The night stretched long and quiet, the only sound in the darkened room was of his steady breath. Cyrus lay sprawled in the center of the bed, propped up slightly against the pillows, the faintest glow from the city outside tracing soft highlights along the sharp planes of his chest and stomach. He was down to just his boxer briefs, the fabric riding low on his hips, he had to be patient. His fingers tapped idly against the sheets as he took frequent glances toward the door, waiting.
He exhaled through his nose. He wasn't surprised—but this was starting to get tiresome. Still, he'd been expecting the sound of her soft footsteps, the hushed giggle under her breath as she slipped beneath the covers, eager hands pulling at him in the dark. Instead, he heard something else. Something heavier. The door creaked open, and a much larger presence stepped into the room. He had lost track of time, having only taken a quick look at his phone at the woman's text message, apologising that she would be running very late.
Cyrus didn't move, didn't even shift as his eyes adjusted, the darkness peeling away like a veil to reveal the imposing figure now standing at the threshold. Silver. Broad shoulders filled the doorway, muscles stacked thick across his arms and chest, his form unmistakable even in the dim light. His movements seemed to be slow, heavy with exhaustion, the kind of tiredness that made it easy to fall asleep. He rubbed a hand over his face before stepping forward, kicking the door shut behind him with the absent-minded ease of someone who seemed to have done it a thousand times.
Cyrus' smirk faded into something more curious, though he didn't say a word. He simply watched, his gaze tracking the other man's every move in the darkness. Silver didn't seem to hesitate. No light had been turned on—just stripped off his shirt in one fluid motion, then joggers and underwear, tossed aside before settling onto his side of the bed. Cyrus heard him sighing deeply, just as the mattress dipped under his weight.
It took a moment for the amusement to fully settle in, a slow, bubbling realization waving through him. Oh. Perhaps Silver had thought it was her in bed, waiting for him. Cyrus let the silence linger between them, let the stillness stretch out. He could see the way Silvers' body shifted with each breath, the way the muscles in his back flexed slightly before relaxing as he settled deeper into the mattress, resting with his back turned to him. The room was quiet enough that he could hear the rustle of the sheets against his skin, the faint exhale of air through his nose as he finally got comfortable. He wasn't questioning anything, wasn't suspicious. He sounded exhausted. So, Cyrus waited.
Then, ever so slowly, he moved. Shifting slightly, he rolled onto his side, facing the other man, the heat from Silver's body already radiated across the small space between them. The warmth was nice—solid, steady. Cyrus let his hand drift just slightly, fingers ghosting over the sheets as he scooted closer. Then, just barely, he let his fingers brush against Silver's side, slowly and steady working their across to his front, caressing into the muscled plains of hardened abs.
PLOTTED STARTER FOR; @fortunetellsrp
