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Despite how tired Björn must have been from the rigors of holding his large frame so closed in for the bus ride, he must have gotten a second wind from the shower because neither of them came close to getting any semblance of sleep until the weak light of the false dawn started filtering through the windows. When they finally collapsed in a sweaty, satiated heap, sleep came quickly; Colin tucked securely within the strong arms of his lover, Björn's cheek pillowed against damp curls.

Diffused light streamed in to warm the boys in the bed; Colin woke slowly and extricated himself from the loose arm around his waist. He smiled to himself, smoothing several long blond strands of hair back from Björn's sleep scruffy face before getting out of the bed to pull on soft pajama pants and a t-shirt. Moving certain ways caused him to wince slightly and he couldn't help but think that the only "down-side" to being with the big blond was that he was big. It was something that could be problematic if not taken into consideration beforehand, as they'd learned very quickly.

He slipped out of the bedroom to hit the bathroom and then the kitchen so he could bring some juice back. In the kitchen there was a note that he'd just missed his mom; she'd headed out to pick up Miri and would be back at around 2pm. Glancing at the clock told him it was just past noon; they'd slept late - noon was far later than either of them usually managed to sleep. Even on weekends at Hillworth they got up fairly early so they could jog together before the day got too hot or they had anything that needed to be done.

On the counter, there were some homemade blueberry muffins left out - safe for him but not disgusting tasting to those that enjoyed REAL food - clearly those were meant for their "breakfast". If the growling in his belly was any indication, Björn would likely be ready to devour a whole cow...the muffins and juice would take the edge off until Rebecca and Miri returned and they could check if there were plans to share a late lunch, or if he and Björn should just fend for themselves until dinner.

Returning to the bedroom, he set the food down on the night stand before he settled back on the bed with the two juices. "Good morning. Afternoon, actually." Colin's voice was low and sort of hoarse from the night before, but didn't seem to be bothered by it.

There were a great many reasons why Björn tended to look older than his years, but when he was sleeping Colin got to see his face gentled and relaxed, quite boyish as it rarely was. Björn's kiss got a smile; it both tickled and scratched a bit - facial hair tended to do that. Funny how he'd never really known something so strangely pleasant before meeting the Swede. "I couldn't agree more."

Sipping his own juice, Colin just sort of shook his head before saying anything, "No way. You're cute when you're sleeping." As long as he wasn't drooling on Colin's shoulder, he was 'cute'. Not that cute was really the word that one would use to describe young Mister Guildson. But use it he did, because Björn was his, dammit.

"She's been up, went out to pick up my sister..apparently her plans changed and she needed Mom to get her. They'll be home soon." He picked up a muffin and offered it to Mr. Scruffy, "First, food. Then you can take care of that scruff."

Yes. Cute. When sleeping. Boyish and wholly unguarded, at the very least - but to his lover, well...he was cute. Upon waking, the cuteness was replaced with sexiness (sleep mussed hair and all), but he wasn't going to keep giving the blond compliments if the result was funny looks, so there! "You look really young when you're sleeping," Colin leaned in to kiss Björn's nose lightly, "Otherwise you're not cute." Oh hell, who was he kidding? He'd tell the blond he was sexy until the cows came home! "Just sexy." Cute and cuddly like a big ol' teddy bear when sleeping, hot as hell when awake and he was totally open to having a gay relationship - Colin was a lucky guy!

"Mmhmm, I never told you?" Thinking back, no, he hadn't. Hell, he didn't even know Björn's, or if he had one himself. "It's Elias. Colin E Harville. It's why half the family calls me 'Collie' - which I hate by the way." He shot Björn a mock-dirty look. "What about you?" So much unknown about one another, despite having been in a serious relationship for so long...but then, how often did Colin use his middle name? Björn knew the most important things about him: his status as a 'sushi', his love of Star Wars and - last, but not least - his love of Björn himself.

"Mom's a great cook, but some of her recipes are hit or miss, taste-wise. Trying to make vegetarian-friendly food in a carnivorous home can be a real trial." Colin chuckled and nibbled at a muffin after offering another to his bed-mate. "But it's the way she unwinds, her favorite hobby basically. Otherwise I'm pretty sure we'd eat a lot of frozen stuff - or take-out."

Hearing about Anna's cooking, he couldn't help but smile more. "I didn't do so badly, myself. I would have loved seeing you in a tiny, frilly apron." Bahahaha, hilarious thought, that one! "I can sort-of cook...enough that I wouldn't starve to death if left to my own devices. And there's always the microwave, right?"

"You sir, do not look like a high schooler." Colin half laughed and took a playful tug at Björn's goatee. "Even if you went completely clean-shaven, you're just too big. Not that I'm complaining. Or mind." Far from it, Colin liked and appreciated his lover's looks, his size.

