[Barney was exhausted. Being this proud of Ollie was just plain tiring. He had an ache in his cheeks from grinning so much and keeping up with Ollie's boundless energy had been a bit of a challenge. How could one win Wimbledon and still manage to jump up and down in a club for hours afterwards? Barney didn't really know, but he had laughed and matched Ollie's pace as best he could.]
[Ollie's comment makes him laugh, and he gently covers Ollie's hands with his own as he guides the keycard in to the slot]
Yeah? You need to rest them; you haven't exactly been kind to them today.
[ Any references that Ollie ever made to Barney's age were always made with the most incredible and overwhelming amounts of affection and fondness, even if they were not always the kindest of remarks. Ollie somewhat inexplicably loved Barney's age, possibly because he knew that unless he was with someone of his own age who acted more mature, he would be a right royal mess of who knows what. He liked to attribute the pleasantly grounding feeling Barney gave him to his charming age. ]
Yeah, I really haven't. Reeeeeally haven't. [ He leans his head back a little to nose at Barney's neck before the door opens and he practically collapses through it, in a theatrical manner. ] All in favour of going straight to bed say "aye".
Yes. Agreed. [Barney exhales wearily as he follows Ollie in to the room and feels nothing short of relieved to be back in the cool, quiet confines of their hotel room] Not that I'm old or anything - [he turns back around from the door with a tired grin and slowly slips off his shoes] - but I'm pretty beat. But talking of beat... [the grin turns triumphant as he pads softly over the carpeted floor to wrap one arm around Ollie's shoulders lovingly and he holds his shoes in the other] Did I mention how amazing you were today?
[ Ollie grins a huge, immature grin of triumph, slipping around to face Barney, hands tugging vaguely at the hem of Barney's shirt, leaning in close. ] You know what a swollen head I get when I do casual little things like winning Wimbledon. [ He makes a silly noise that is sort of a laugh but not quite, pecking Barney on the lips teasingly. ] Please, do continue to inflate it.
new thread because I cantouchiefeelyMay 11 2011, 21:26:15 UTC
[mmm sleep]
[before Ollie, Barney had never really understood the appeal of the Morning Lie-In. He has always been an early riser but over the years he's spent with Ollie he's started to value those precious hours of being able to just happily relax in the arms of the one you love. He had such an overwhelming wealth of love and adoration for Ollie that those rare few mornings when they were both available to laze around together quickly became his favourite. Manic morning workouts were still fun, but even the health-conscious Barney had started to love lazing around. Only with Ollie, of course.]
[he wakes, but feels absolutely no inclination to move. Barney realises that during the night he and Ollie must have shifted apart so, with painstaking care, he wraps his arms around Ollie's torso and pulls him close in to a sleepy, lazy hug]
[ Though Ollie enjoys his sleep and is surprisingly lazy for a professional tennis player, especially one very much on the right path to the world number one ranking. The presence of Barney in his life (and bed) has not changed this one jot, except perhaps for the fact that he enjoys it so much more when he can be stupid and childish and drape himself all over Barney like a slightly elbow-y blanket. ]
[ As Ollie feels Barney's arms close around him somewhere in the midst of his light dozing, he smiles broadly, leaning his head back to sort of do a backwards nuzzle, nosing at Barney's scruff with sleepy, morning delight. ]
Morning, you. [Delighted to find him awake, Barney wraps his arms closer around Ollie's torso and lays a smattering of loving kisses along Ollie's forehead. His is voice low and light as he grins in to the thick of Ollie's hair to add:] Sleep well?
Mm, of course. [ Ollie wriggles backwards until he is very comfortably pressed against Barney's body, a hand sliding up to rest on top of his as he soaks in the absolute excellence that is everything this morning. He has a bit of sleepy gruffness in his voice, which always a bit strange sounding, since Ollie generally has quite a light and airy voice. Kind of like a speech tenor (because his singing isn't that great, to be honest). ] And you?
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[Ollie's comment makes him laugh, and he gently covers Ollie's hands with his own as he guides the keycard in to the slot]
Yeah? You need to rest them; you haven't exactly been kind to them today.
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Yeah, I really haven't. Reeeeeally haven't. [ He leans his head back a little to nose at Barney's neck before the door opens and he practically collapses through it, in a theatrical manner. ] All in favour of going straight to bed say "aye".
[ RAISES A HAND WITH A FLOPPY WRIST ]
Aye. Very aye.
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[ Ollie grins a huge, immature grin of triumph, slipping around to face Barney, hands tugging vaguely at the hem of Barney's shirt, leaning in close. ] You know what a swollen head I get when I do casual little things like winning Wimbledon. [ He makes a silly noise that is sort of a laugh but not quite, pecking Barney on the lips teasingly. ] Please, do continue to inflate it.
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[before Ollie, Barney had never really understood the appeal of the Morning Lie-In. He has always been an early riser but over the years he's spent with Ollie he's started to value those precious hours of being able to just happily relax in the arms of the one you love. He had such an overwhelming wealth of love and adoration for Ollie that those rare few mornings when they were both available to laze around together quickly became his favourite. Manic morning workouts were still fun, but even the health-conscious Barney had started to love lazing around. Only with Ollie, of course.]
[he wakes, but feels absolutely no inclination to move. Barney realises that during the night he and Ollie must have shifted apart so, with painstaking care, he wraps his arms around Ollie's torso and pulls him close in to a sleepy, lazy hug]
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[ As Ollie feels Barney's arms close around him somewhere in the midst of his light dozing, he smiles broadly, leaning his head back to sort of do a backwards nuzzle, nosing at Barney's scruff with sleepy, morning delight. ]
Mmmmm...orning, sleepyhead.
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