Lazy Day (1/1)
Title: Lazy Day
Author: somehowunbroken
Fandom: SGA
Characters: Evan/David
Word Count: 1,344
Rating: R/soft porn, so high-R, but I still don't feel like it qualifies as NC-17.
Notes: For clwilson2006. Shock!
It’s the kind of lazy day that they’ve always hated before, because it’s a day where nobody’s working, where everyone’s off spending time with their boyfriends and girlfriends. And they weren’t allowed to, not before, because their relationship was of the sort that would get Evan tossed out on his ass. But that was before, and things are different now, have been for nearly a month. So when it’s changed, when they can be them without all the secrets and lying and sneaking around, when they get a rest day like that - it’s perfect, Evan thinks, because they can go to bed together the night before and wake up together and not worry about sneaking out or sneaking around or sneaking at all.
Evan wakes up first, but then, he usually does, years of military training rarely letting him sleep past daybreak. David is curled around him, long arms holding Evan comfortably to his lean frame. Evan’s content, though, to lay there for a while, warm and kind of fuzzy around the edges. He doesn’t have anywhere to be today, nothing to do, no responsibility, so if he wants to have a bit of a lie-in with his boyfriend, well, that’s allowed now.
He smiles as he thinks of it. He and David can be he and David, however they want to be.
“Hey,” David mumbles behind him, kissing Evan’s jaw gently. “Why so happy?”
“Just am,” Evan replies simply, lacing his fingers into David’s over his stomach. “Morning.”
“Too early,” David says back, pulling Evan back into him. “More sleep.”
Evan smiles again as he closes his eyes. More sleep doesn’t sound like a bad thing, not at all.
This time it’s David who wakes first, and Evan’s happy enough to blink the sleep away as David’s hands move slowly back and forth across his stomach. “Morning,” Evan says again.
“Morning,” David replies, curling a little more tightly around Evan. “Sleep well?”
“Yeah,” Evan says. “I really did.”
“Good.” David kisses Evan’s jaw and releases the smaller man, rolling to stretch out in their bed. He gives a contented sigh as various joints pop and crack, even as Evan winces. There’s no way that’s a good noise, but David says it makes him feel better. “Shower?”
Showers are great, Evan thinks, when they’re as warm as he likes them and as long as he wants and David’s there too, rubbing the shampoo into his hair and kissing him beneath the spray, slow and lazy and not going anywhere, not needing to because they’ve got time, today.
“Breakfast?” Evan suggests, but David pulls a banana and an orange from the top of the dresser and sits on the couch, offering his hand to pull Evan down beside him. They’re in boxers, still wet from the shower, but this is their day, so Evan sits and leans into David and takes the orange, peeling it deftly and eating as many pieces as he slips between David’s lips. He gets half of the banana, too, and it’s a better breakfast than he’s had some other mornings, even given the lack of coffee.
David puts in a DVD, a disc from the middle of season four of NCIS, and they half-watch Ziva and Tony and McGee run about on the screen as they lay together, arms entwined, chests pressed together. There’s a blanket draped a little haphazardly around their hips, caught between their entangled legs, and it’s warm and soft and great as David’s hands cup Evan’s face, as David kisses him slowly and gently.
They make out on the couch for what feels like days, weeks, and Evan’s humming with everything, David and this being okay and them having the time today, when David pulls back and smiles and closes his eyes.
“Hm?” Evan’s not sure he even wants to form words at this point. David pulls Evan in and tucks his head into his shoulder, pressing a kiss to his forehead.
“I love you,” David says, breathes into his skin, and it’s there and it’s been said and it’s true, so true, right through Evan’s bones, and he kisses the spot right under David’s ear, the only skin he can reach.
“I know,” Evan replies. “I love you, too.”
David just sighs little and hugs Evan a bit more tightly to his chest. And then they’re just laying together, chests and hips and legs touching, just absorbing skin on skin and breath puffed against shoulders and hair and it’s warm and safe and Evan falls gently back into sleep.
David’s asleep when Evan wakes next, so Evan takes the time to study his features. David’s not conventionally attractive, not really, but he’s captivating in a way Evan can only explain in an artist’s language: the sweep of his jaw, the way his hair falls across his forehead, the proportion of his nose to his eyes. The clear blue color the have as they open, the slight pink tinge in his cheeks as he realizes that Evan’s been staring. It’s all David, all perfect, Evan thinks as he leans forward and brushes his lips against David’s.
“Hungry?” Evan breathes into his mouth. David kisses him back before answering.
