"To sleep is an act of faith."
Oct. 18th, 2009 09:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Mitch could never hope to stay awake as long as J is able to. He tried a few times, back before they knew each other too well -- back when he still didn't trust the blond not to do something to him while he slept -- and failed.
Now, he's back to a similar level of wariness. But he doesn't try, these three months and a lifetime later, to stay up again. Instead, when sleep starts to tug at him, he gets off at the next exit, and checks them in at the cheapest nearby hotel. If J protests the pause in their journey, he promises that they'll get going again first thing in the morning. And he gets ready for bed, and he sleeps.
He told J, when they first met, that he was a light sleeper. Hopefully, he'll be light enough.
Now, he's back to a similar level of wariness. But he doesn't try, these three months and a lifetime later, to stay up again. Instead, when sleep starts to tug at him, he gets off at the next exit, and checks them in at the cheapest nearby hotel. If J protests the pause in their journey, he promises that they'll get going again first thing in the morning. And he gets ready for bed, and he sleeps.
He told J, when they first met, that he was a light sleeper. Hopefully, he'll be light enough.
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Date: 2009-11-04 05:31 am (UTC)Still... Mitch doesn't let himself follow the natural sequence, just yet. That smile, the look on J's face, presses deeper buttons, and makes him want to stay awake just a little longer.
He makes a quiet hm sound, as he reaches down and carefully removes J's hand from his body, threading his fingers in with the other boy's. Pulling both their hands up and pressing them to the sheets beside J's head, as he lets himself relax and move in closer to the other boy. (Snuggling is such an effeminate word for it.)
His other hand rests on top of the knife again.
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Date: 2009-11-04 05:45 am (UTC)When Mitch is pinning his hands, J feels sure he's going to be shaken out of this state and maybe they'll be fighting again...but Mitch is gentle and just lays with him. It's warm. It's like being pinned down or restrained, but...not. It feels strange but also an unfamiliar sort of safe. J lets out a frustrated sigh, seeing the knife is kept out of reach by Mitch's other hand. A soft noise between a whine and a comfortable hum sounds in his throat and, god help him, J thinks he could actually sleep... He just still doesn't know if he wants to. Another little whine and he settles into it. He relents to being 'snuggled' for now. Maybe sleep is ok...just for now. Just like this.
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Date: 2009-11-04 06:03 am (UTC)Snap.
He still wants to. J turned on him, tried to hurt him, and he needs to be taught that there's consequences for that. And even if it wouldn't keep J from doing it again, it would make him feel better. But one violent act would beget another, start the fighting again, and he's comfortable. They both are. A threat seems just as good.
"If you do that again, I'll break your fingers," he mutters, squeezing J's hand, then relaxing his grip. Closing his eyes.
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Date: 2009-11-04 06:12 am (UTC)J relaxes with a soft smile and squeezes Mitch's hand back.
"Ok. Only one hand, though, or...ah...you'd have to finish on your own."
It's an acceptance of the rules being laid down, as well as a subtle agreement to the strange developments in their relationship. He lowers his head closer to Mitch and lets himself start to drift off.
He mumbles and mutters in his sleep and curls up more tightly with Mitch. It's not so terrible to get some rest...
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Date: 2009-11-04 06:23 pm (UTC)He falls back on the pillow with a quiet grunt. "Mmm."
J's on his way to a good night's rest for the second time in as many days. More sleep, total, than he's probably had in the two weeks previous. God only knows what that will do for him. Or if it becomes a habit.
Mitch closes his eyes too, and surrenders himself, J'd mutterings familiar and comfortable as he slips under. Tomorrow... tomorrow is another day. And they'll just have to take it as such. See where it leads them.