ot4 - 68 (lightening)
Title: untitled
'Verse/characters: ot4 (nash and daniel)
Prompt: 68 - lightening
Word Count: 611
Rating: g
Notes: takes place in san francisco before they all move in together. nash has spent the night in daniel's apartment.
Daniel is not used to waking up in the middle of the night for no reason. He's also not entirely used to sharing a bed with someone either, and sometimes when you fall asleep next to someone, your body wakes itself up when that someone disappears.
He can - and does - go from fast asleep to wide awake in ten seconds flat, and for a second he thinks Nash has done to him what Nash has no doubt done to a lot of people, namely, gone home. But the sky is barely beginning to lighten beyond his curtains, which means it's too early for Nash to go anywhere, and in the dim light Daniel can just make out Nash's jeans and one of his stupid shitkicker boots on the floor.
He rolls out of bed, pads across the floor, and opens his door a crack. There seems to be a light on somewhere, so Daniel leaves his room to follow it. Nash is sitting in the kitchen in his boxers and t-shirt, eating Daniel's cereal and reading his roommate Ben's Newsweek.
"What are you doing up?" Daniel asks.
"I couldn't sleep."
"Why didn't you wake me?"
"You looked so cute drooling on your pillow," Nash says, deadpan. He flips the page he's reading.
"I do not drool." Daniel pulls out a chair and sits down. He puts his elbows on the table and rests his chin in his cupped hands. "Seriously. The sun's not even up. Even I don't get out of bed this early."
"And yet here you are."
"I woke myself up. I can't go back to bed now." He watches Nash eat. "You didn't finish the milk, did you?"
"Would I do such a thing?"
"In my house? Please." Nash turns another page. "Is something wrong?"
"Why would anything be wrong?"
"Because you're not usually awake this early, and if you are it's to sneak out of some girl's house before she can wake up and want to spend the day with you."
"I haven't done that in a long time." Nash picks up the cereal bowl, tips it back, and swallows the milk at the bottom. "Stop watching me, Daniel."
"Tell me what's wrong, Nash."
"Are you turning into a girl now?"
"Oh shut up." Daniel rubs his eyes. "If I go back to bed, will you still be here when I get up?"
"Are you going to give me a hard time if I am?"
"This isn't a hard time."
"Your coffeemaker's gone." Nash waves vaguely at the counter and turns back to the magazine. "I don't know how I'd survive a morning in your place."
"Ben went to class and forgot to turn it off. There was an inch of coffee left that burned into the bottom of the pot. We figured it was better to just throw it out." Daniel yawns. "What time is it? Ok, you won't tell me, I won't ask. I'm going back to sleep for a little bit. Don't leave, ok?"
"Yes Mom." He doesn't look up.
"I'm serious."
"I know."
Daniel sighs and gets up. It's almost late enough to be out of bed for good, but he's tired now and doesn't want to spend the rest of the day in a sleep-deprived fog.
"Stop thinking so much, Daniel," Nash says to the Newsweek.
"I can't help it." He walks out of the kitchen and back to his own room, where the day is rising on the other side of his window, and he crawls back into bed and goes back to sleep. If Nash is gone when he wakes up, he thinks, he's going to be pissed.
'Verse/characters: ot4 (nash and daniel)
Prompt: 68 - lightening
Word Count: 611
Rating: g
Notes: takes place in san francisco before they all move in together. nash has spent the night in daniel's apartment.
Daniel is not used to waking up in the middle of the night for no reason. He's also not entirely used to sharing a bed with someone either, and sometimes when you fall asleep next to someone, your body wakes itself up when that someone disappears.
He can - and does - go from fast asleep to wide awake in ten seconds flat, and for a second he thinks Nash has done to him what Nash has no doubt done to a lot of people, namely, gone home. But the sky is barely beginning to lighten beyond his curtains, which means it's too early for Nash to go anywhere, and in the dim light Daniel can just make out Nash's jeans and one of his stupid shitkicker boots on the floor.
He rolls out of bed, pads across the floor, and opens his door a crack. There seems to be a light on somewhere, so Daniel leaves his room to follow it. Nash is sitting in the kitchen in his boxers and t-shirt, eating Daniel's cereal and reading his roommate Ben's Newsweek.
"What are you doing up?" Daniel asks.
"I couldn't sleep."
"Why didn't you wake me?"
"You looked so cute drooling on your pillow," Nash says, deadpan. He flips the page he's reading.
"I do not drool." Daniel pulls out a chair and sits down. He puts his elbows on the table and rests his chin in his cupped hands. "Seriously. The sun's not even up. Even I don't get out of bed this early."
"And yet here you are."
"I woke myself up. I can't go back to bed now." He watches Nash eat. "You didn't finish the milk, did you?"
"Would I do such a thing?"
"In my house? Please." Nash turns another page. "Is something wrong?"
"Why would anything be wrong?"
"Because you're not usually awake this early, and if you are it's to sneak out of some girl's house before she can wake up and want to spend the day with you."
"I haven't done that in a long time." Nash picks up the cereal bowl, tips it back, and swallows the milk at the bottom. "Stop watching me, Daniel."
"Tell me what's wrong, Nash."
"Are you turning into a girl now?"
"Oh shut up." Daniel rubs his eyes. "If I go back to bed, will you still be here when I get up?"
"Are you going to give me a hard time if I am?"
"This isn't a hard time."
"Your coffeemaker's gone." Nash waves vaguely at the counter and turns back to the magazine. "I don't know how I'd survive a morning in your place."
"Ben went to class and forgot to turn it off. There was an inch of coffee left that burned into the bottom of the pot. We figured it was better to just throw it out." Daniel yawns. "What time is it? Ok, you won't tell me, I won't ask. I'm going back to sleep for a little bit. Don't leave, ok?"
"Yes Mom." He doesn't look up.
"I'm serious."
"I know."
Daniel sighs and gets up. It's almost late enough to be out of bed for good, but he's tired now and doesn't want to spend the rest of the day in a sleep-deprived fog.
"Stop thinking so much, Daniel," Nash says to the Newsweek.
"I can't help it." He walks out of the kitchen and back to his own room, where the day is rising on the other side of his window, and he crawls back into bed and goes back to sleep. If Nash is gone when he wakes up, he thinks, he's going to be pissed.