Interesting tid-bit(s) about not only the Scandinavian naming system but also about Björn's full name. A while back, when he'd first gotten interested in the blond, he'd Googled a few things and had read about the naming conventions - Guildson, son of Guild, that sort of thing - but with everything that had happened, he had all but forgotten it until just that moment when he was reminded. He sounded out 'Æinarr' once on it's own and then with the whole of Björn's name. Yet another thing that he liked about the long-haired strongman currently in his bed. "Not like Aegir's much better. I Googled it once...it's based on something that's not supposed to use English letters either." Another chuckle, "Colin Elias isn't bad, no. Elias was my great-grandfather's name. I'm actually lucky, I could have been a Wilmur."

Ugh. Wilmur. He was distracted from shuddering over his perceived "near-miss" on the horrific name from his family's past by Björn's deep thoughts on how having old-fashioned things in one's life helped tie generations and the like together. "Oh, I think you're probably right for most people Björn." At least, it seemed that way for a lot of people that he knew - hell, his mother had a couple antique furniture pieces from the Hargrove family that were hundreds of years old - she claimed that not only were they better made and extremely beautiful, there was also some comfort in knowing that no matter how things changed, some remained the same.

"When you put it that way, it sounds pretty bad." A sheepish grin took over the dancer's face, "But yeah, I can only sort-of cook. Mostly things that I eat...vegetarian dishes. Mom has a vegetarian cookbook and I can follow the recipes pretty well from it." He just didn't do so often, because it wasn't a big concern of his yet - he was still at Hillworth and still living at home. Björn's words made him think about it for the first time in a long while; what about after high school? Damn, they didn't have that much more time, did they? Graduation loomed not-too-far in the future...what happened after they got their diplomas?

Colin didn't think Björn was headed to college and he wasn't really interested in the 'typical' sort of college education most high-school grads wanted (despite what his mother hoped he would do - wanted him to do). "I guess one of us will have to learn to cook then...won't we?" They really did need to talk about their futures and if said futures would be together...or not.

"I bet we could find one on Etsy...or have one made. You can find anything there." Giant fluffy apron...with little pink flowers? Probably not..more like something dark and masculine in cut, with Kiss the Cook on it. Maybe.

"Sometime soon. Trust me when I say we don't want to be alone in here when Miri first comes home." His sister would probably come busting into the apartment, run to his closed door and bang on it while shouting for them to stop "making out" or "breaking the bed". That was the sort of excitable pest she could be. "Go shave, scruffy." Björn would get another goatee tweak and then a soft kiss before Colin slowly slid himself off the bed to stretch. Time to get dressed and ready for the day, not just wandering around the bedroom in pajamas.

"I wonder what sort of face your mom will make when you ask her to teach you to cook..." Colin did wonder if Björn's mother ever thought her son might take up cooking; he didn't think it was very likely, considering the way that the big blond looked and liked to live his life. A strongman that also knew how to bake vegan cookies and cakes? How strange will that be? And all for him, at least it would be, if he and Björn were going to be together long after high school. Would they? Thinking about it made Colin's stomach twist in a pleasant manner - ah, young love!

"If only she would! There aren't many good vegetarian eateries in Destiny City...I know, I've looked." It was really nice having his boyfriend there in the morning...not having to worry about dorm-walls and whatnot. He grinned as Björn left the room to tame himself into respectability, then went about pulling clothing onto himself; jeans over underwear and socks, a soft, athletic-fit t-shirt in muted brown with an acid-wash pattern on it. He added a small band to push his curls back from his head - man did he need a haircut, maybe in a few days...maybe he'd drag his big 'ol boyfriend along for it. Hand out some kisses after? Either way, when the aforementioned blond muscle-bound tank came back, he was checking his phone idly.

"Yep. Come on and see the house in the light. They'll be back soon." Colin was happy to re-show Björn around the house, show him everything that they'd passed over in the darkness before. It wasn't exciting or anything, just a normal apartment with normal people in it - your standard american family house - but there was a decent sized TV, couch and coffee table...general things.

The home was colored in soft tones, tans and roses and greens...it wasn't anything overly feminine, even though the main hands in and on it were females. Here and there little signs of Colin or Miriam, games, books...a macaroni picture frame (summer camp left-over, likely)...and tons of those little knick-knack things that people tended to collect with time. Colin's stuff seemed to stay in his bedroom for the most part, but there were a few of them - mostly involving pictures of his dance-life, or a movie poster that he was part of...things like that.

"Mom always said I should go into nursing or something...nice hands and I apparently take good care of people when they're sick." But that wasn't in Colin's heart and it wasn't in his cards, at least not that he could see; he was pretty sure that Björn couldn't have imagined himself doing anything so outside his own heart either. "I bet she loves having you there to tote the heavy things around. You're pretty handy like that."

He'd never been to the restaurant that Björn mentioned, though he'd certainly heard about it often enough from people in the industry and other more eclectic friends. Actually, he'd always wanted to go, he just hadn't for whatever strange reason.

