He is beautiful when he sleeps.
It is a rare sight for Trevor; even without meth causing him to crash, he usually rests considerably longer than Michael does. But for some reason, tonight he woke up in the middle of the night. He didn't even have time to get annoyed by it before he realized he was greeted by the sight of Michael's face so close to his, just barely illuminated by the light from the lamp outside.
It still feels too good to be true, having Michael here next to him, in their house. Trevor is suddenly desperate to touch him, to hold him, but he knows he has to be up early at the movie studio. He doesn't want to wake the old grump up when he looks so peaceful.
But his hand is resting next to Trevor's head, between their pillows, and with just a tiny, careful movement, Trevor can bring his face to Michael's wrist, feeling his pulse on his lips, and it's perfect, everything about Michael is so perfect that he thinks he might explode any second now, or at least cry.
Michael stirs but doesn't wake up, so Trevor moves his lips to his palm, letting them rest there for a while before pulling back. He congratulates himself on his self-restraint but can't help snaking his hand under Michael's, holding it. His fingers are cool to the touch — maybe another lecture about smoking ruining him was due — but Trevor likes the thought of warming him up, making him feel more comfortable even in his sleep.
He wakes up groggy, in dire need of coffee or three more hours of sleep, minimum, when Michael's alarm rings. Michael himself is still half-asleep, looking at their joined hands, but soon turns his gaze, and they just stare into each other's eyes for a while. To Trevor's surprise, there's no teasing — only a small, sleepy smile and then Michael's mouth brushing on his knuckles, and the lips are dry from the sleep but so gentle that Trevor can't resist closing the distance between them, cuddling against him while he desperately tries to reach for his phone to turn off the alarm.
Trevor only laughs, kisses his neck, his earlobe, and eventually Michael gives up and just holds him, sighs against his forehead but contently, not exasperatedly.
It's never just 5 minutes.
Sorry, this took a bit longer, but I got carried away :'''))) Thank you for sending the prompt and I hope you like it! <333
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