Happens after You're a Turkey
Thanksgiving evening. Two sleep-heavy bodies twined in a rumpled bed with only the sheet pulled partially up as both tended to run hot. Above, a ceiling fan rotated just fast enough to create a light breeze but not so quickly as to cause the brass-beaded chain tink-tink-tink against the glass bulb covers. Tribble - once Montague - padded on stealthy paws about the apartment while her human and his companion slept; they were noisy and moved around a lot while awake, so she'd stayed out of sight - cat space or closet space - but with Colin and Björn resting she was free to roam her now-silent domain.
Shortly after nine, Colin's phone went off with a bouncy, pop-music medley that increased in volume slowly and jarred him awake. The blond swore darkly as he disentangled himself from Björn's arms and blearily tried to locate the offending item. Right. My phone. Björn made a rumbling sound of question and also annoyance - they had not been sleeping long, he was not unreasonable to be irritated. Especially when Colin was practically climbing over the broad expanse of his back to scrabble for the phone and check the display to see whom it was intruding on their rest before the chorus of Ke$ha's Die Young ended. Falling back beside Björn, Colin groaned and thumbed over to accept the call, murmuring "It's Mom--" in a low voice right before greeting the woman that birthed him with a voice only slightly grumpy but quite raspy. For Reasons.
"Mm. So how was the three-bird abomination? Good. Glad I missed it."
"Oh, uh...yeah I'm fine. I was just napping."
"Uh-huh, I'm the lazy one."
"So make her do it next time."
Words and phrases interspersed with grunts that had various meanings but mostly mean 'let me go back to sleep' could be heard, though only one side of the conversation came through. After a few minutes, the curly haired danseur tapped the phone against his forehead and decided to put an end to the conversation. He was tired, his throat felt scratchy like he'd been abusing it (he had), and he didn't really feel like talking so much. "Mom. Moooom. Hey, Mom--" Colin put a hand over the mouthpiece as Björn eyed him with sleepy amusement, head propped up with a combination of pillow and arm as he watched this little familial navigation with a twinge of nostalgia and longing. Once, he'd been part of all this too, warmly welcomed by Colin's mother and sister, treated very much like just another part of the family - would they still have been so welcoming after everything?
"It's not funny." He hissed softly and prodded at a slab of muscle, misreading the odd look that came over Björn's face and moving his hand to address his mother once more, "No-- Yes. Actually, I have someone over. No, I will not put them on the line--" A faint blush spread across Colin's cheeks, deepening further with the quiet shaking of Björn's body as he held in laughter, visible even with only the low light filtering into the room and the glow from the screen of the smartphone. "I haven't--" A rather undignified squawk came from the curly haired blond as his voice broke, "Oh my GOD Mom--wearenothavingthisconversation." Colin could have told her that Björn was there, but he'd long since learned it was best to mention whom later, when there was less of a chance she'd demand air time...or details.
"I'm gonna go. I'll talk to you later, okay? Good night, I love you too." Conversation ended, Colin indelicately half-climbed over his bedmate again to drop the phone back on the nightstand and to get a sip of water from a bottle sitting there to ease the rasp in his throat. Before he resettled, Colin pressed his cheek against Björn's back, sighing and then taking a moment to press a kiss to the shell of Björn's ear. "I don't think she's ever going to stop asking me if I'm being safe." Not the worst thing a mother could ask, by any means. With another small sigh, he moved from Björn's back to the mattress, smiling, body automatically bending towards Björn like a plant to the sun. "It's just after nine...go back to sleep." Of course, he would be wide awake for a bit, thanks to his mother's call...but that didn't mean that Colin would insist Björn stay up until he fell back asleep.
Especially not when he fully planned to exhaust them both again after they'd gotten some decent rest. Oh, the things I'm going to do with you my love... Björn shifted onto his side, drawing Colin close again and tucking his head under his chin, his hand like a heavy, heated stone loose against the small of Colin's back. As the strongman's breathing evened back out, Colin simply enjoyed being held, being made to feel small but oh-so-safe, until he too fell back into a deep, dreamless sleep.
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