Colin did notice the slight pause his lover took when he donned the band, but just shrugged a little to himself because he was quite aware of how he looked wearing them...and wasn't bothered by it at all any more. Once upon a time he'd gotten all up in arms, violently at times, but now - as a know-it-all teenager nearly out of high school - he was "over it". Colin did whatever he damned well pleased and as long as he wasn't hurting anyone else it wasn't really a big deal. Besides...the band wasn't the girliest thing he'd ever worn out in public (though it was one of the few that he kept wearing by choice, rather than for money...or at someone else's behest).

"I love Ikea-stuff. Mom too, but obviously we don't decorate in it here." Colin eyed the darker woods of the furniture, the tan carpeting and slightly lighter walls that generally were found in newer construction "family housing". "It wouldn't be so bad to live sparsely. I might miss all my Star Trek stuff though." But to travel around, with Björn? He might give up a great deal of his "stuff" just for that chance...and the thought, just blooming in his brain, was strange and worrying but also pretty damned nice.

Björn had a way of putting things that could make him smile even when his face already half-hurt from the way happiness stretched his face. "Sometimes, yes. It's how mom unwinds most of the time, and Miri too. I don't watch much of it, except my shows." Colin plopped on the couch to wait, not really bothering with the television. "Miri and mom like to record anything on TV that I'm in...even if the director or producer promise to give us a copy. THe TV was a present for all of us, to each other a few years ago."

Watching his partner gingerly approach - and then settle onto - the couch brought a chuckle from Colin, he really should have explained that such care was unnecessary: the couch had been through much more than Björn and survived, it would be fine. "Don't worry about the couch, it's pretty sturdy all around. My cousin and I used to jump on it...and by 'used to' I mean 'until last year", he said this almost as an afterthought to the tentative way the strongman-in-training approached it.

"Mom loves any sort of "do-it-yourself" type project, so IKEA is probably somewhere she'd shop more...if I weren't so hard on the furniture." He shrugged; eventually - hell, sooner rather than later, really! - Colin would be either going to college and moving to the dorms there (hahaha, no) or at least moving out. Being his own person. Eighteen was coming up, after all! Maybe then Mrs. Hargrove would be able to get more 'delicate' furniture; Miri wasn't nearly as destructive to home furnishings as her brother, so it was quite likely. "The pictures they use for directions can be so crazy-looking."

Oh lord, words spoken could not be taken back. Colin hadn't realized when he said it that Björn would want to see all of the crap he'd done...but he should have. With an expression somewhere between "oh-dear-god" and "deer-in-the-headlights" the dancer just looked at his boyfriend. "You...want to see all of them?" Of course he did. That was the kind of guy Björn was. Colin didn't wait for a confirmation since he'd mentally answered himself - if Björn said he wanted to see all of the clips, then he meant. "Okay...but I'm warning you - some of it's godawful. And in a few, you probably won't recognize me."

Even so, he'd still do it. There were a few VHS tapes and a handful of DVDs that he pulled out of a drawer on the entertainment center, he set up the first VHS and went to sit back down with his boyfriend to start watching the first of his various "roles" - from recitals of Swan Lake (or hell, him being a small dancing fairy at 7 years old) to iPod commercials to movie clips...including one where Colin was part of a musical's chorus line as himself...and also ended up dancing with the bigshot actor during a second scene, in drag. Most of the clips were short - under five minutes, thankfully, but a few stretched out to nearly ten minutes (like the musical and dance scene together). Colin well remembered the actor...and doing that scene; he'd been in make-up for the chorus line and then almost immediately been rushed over to costuming once more to be transformed into a waifish, delicate dancing girl.

God he did not like that actor. Grr!

Their little game of "Find the Colin" certainly helped pass the time in a pleasant manner (even if some of the stuff was embarrassingly old or bad) - at least until the part where he got an unwanted eyefull of Adrian Gray. It wasn't as though he hadn't known he would be seeing the actor again when watching the relevant clip(s), but he'd been so pleasantly distracted playing with (or swatting at) Björn that he'd half-forgotten what was coming.

Colin sighed and soaked up the warm and comfort his lover's arms offered him before reaching out to grab the remote so he could wind back to the offending scene, freezing it in place when he had Adrian's character on screen. The man just happened to be dancing with "she-Colin". "I really detest that man." Usually so bright and smiling, the dancer's expression was bitterest bile, eyes glittering with anger and more than a little hate.

"Adrian Gray, if you've never heard of him, is a pretty famous actor - or he was until the press found out that he's a mean-tempered, sadistic *****. The cops found something like 300 hours of "home video" and thousands of photographs in a wall-safe in his home when he was arrested."

Colin picked at Björn's shirt, eyes downcast; it was easier to talk to that massive chest than see the sweetly concerned expression change, "I was in some of them. So was 'she'" He nodded at the female version of himself still frozen on screen, eternally stepping with the man's arm around 'her' waist.