“I could eat,” he says, pulling back and stretching again. Evan shifts against him and they settle into each other. David’s fingers are playing up and down Evan’s spine, a tune Evan can’t hear but thinks he likes anyway. “Too bad we can’t order in.”
Evan smiles. “MREs?”
“I’m not desperate,” David laughs. “I think we’re presentable. Let’s go down to the mess.”
They dress in sweats and loose tees and running shoes, but when they open the door there’s a plate of sandwiches and fruit and a few cans of Sprite on a tray with a piece of paper that has a weirdly-proportioned smiley with spiky drawn-on hair. Evan just smiles as he carries the food in, and he and David pop in the next NCIS DVD as they much on the food.
They shower again for no reason other than that they can, hands warm on each other’s bodies, tongues on lips and skin alike, until they decide they’ve had enough and towel off. They don’t bother with the boxers this time, instead heading for their bed again.
Everything’s soft and sweet and wonderful, and there’s no sense of urgency to it when Evan’s hands trail down David’s chest or when David pulls Evan in until it’s hard to tell where one man ends and the other begins. It’s natural to progress from there, to move from their mouths together to their legs tangling, to Evan’s hands cupping David, parting him, pushing a slicked finger inside. David sighs into Evan’s mouth as Evan moves his finger in and out, as he adds another and slowly stretches until David’s ready.
Evan stills when he’s settled all the way inside David, leaning forward to tangle their fingers together and further still to kiss him deeply. They stay like that for a bit, holding on and kissing, until David shifts his hips the tiniest bit and Evan moans into his mouth. Then it’s movement, slow, long strokes in and out until they’re both gasping and moving faster and faster, and it’s Evan’s hand on David as he pushes in and spills and David joins him, whispering Evan’s name the whole time.
And they should probably get up and shower again but neither wants to move, neither wants to have Evan slip out of David just yet so they stay still, Evan across David’s chest for as long as they can. Finally, though, Evan stands and heads to the bathroom, bringing a towel back and cleaning David gently. He tosses the towel to the floor and crawls back in, curling into David’s body.
“We have a hamper,” David murmurs, kissing Evan’s shoulder.
“Tomorrow,” Evan promises. Right now, he thinks as he wraps his arms around David and closes his eyes, right now this is still their day.
So far, it’s been perfect, and as Evan closes his eyes, he smiles.
Author: somehowunbroken
Fandom: SGA
Characters: Evan/David
Word Count: 1,344
Rating: R/soft porn, so high-R, but I still don't feel like it qualifies as NC-17.
Notes: For clwilson2006. Shock!
It’s the kind of lazy day that they’ve always hated before, because it’s a day where nobody’s working, where everyone’s off spending time with their boyfriends and girlfriends. And they weren’t allowed to, not before, because their relationship was of the sort that would get Evan tossed out on his ass. But that was before, and things are different now, have been for nearly a month. So when it’s changed, when they can be them without all the secrets and lying and sneaking around, when they get a rest day like that - it’s perfect, Evan thinks, because they can go to bed together the night before and wake up together and not worry about sneaking out or sneaking around or sneaking at all.
Evan wakes up first, but then, he usually does, years of military training rarely letting him sleep past daybreak. David is curled around him, long arms holding Evan comfortably to his lean frame. Evan’s content, though, to lay there for a while, warm and kind of fuzzy around the edges. He doesn’t have anywhere to be today, nothing to do, no responsibility, so if he wants to have a bit of a lie-in with his boyfriend, well, that’s allowed now.
He smiles as he thinks of it. He and David can be he and David, however they want to be.
“Hey,” David mumbles behind him, kissing Evan’s jaw gently. “Why so happy?”
“Just am,” Evan replies simply, lacing his fingers into David’s over his stomach. “Morning.”
“Too early,” David says back, pulling Evan back into him. “More sleep.”
Evan smiles again as he closes his eyes. More sleep doesn’t sound like a bad thing, not at all.
This time it’s David who wakes first, and Evan’s happy enough to blink the sleep away as David’s hands move slowly back and forth across his stomach. “Morning,” Evan says again.
“Morning,” David replies, curling a little more tightly around Evan. “Sleep well?”
“Yeah,” Evan says. “I really did.”
“Good.” David kisses Evan’s jaw and releases the smaller man, rolling to stretch out in their bed. He gives a contented sigh as various joints pop and crack, even as Evan winces. There’s no way that’s a good noise, but David says it makes him feel better. “Shower?”
