And sure, okay, maybe he shouldn't drink so much coffee, and the cigarettes he sneaks don't help either, but mostly he figures it's just the way he's wired. A night owl.
He gets feel tired, kind of, but it's like his body is wired for electricity and the switch just doesn't turn off the way it should, so he'll lie there in the dark and vibrate, then get up and go back to work, or put some music on and dance, or flip through the channels until morning.
When Fraser stays over, Ray sleeps a lot better. Maybe because he has somebody to burrow in next to, and maybe because a good hard fuck works a hell of a lot better than warm milk.
And when he still can't sleep, when his eyes pop open in the middle of the night and his body just won't understand that it's off time, not on time, there's Fraser. In his bed, sleeping like the prettiest Canadian log you ever saw.
He figures Fraser gets mooned over plenty during the day, and him making googly eyes at his partner wouldn't fly for long down at the 27, but nighttime is his time. He fishes his glasses off the bedside table, props himself up on an elbow and takes his time, getting as close as he needs and just looking, memorizing Fraser's nose, counting his flaws, watching him breathe.
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Re: Part II again = love
Date: 2007-09-22 04:00 am (UTC)And sure, okay, maybe he shouldn't drink so much coffee, and the cigarettes he sneaks don't help either, but mostly he figures it's just the way he's wired. A night owl.
He gets feel tired, kind of, but it's like his body is wired for electricity and the switch just doesn't turn off the way it should, so he'll lie there in the dark and vibrate, then get up and go back to work, or put some music on and dance, or flip through the channels until morning.
When Fraser stays over, Ray sleeps a lot better. Maybe because he has somebody to burrow in next to, and maybe because a good hard fuck works a hell of a lot better than warm milk.
And when he still can't sleep, when his eyes pop open in the middle of the night and his body just won't understand that it's off time, not on time, there's Fraser. In his bed, sleeping like the prettiest Canadian log you ever saw.
He figures Fraser gets mooned over plenty during the day, and him making googly eyes at his partner wouldn't fly for long down at the 27, but nighttime is his time. He fishes his glasses off the bedside table, props himself up on an elbow and takes his time, getting as close as he needs and just looking, memorizing Fraser's nose, counting his flaws, watching him breathe.
Sometimes Ray doesn't mind not sleeping so well.