Drabble: Dream
Martini doesn’t need sleep. You see it’s a side effect of his mutation. Ric once managed to get the medical specifics about it once rather than his Boyfriend’s curious explanation that sleep was pointless and of little (or no) use to him. What ends up being the truth of the matter is that Mark has an imbalance of endorphins in his brain meaning that he doesn’t need sleep. Like... ever. And it would seem that in the scheme of things Mark really doesn’t mind.
Ric on the other hand needs sleep and actually he rather enjoys it too.
Obviously this causes issues on more than a few occasions.
The key one being that for approximately eight hours Ric isn’t around to make sure that Mark keeps out of trouble, which in itself is a bigger stress than it should really be. But hey! Eventually they learn how to deal with this fact and get over it. Or more to the point Ric gives up on worrying and accepts that he needs sleep to live and if Mark happens to cause chaos whilst the Mexican catches those vital few hours of sleep well... he’s a time manipulator. It can be dealt with or at least reversed if it’s that bad.
The problem with sleeping though is that Ric often ends up dreaming; most of the time it ends up being nonsense about nothing he remembers in the morning, but there are times when the dreams turn into nightmares. Those nights are tough and Ric will stumble downstairs in search of Mark, who is usually curled up in their home cinema watching television on the big screen.
Last night was a good night and today is Saturday which is Ric’s book means he gets a lay-in. But something shifts on the bed, adjusting the mattress enough that it draws Ric out of his slumber.
Sprawled across the bed on his stomach, still sleep warm and buried beneath a mound of pillows and a blanket Ric yawns, slowly waking up and urging the muscles of his body to twitch and respond. Eyes bleary from sleep he rubs a fist at them as he tugs the pillow off of his head, but rather than settling his gaze on the digits of his alarm clock, Ric is greeted by Mark’s profile.
Apparently that was the weight on the bed.
“You talk in your sleep.”
“Hmmmmmm...?”
Apparently it wants to talk too.
“Most of it is crap. Jibberish that makes no sense but, occasionally, you’re surprisingly coherent for someone sleeping.”
“Urhhnuh-uffnf.” The pillow is dropped back over his head, blocking out the morning light and distorting the already incoherent sentence further. Cool fingers delve under the bedding and trail down Ric’s bare side, forcing a squeak of protest and wriggling from the Mexican away from those hands. But his efforts are too little too late and Mark shifts, pinning Ric by straddling the back of his legs.
“Do you even remember half of your dreams?” Mark tugs at the pillow once more but Ric has his fingers curled tightly in the bedding, refusing to let go.
“Merph munful gupnh. Un-hnn.” The mound responds.
“It’s not my fault I don’t need to sleep and you can be more entertaining than chat show repeats!” Mark yanks the pillow a little harder and smirks when it gives just enough for him to be able to tug the blanket free.
“Gunfph thbbb!” Ric flails, burrowing his face further into the mattress and whines low in his throat. He hasn’t seen the alarm clock but he can guess that it’s before 11am and on a Saturday that is unforgivable. Pillow still smashed over his head to block out the reality that he is going to have to get up at this rate Ric is willing to give up the blanket in the hope that it will keep Mark suitably distracted. It’s a long shot, but it’s worth holding out hope.
“I should keep a record of all the funny things you say.”
“Hhhhmmmmnnnnnn!!” Ric waves an arm in Mark’s general direction but hits nothing. There is silence and for a moment he reckons he’s won this round.
And then something cold and wet splatters across his back and Ric gasps, trying to crawl away up the bed but damp fingers wrap around his ankles forcing him to remain where he is. Keening low in his throat Ric protests at the assault but the grumbles he’d once been prepared to voice melt away into sighs of contentment as warm lips and a hot tongue lap the water droplets off of the skin of his back.
Rolling the pillow off to the side Ric peers over his shoulder at Mark, who is perched on the mattress between Ric’s spread legs and grinning like an idiot. “Maaaaaarrrrrrrrkkkkkkkk!” He doesn’t care that he sounds like a child who has been told he’s not getting dessert until he eats all his greens, right now all Ric wants to do is sleep. Or at least doze.
He’ll compromise sleeping with being allowed to doze.
“I love you too.” Mark chuckles, teeth digging into the skin of Ric’s shoulder as he tugs the blankets back over them and sprawls across his Mexican’s back.
“Yeah, yeah. Love, love, love but first... sleep.” The words are muffled by the mattress but Mark hears enough to know what was said, even when it’s followed up with a groan of protest at the body pressing him into the mattress but then a murmured sigh of contentment as they lay there. Okay so Mark isn’t likely to have fallen asleep but at least he’s peaceful.
