be the one to take him from his dreams.