- The bed is yours ... - Dexter confirmed ignoring the previous comment while looking for something in the closet - I'll take the couch...
Brian took the liberty of lying in the middle of the bed, spreading his arms lengthwise in complete comfort. Closing his eyes as if the sensation became more pleasant that way, more intimate.
He was tired, walking miles and sleeping on the floor hadn't helped. So the simple task of reopening his eyes was getting difficult.
- Why the couch? - Said without looking - There is enough room for both of us in the bed ... It would be like the old days ...
- That's not going to happen... - Dexter replied somewhat rough, continuing with his search.
Brian smiled almost helplessly, sleep was beginning to overcome him.
- Then we will take turns ... - he offered - I'll take the couch tomorrow...
- It's not necessary - the younger said suddenly approaching him to take his hand.
The older one returned the caress widening his smile, it was unusual for his baby brother to be so affectionate. Too unusual ... He should have seen it coming.
Suddenly he felt the icy metal on his wrist and heard how the latch on the handcuffs lock on the inside. He opened his eyes with his smile completely faded, noticing how Dexter had finished handcuffing him to the cot on the bed.
He gave him an accusing look, almost psychotic, to which his brother could only reply:
- I have nowhere to handcuff you on the couch ...
Fanfic : Tomorrow