Happy Molest Sleeping Havoc Day!
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rajHappy (late) Molest Sleeping Havoc Day!
Urgh... I fail so hard at being on time with these this year. It's because I only ever sleep in the daytime anymore. -_- OH WELL.
Art:
Title: Now We're Together
Characters: Roy/Havoc
Rated: PG
Notes: Mangaverse!
(Large version at deviantArt, if you want.)
Fic:
Title: Both Eyes Closed
Characters: Havoc/Roy
Rated: R
Word Count: 867
Notes: Mangaverse; set post-series, might be some minor spoilers. Takes place after All I Needed Was the Rain, but it can stand alone.
The little apartment behind the store where Jean lived held the same mix of smells as the shop proper: cedar planks, vinegar, fresh apples, chicken feed, new leather, sarsaparilla flavoring, and a hundred others. It was just a tiny room—it had originally been for bookkeeping, but now his ma kept all the records in the second bedroom above the store that had once been his own—functional and sparsely furnished so he could maneuver his chair easily.
It was deep into night by the time Roy saw it because they’d spent the evening on the front porch watching the storm clouds gradually vanish, revealing the milky streaks of stars against the velvet black sky like thick dust wiped away from some priceless antique. Jean’s ma sat with them for a while and his cousin Denis had come by to bring them all roast corn and apple turnovers for dinner, but by the time the moon was up, Jean and Roy were alone. They sat side-by-side, reaching over to squeeze each other’s hands every so often, not saying much, simply enjoying their togetherness. When it got cooler, Roy moved over and sat on Jean’s lap for a few minutes, pressing a quick kiss against his cheek as we watched the constellations. When it began to get really cold, Jean wheeled himself in, leading Roy to the little bedroom.
“It’s not much,” he apologized, “we aren’t rich or anything, just—”
“It’s charming,” Roy said, and gave a smile so genuine Jean was sure he wasn’t being sarcastic. “There’s room for both of us, isn’t there?”
“If you don’t mind being a little cramped.”
“I don’t mind.” Roy bent down and covered Jean’s mouth with his. “I didn’t come all the way out here to spend the night in some guest bedroom.” They both smiled; Jean’s ma had suggested this, even offered to make it up for him. When Jean had said, a little too quickly, that Roy would be staying the night in his room with him, she had given a wan but accepting little smile and told them she understood. Jean’s ears were a little pink as Roy thanked her for offering, but other than that, no words had passed between them on the subject. It was all the explanation she needed and the only one that they cared to offer.
They went into the bedroom’s adjacent bathroom together, helped each other undress, wash, and change for bed, punctuating the nighttime routine with banter and kisses. By the time Jean was wheeling himself up to the bed, they were both exhausted; Roy because he’d been traveling all day and still hadn’t quite recovered from his injuries sustained in the coup at Central, Jean because on any other day he would’ve been asleep hours ago. There was usually nothing to stay up late for around here.
Jean was perfectly capable of working his way out of the chair and into bed, but when Roy moved to help, he let him, liking the way their arms intermingled and the way Roy’s muscles flexed beneath him. Soon they were lying together, warming the cool sheets with their bodies, and tucking the thick down quilt around them. With the window blinds drawn against the vivid starlight, dark pressed against them from all sides, hiding them completely, sealing them into their own private little corner of the world.
“Oh, I missed you,” Roy whispered once they were settled, his usual repartee falling away in the privacy of the darkened room. “I missed you so much.”
“I know you did.” Jean slid an arm under his former Colonel, drawing him in, moving Roy until he lay beneath him, loving the pressure of Roy's weight against his chest.
“Nothing felt right without you,” he admitted, saying those words but meaning much simpler ones.
“You too, Boss.”
They made love, or at least some kind of sweet substitute, just touching each other, kissing, whispering, holding, until Roy trembled in Jean’s hands and came, breath hot and hitching with stifled pleasure against Jean’s chest.
“What about you?” Roy asked, pressing exhausted kisses to Jean’s neck, pulling satisfied little purrs from the younger man’s throat. “Can you still…?”
“Sometimes,” Jean finished for him. “Not often. But it doesn’t matter.”
“I can keep trying to—”
“Not tonight.” Jean smiled into the dark and squeezed Roy against his chest, feeling the still rapid drum of his heart. “It’ll take too long, and I’m tired.”
“What can I do, then?”
“Just be with me,” he said, voice sinking into a husky murmur. “I like just having you here.”
“Can I keep kissing you while you fall asleep?”
Jean laughed. “You’re such a girl, Roy.”
“No matter. Can I?”
“Yeah. I’d like that.”
So Jean lay still, Roy curled up next to him, the rhythm of his heartbeat slowly falling back to normal, lulling Jean with gentle kisses to all the old favorite spots; his neck, his ears, the hollow just below his collarbone. Long after Jean was snoring gently beside him, he kept on, stroking, touching, kissing, until the room began to lighten from black to pinky-grey and he finally dropped off himself, feeling for the first time in months that he could sleep with both eyes closed.