Ric will take his -
“So last night I’m pretty sure you were dreaming about donkeys. You kept talking about trading them and needing to get someplace. I think that one of them was called Ed, but that could have been the donkey dealer. Anyway! So there was...” Mark carries on, explaining in detail (with impressions and quotes) the dream that Ric had been talking in last night. Closing his eyes Ric gives up and lets the steady drone of Mark’s voice lull him back to sleep.
Ric on the other hand needs sleep and actually he rather enjoys it too.
Obviously this causes issues on more than a few occasions.
The key one being that for approximately eight hours Ric isn’t around to make sure that Mark keeps out of trouble, which in itself is a bigger stress than it should really be. But hey! Eventually they learn how to deal with this fact and get over it. Or more to the point Ric gives up on worrying and accepts that he needs sleep to live and if Mark happens to cause chaos whilst the Mexican catches those vital few hours of sleep well... he’s a time manipulator. It can be dealt with or at least reversed if it’s that bad.
The problem with sleeping though is that Ric often ends up dreaming; most of the time it ends up being nonsense about nothing he remembers in the morning, but there are times when the dreams turn into nightmares. Those nights are tough and Ric will stumble downstairs in search of Mark, who is usually curled up in their home cinema watching television on the big screen.
Last night was a good night and today is Saturday which is Ric’s book means he gets a lay-in. But something shifts on the bed, adjusting the mattress enough that it draws Ric out of his slumber.
Sprawled across the bed on his stomach, still sleep warm and buried beneath a mound of pillows and a blanket Ric yawns, slowly waking up and urging the muscles of his body to twitch and respond. Eyes bleary from sleep he rubs a fist at them as he tugs the pillow off of his head, but rather than settling his gaze on the digits of his alarm clock, Ric is greeted by Mark’s profile.
Apparently that was the weight on the bed.
“You talk in your sleep.”
“Hmmmmmm...?”
Apparently it wants to talk too.
“Most of it is crap. Jibberish that makes no sense but, occasionally, you’re surprisingly coherent for someone sleeping.”
“Urhhnuh-uffnf.” The pillow is dropped back over his head, blocking out the morning light and distorting the already incoherent sentence further. Cool fingers delve under the bedding and trail down Ric’s bare side, forcing a squeak of protest and wriggling from the Mexican away from those hands. But his efforts are too little too late and Mark shifts, pinning Ric by straddling the back of his legs.
“Do you even remember half of your dreams?” Mark tugs at the pillow once more but Ric has his fingers curled tightly in the bedding, refusing to let go.
“Merph munful gupnh. Un-hnn.” The mound responds.
“It’s not my fault I don’t need to sleep and you can be more entertaining than chat show repeats!” Mark yanks the pillow a little harder and smirks when it gives just enough for him to be able to tug the blanket free.
“Gunfph thbbb!” Ric flails, burrowing his face further into the mattress and whines low in his throat. He hasn’t seen the alarm clock but he can guess that it’s before 11am and on a Saturday that is unforgivable. Pillow still smashed over his head to block out the reality that he is going to have to get up at this rate Ric is willing to give up the blanket in the hope that it will keep Mark suitably distracted. It’s a long shot, but it’s worth holding out hope.
“I should keep a record of all the funny things you say.”
“Hhhhmmmmnnnnnn!!” Ric waves an arm in Mark’s general direction but hits nothing. There is silence and for a moment he reckons he’s won this round.
And then something cold and wet splatters across his back and Ric gasps, trying to crawl away up the bed but damp fingers wrap around his ankles forcing him to remain where he is. Keening low in his throat Ric protests at the assault but the grumbles he’d once been prepared to voice melt away into sighs of contentment as warm lips and a hot tongue lap the water droplets off of the skin of his back.
Rolling the pillow off to the side Ric peers over his shoulder at Mark, who is perched on the mattress between Ric’s spread legs and grinning like an idiot. “Maaaaaarrrrrrrrkkkkkkkk!” He doesn’t care that he sounds like a child who has been told he’s not getting dessert until he eats all his greens, right now all Ric wants to do is sleep. Or at least doze.
He’ll compromise sleeping with being allowed to doze.
“I love you too.” Mark chuckles, teeth digging into the skin of Ric’s shoulder as he tugs the blankets back over them and sprawls across his Mexican’s back.
“Yeah, yeah. Love, love, love but first... sleep.” The words are muffled by the mattress but Mark hears enough to know what was said, even when it’s followed up with a groan of protest at the body pressing him into the mattress but then a murmured sigh of contentment as they lay there. Okay so Mark isn’t likely to have fallen asleep but at least he’s peaceful.
Ric will take his -
“So last night I’m pretty sure you were dreaming about donkeys. You kept talking about trading them and needing to get someplace. I think that one of them was called Ed, but that could have been the donkey dealer. Anyway! So there was...” Mark carries on, explaining in detail (with impressions and quotes) the dream that Ric had been talking in last night. Closing his eyes Ric gives up and lets the steady drone of Mark’s voice lull him back to sleep.