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 Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2015 5:28 pm
The feeling of Otto's fingers in his hair made his eyes flutter, a feeling of happiness welling in Chance's stomach. He curled himself against Otto, warm and comfortable, and continued reading until he reached nearly the end.
He drifted off sometime later into a light doze, lulled by the softness and his heavy eyelids, the book resting on his chest.
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2015 5:42 pm
At some point, Chance just seemed... still. His gaze flicked down to find a surprising sight; Chance was actually napping. The man hardly slept, yet there he was. It was like finding unicorns or gold at the end of a rainbow. His phone was nowhere nearby, which he lamented. No way to freeze frame this moment. Instead, he continued listening to his music. He continued threading his fingers through his hair, quietly admiring the sleeping face the man wore. He found he liked this moment. Technically, he was by himself, since Chance was away in dreamland. He was able to watch him all he wanted without feeling watched, without feeling shy. He could take in each feature. Memorize every detail. He idly wondered if Chance dreamed of anything, or if he was sleeping in a pleasant void of nothing. His face at rest was so peaceful, so handsome. He traced the thickness of his brows, the way his lashes sat on his cheek. The way his hair moved under his fingers. Silly little things he'd never admit to aloud.
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2015 5:49 pm
It was very rare that Chance slept at all, even when he'd had little to no sleep during the night. Maybe it was a combination of the exertion spent last night, both mentally and physically, but he was warm and comfortable with Otto, and it felt surprisingly easy to drift off into a light sleep. His dreams slipped softly from one thing to the other, never staying in one place long, a quiet, peaceful void of pleasure.
He woke some time later to the feeling of Otto's fingers in his hair, Chance blinking slowly, shifting a little on the couch as he tried to remember where he was.
"I slept," he mumbled, still half in a doze, closing his eyes again and exhaling a breath.
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2015 5:53 pm
"You did." Otto murmured back, almost seeming soft, gentle and-- "I was gunna stick these earphones in you're ears and blast heavy metal, but then you woke up." -- nevermind.
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2015 5:55 pm
He elbowed Otto lightly and then rolled abruptly, burying his face in Otto's stomach, arms around his midsection. Chance nuzzled against him like a sleepy cat, letting out a low hum of satisfaction.
"What time is it? Is it dark out yet?"
A pause, and then -
"I hope you weren't bored while I was using you as a pillow."
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2015 5:59 pm
"It's like... eight o'clock? I think. Getting there." He allowed the man to shift as he wanted, his hands hovering until he'd settled again. His arms rested over his head and back. "I wasn't bored." He murmured honestly, looking down at the fluffy head of curls on his stomach. "I mean, if I'd needed to pee, that'd be a whole other story and you'd've been kicked off in a heartbeat."
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2015 6:02 pm
He was still a little sleepy, which he was selfishly using as an excuse to snuggle closer. Chance let out a happy hum at the feel of Otto's arms around him, his own secure around his boyfriend's waist, face nuzzling against his stomach.
"Almost time, then," he mumbled with a sigh. "But I'm glad you weren't bored. And that you didn't have to get up, because you're really ******** comfortable."
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2015 6:06 pm
"Why? Am I squishy? Cause if I am, then I really oughtta hit the gym more often." Otto muttered in concern. If it was because he was warm, then that would suffice. But really, Chance was comfortable, and Otto found he liked holding him like this. Normally, it'd be the other way around.
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2015 6:11 pm
"Not so much squishy," Chance murmured. "I meant like, mentally, kinda. Your presence is comfortable, and you're nice and warm. I think you're plenty filled out."
He smiled against Otto's stomach and then twisted his head up to look at him, eyes half lidded in satisfaction.
"Lemme go grab a few things from my room, and then once I get back we can head out, sound good? It should be cool enough now to be outside without dying."
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2015 6:14 pm
Otto gave a quiet nod. He was fine with these answers. It wasn't like Chance was going to get in trouble anyway. He lamented to let him go, but he was painfully curious what sort of thing Chance had wanted to do. "Sure. Sounds like a plan." And night time meant he could wear long sleeves again. Thank the Night!
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2015 6:17 pm
Chance slowly sat up, regretting the loss of warmth, but he paused before he actually got off the couch, leaning to bury his face in the crook of Otto's neck affectionately for a few seconds.
"Yup," he said, voice a little muffled. "Such a nice warmth. I could get used to this."
Truth be told he already was used to it. He lifted his head, smiled, and ducked to kiss Otto, soft and gentle before pulling away and swinging his legs over the side of the couch. Chance stretched his legs, gave Otto a smile, and then slipped out the door without bothering to put his shoes back on.
He wouldn't be back for a good twenty minutes.
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2015 6:25 pm
Otto fought a smile when Chance snuggled in again, patting the man's curly head of hair before he sat up again. "Dweeb." He grouched under his breath. And after that, Chance left for a moment. In the meantime, Otto moved to stand, stretching out his arms and legs. And flopped back down again to listen to music. By the time Chance returned, Otto was swaying his head side to side, lipping some of the lyrics to whatever he was listening to. He amused himself rather easily.
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2015 6:28 pm
Chance could take being called a dweeb because, well Otto wasn't wrong.
When he returned, almost a half an hour later, Chance had his telescope bag over one shoulder and a black backpack in the other. He crossed the room to where Otto was and stood over him, smiling down at him.
"Up and at 'em, beautiful, and grab some pillows."
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2015 6:31 pm
Otto blinked, pulling out the earbuds with a smile. "Yep. I think I might have a few." Only a few though, ok. It's not like he collects them or anything. He put away his music player and padded off to gather some pillows, stepping into his slip on shoes after.
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2015 6:33 pm
Chance still hadn't bothered to put shoes on, because shoes were effort. Besides, they weren't going too far.
"All right, let's go," he said, once Otto had his shoes on, a smile on Chance's face. He gestured to the door with a jerk of his head and slipped out, waiting for Otto in the hallway.
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