grand_cntrl_stt James/Greg
[OOC: Backdated to the morning after this! *Link is NWS*]
He was afraid to wake up. Afraid upon waking he would realise it was all a dream. Afraid James hadn't come at all, that the drugs had created the elaborate illusion. Afraid he'd wake up alone again, and in pain. In pain was a given. Unless he set himself up with a morphine drip through the night, he was always goig to wake up in pain.
He shifted, moving his legs before he dared open his eyes. There was no tell tale sound of the hair dryer, no sounds of any sort of grooming from the bathroom. What if it was all just a dream? He wasn't sure he could face that realitry.
His entire body felt stiff. His thighs felt sticky. If it was a dream, it had been a damn good one. He rolled on to his back, his hands groping under the sheets to massage his leg. It didn't help, except to make him feel better. To give him a morning ritual.He finally dared to open his eyes, to look to the pillow next to his. "James..." he murmured, seeing the man, his best friend, his lover, still sleeping.
He looed so young, so peaceful in sleep. So beautiful. Shifting against the pain throbbing in his leg, Greg decided that waking him with a kiss was the only way to go.
He was afraid to wake up. Afraid upon waking he would realise it was all a dream. Afraid James hadn't come at all, that the drugs had created the elaborate illusion. Afraid he'd wake up alone again, and in pain. In pain was a given. Unless he set himself up with a morphine drip through the night, he was always goig to wake up in pain.
He shifted, moving his legs before he dared open his eyes. There was no tell tale sound of the hair dryer, no sounds of any sort of grooming from the bathroom. What if it was all just a dream? He wasn't sure he could face that realitry.
His entire body felt stiff. His thighs felt sticky. If it was a dream, it had been a damn good one. He rolled on to his back, his hands groping under the sheets to massage his leg. It didn't help, except to make him feel better. To give him a morning ritual.He finally dared to open his eyes, to look to the pillow next to his. "James..." he murmured, seeing the man, his best friend, his lover, still sleeping.
He looed so young, so peaceful in sleep. So beautiful. Shifting against the pain throbbing in his leg, Greg decided that waking him with a kiss was the only way to go.