Shimmer
[popslash] 266 words of 98* [Jeff/Nick] written for the It's Gonna be May Challenge
Author's Note: This story is a continuation of Ghosts, something I wrote way back when and I just love an excuse to play in this 'verse. ;-)
Even in the middle of the night, the house was well lit. Bright moonlight poured through the windows and Nick was able to find his way to the kitchen for a drink without stubbing too many toes. He got a glass, filled it quickly and walked slowly back to the bedroom, shuffling his feet as he walked.
He stopped in the doorway to the bedroom and leaned his shoulder against the doorframe and just watched. They’d spent the whole day before just getting used to each other again, talking, touching, sometimes not doing anything at all, but definitely not shopping, so the windows were still uncovered and moonlight lit the room.
Jeff was still sleeping, his chest rising and falling shallowly. A white sheet wound loosely around his leg and continued a couple of loose twists around his torso. Nick smiled when he remembered how the sheets had gotten so tangled.
He walked across the room, set the glass on the nightstand and slid onto the bed, his hand skimming the smooth skin of Jeff’s belly. Jeff woke at Nick’s touch and turned his head, his eyes fluttering open.
“Hi,” he said quietly. “What are you doing?”
“Just checking out the view,” Nick answered as he settled in next to Jeff. He kissed Jeff quickly on the cheek.
Jeff smiled drowsily. “And did you like what you saw?”
Nick nodded. “Oh yes, very much.”
Jeff rolled onto his side and smoothed his hand down Nick’s arm. When Nick shivered, he chuckled. “You should show me,” Jeff teased.
Nick grinned wickedly. “Maybe I should.”
So he did.
Author's Note: This story is a continuation of Ghosts, something I wrote way back when and I just love an excuse to play in this 'verse. ;-)
Even in the middle of the night, the house was well lit. Bright moonlight poured through the windows and Nick was able to find his way to the kitchen for a drink without stubbing too many toes. He got a glass, filled it quickly and walked slowly back to the bedroom, shuffling his feet as he walked.
He stopped in the doorway to the bedroom and leaned his shoulder against the doorframe and just watched. They’d spent the whole day before just getting used to each other again, talking, touching, sometimes not doing anything at all, but definitely not shopping, so the windows were still uncovered and moonlight lit the room.
Jeff was still sleeping, his chest rising and falling shallowly. A white sheet wound loosely around his leg and continued a couple of loose twists around his torso. Nick smiled when he remembered how the sheets had gotten so tangled.
He walked across the room, set the glass on the nightstand and slid onto the bed, his hand skimming the smooth skin of Jeff’s belly. Jeff woke at Nick’s touch and turned his head, his eyes fluttering open.
“Hi,” he said quietly. “What are you doing?”
“Just checking out the view,” Nick answered as he settled in next to Jeff. He kissed Jeff quickly on the cheek.
Jeff smiled drowsily. “And did you like what you saw?”
Nick nodded. “Oh yes, very much.”
Jeff rolled onto his side and smoothed his hand down Nick’s arm. When Nick shivered, he chuckled. “You should show me,” Jeff teased.
Nick grinned wickedly. “Maybe I should.”
So he did.