Urgh... I fail so hard at being on time with these this year. It's because I only ever sleep in the daytime anymore. -_- OH WELL.
Art:
Title: Now We're Together
Characters: Roy/Havoc
Rated: PG
Notes: Mangaverse!
(Large version at deviantArt, if you want.)
Fic:
Title: Both Eyes Closed
Characters: Havoc/Roy
Rated: R
Word Count: 867
Notes: Mangaverse; set post-series, might be some minor spoilers. Takes place after All I Needed Was the Rain, but it can stand alone.
The little apartment behind the store where Jean lived held the same mix of smells as the shop proper: cedar planks, vinegar, fresh apples, chicken feed, new leather, sarsaparilla flavoring, and a hundred others. It was just a tiny room—it had originally been for bookkeeping, but now his ma kept all the records in the second bedroom above the store that had once been his own—functional and sparsely furnished so he could maneuver his chair easily.
It was deep into night by the time Roy saw it because they’d spent the evening on the front porch watching the storm clouds gradually vanish, revealing the milky streaks of stars against the velvet black sky like thick dust wiped away from some priceless antique. Jean’s ma sat with them for a while and his cousin Denis had come by to bring them all roast corn and apple turnovers for dinner, but by the time the moon was up, Jean and Roy were alone. They sat side-by-side, reaching over to squeeze each other’s hands every so often, not saying much, simply enjoying their togetherness. When it got cooler, Roy moved over and sat on Jean’s lap for a few minutes, pressing a quick kiss against his cheek as we watched the constellations. When it began to get really cold, Jean wheeled himself in, leading Roy to the little bedroom.
“It’s not much,” he apologized, “we aren’t rich or anything, just—”
“It’s charming,” Roy said, and gave a smile so genuine Jean was sure he wasn’t being sarcastic. “There’s room for both of us, isn’t there?”
“If you don’t mind being a little cramped.”
“I don’t mind.” Roy bent down and covered Jean’s mouth with his. “I didn’t come all the way out here to spend the night in some guest bedroom.” They both smiled; Jean’s ma had suggested this, even offered to make it up for him. When Jean had said, a little too quickly, that Roy would be staying the night in his room with him, she had given a wan but accepting little smile and told them she understood. Jean’s ears were a little pink as Roy thanked her for offering, but other than that, no words had passed between them on the subject. It was all the explanation she needed and the only one that they cared to offer.
They went into the bedroom’s adjacent bathroom together, helped each other undress, wash, and change for bed, punctuating the nighttime routine with banter and kisses. By the time Jean was wheeling himself up to the bed, they were both exhausted; Roy because he’d been traveling all day and still hadn’t quite recovered from his injuries sustained in the coup at Central, Jean because on any other day he would’ve been asleep hours ago. There was usually nothing to stay up late for around here.
Jean was perfectly capable of working his way out of the chair and into bed, but when Roy moved to help, he let him, liking the way their arms intermingled and the way Roy’s muscles flexed beneath him. Soon they were lying together, warming the cool sheets with their bodies, and tucking the thick down quilt around them. With the window blinds drawn against the vivid starlight, dark pressed against them from all sides, hiding them completely, sealing them into their own private little corner of the world.
“Oh, I missed you,” Roy whispered once they were settled, his usual repartee falling away in the privacy of the darkened room. “I missed you so much.”
“I know you did.” Jean slid an arm under his former Colonel, drawing him in, moving Roy until he lay beneath him, loving the pressure of Roy's weight against his chest.
“Nothing felt right without you,” he admitted, saying those words but meaning much simpler ones.
“You too, Boss.”
They made love, or at least some kind of sweet substitute, just touching each other, kissing, whispering, holding, until Roy trembled in Jean’s hands and came, breath hot and hitching with stifled pleasure against Jean’s chest.
“What about you?” Roy asked, pressing exhausted kisses to Jean’s neck, pulling satisfied little purrs from the younger man’s throat. “Can you still…?”
“Sometimes,” Jean finished for him. “Not often. But it doesn’t matter.”
“I can keep trying to—”
“Not tonight.” Jean smiled into the dark and squeezed Roy against his chest, feeling the still rapid drum of his heart. “It’ll take too long, and I’m tired.”
“What can I do, then?”
“Just be with me,” he said, voice sinking into a husky murmur. “I like just having you here.”
“Can I keep kissing you while you fall asleep?”
Jean laughed. “You’re such a girl, Roy.”
“No matter. Can I?”
“Yeah. I’d like that.”
So Jean lay still, Roy curled up next to him, the rhythm of his heartbeat slowly falling back to normal, lulling Jean with gentle kisses to all the old favorite spots; his neck, his ears, the hollow just below his collarbone. Long after Jean was snoring gently beside him, he kept on, stroking, touching, kissing, until the room began to lighten from black to pinky-grey and he finally dropped off himself, feeling for the first time in months that he could sleep with both eyes closed.
