[ He doesn't remember falling asleep. He remembers sparring. He remembers there being a lot of aggression in it, more than the last time he'd sparred with Jason. A lot of time had passed, but still, he thought he'd remember it being that heated. There'd been fists and impacts, and the floor, at one point. Then there'd been kisses, and hips, and thick thighs, and aggression turned into something else, and then...
He remembers that it felt good. That they'd ended in a tangle in bed, and then there'd been more kisses.
Then darkness. He'd slept better than he had in a very long time. He thinks it was dreamless, though it wasn't. He just wasn't as wakeful as usual. Now, he's fighting through the fugue, and he almost wishes he could stay in it. Jason's hard, smooth chest is under his cheek. His arm is thrown across him, fingertips brushing his hip. He moves, just a little, head tilting up to see his still-sleeping face.
He wonders if they'll ever talk about this, or if they're supposed to pretend it never happened. Or, maybe, Jason will be angry with him for it. That's possible. Should he try to leave? He doesn't know, except that he doesn't want to, because it's comfortable and warm, and he's bruised but in a good way. If he moves any more, Jason might wake up.
He stays as still as he can. That's not the smart choice, but it's the one he's making for now. He can afford a few more minutes of this, surely. ]
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He remembers that it felt good. That they'd ended in a tangle in bed, and then there'd been more kisses.
Then darkness. He'd slept better than he had in a very long time. He thinks it was dreamless, though it wasn't. He just wasn't as wakeful as usual. Now, he's fighting through the fugue, and he almost wishes he could stay in it. Jason's hard, smooth chest is under his cheek. His arm is thrown across him, fingertips brushing his hip. He moves, just a little, head tilting up to see his still-sleeping face.
He wonders if they'll ever talk about this, or if they're supposed to pretend it never happened. Or, maybe, Jason will be angry with him for it. That's possible. Should he try to leave? He doesn't know, except that he doesn't want to, because it's comfortable and warm, and he's bruised but in a good way. If he moves any more, Jason might wake up.
He stays as still as he can. That's not the smart choice, but it's the one he's making for now. He can afford a few more minutes of this, surely. ]