Showers are great, Evan thinks, when they’re as warm as he likes them and as long as he wants and David’s there too, rubbing the shampoo into his hair and kissing him beneath the spray, slow and lazy and not going anywhere, not needing to because they’ve got time, today.
“Breakfast?” Evan suggests, but David pulls a banana and an orange from the top of the dresser and sits on the couch, offering his hand to pull Evan down beside him. They’re in boxers, still wet from the shower, but this is their day, so Evan sits and leans into David and takes the orange, peeling it deftly and eating as many pieces as he slips between David’s lips. He gets half of the banana, too, and it’s a better breakfast than he’s had some other mornings, even given the lack of coffee.
David puts in a DVD, a disc from the middle of season four of NCIS, and they half-watch Ziva and Tony and McGee run about on the screen as they lay together, arms entwined, chests pressed together. There’s a blanket draped a little haphazardly around their hips, caught between their entangled legs, and it’s warm and soft and great as David’s hands cup Evan’s face, as David kisses him slowly and gently.
They make out on the couch for what feels like days, weeks, and Evan’s humming with everything, David and this being okay and them having the time today, when David pulls back and smiles and closes his eyes.
“Hm?” Evan’s not sure he even wants to form words at this point. David pulls Evan in and tucks his head into his shoulder, pressing a kiss to his forehead.
“I love you,” David says, breathes into his skin, and it’s there and it’s been said and it’s true, so true, right through Evan’s bones, and he kisses the spot right under David’s ear, the only skin he can reach.
“I know,” Evan replies. “I love you, too.”
David just sighs little and hugs Evan a bit more tightly to his chest. And then they’re just laying together, chests and hips and legs touching, just absorbing skin on skin and breath puffed against shoulders and hair and it’s warm and safe and Evan falls gently back into sleep.
David’s asleep when Evan wakes next, so Evan takes the time to study his features. David’s not conventionally attractive, not really, but he’s captivating in a way Evan can only explain in an artist’s language: the sweep of his jaw, the way his hair falls across his forehead, the proportion of his nose to his eyes. The clear blue color the have as they open, the slight pink tinge in his cheeks as he realizes that Evan’s been staring. It’s all David, all perfect, Evan thinks as he leans forward and brushes his lips against David’s.
“Hungry?” Evan breathes into his mouth. David kisses him back before answering.
“I could eat,” he says, pulling back and stretching again. Evan shifts against him and they settle into each other. David’s fingers are playing up and down Evan’s spine, a tune Evan can’t hear but thinks he likes anyway. “Too bad we can’t order in.”
Evan smiles. “MREs?”
“I’m not desperate,” David laughs. “I think we’re presentable. Let’s go down to the mess.”
They dress in sweats and loose tees and running shoes, but when they open the door there’s a plate of sandwiches and fruit and a few cans of Sprite on a tray with a piece of paper that has a weirdly-proportioned smiley with spiky drawn-on hair. Evan just smiles as he carries the food in, and he and David pop in the next NCIS DVD as they much on the food.
They shower again for no reason other than that they can, hands warm on each other’s bodies, tongues on lips and skin alike, until they decide they’ve had enough and towel off. They don’t bother with the boxers this time, instead heading for their bed again.
Everything’s soft and sweet and wonderful, and there’s no sense of urgency to it when Evan’s hands trail down David’s chest or when David pulls Evan in until it’s hard to tell where one man ends and the other begins. It’s natural to progress from there, to move from their mouths together to their legs tangling, to Evan’s hands cupping David, parting him, pushing a slicked finger inside. David sighs into Evan’s mouth as Evan moves his finger in and out, as he adds another and slowly stretches until David’s ready.
Evan stills when he’s settled all the way inside David, leaning forward to tangle their fingers together and further still to kiss him deeply. They stay like that for a bit, holding on and kissing, until David shifts his hips the tiniest bit and Evan moans into his mouth. Then it’s movement, slow, long strokes in and out until they’re both gasping and moving faster and faster, and it’s Evan’s hand on David as he pushes in and spills and David joins him, whispering Evan’s name the whole time.
And they should probably get up and shower again but neither wants to move, neither wants to have Evan slip out of David just yet so they stay still, Evan across David’s chest for as long as they can. Finally, though, Evan stands and heads to the bathroom, bringing a towel back and cleaning David gently. He tosses the towel to the floor and crawls back in, curling into David’s body.
“We have a hamper,” David murmurs, kissing Evan’s shoulder.
“Tomorrow,” Evan promises. Right now, he thinks as he wraps his arms around David and closes his eyes, right now this is still their day.
So far, it’s been perfect, and as Evan closes his eyes, he smiles.