Q’d been use to one-night stands; of falling into bed with strangers for something quick and feverish, but always leaving after all was said and done. There’d been no point in staying around, no matter how much he might’ve liked the nameless party he’d entertained that night.
But there was something about Merlin that was quite different than all the rest, and Q had spent the entire night, laying by the man’s side, wondering just what it was.
They’d drank, they’d talked, and Q had watched emotion play out across the man’s features; emotion he wanted to whisk away, or share in it’s burden, he wasn’t quite sure, but they’d kissed and it had started slow before it’d picked up and became that feverish thing Q’d been so use to from all his previous flings.
They’d made their way to the bedroom; clothes were stripped away and exposed skin, bitten and kissed and an excuse to find a condom had Q pulling away, only to return a moment later to find Merlin sound asleep.
A disappointment for one rearing to go, as he were.
Still, the sight had caught him off guard, and instead of pulling his clothes back on and letting the Kingsman sleep, he simply laid down to tuck into Merlin’s side, gaze tracing the line of the man’s nose, his lips and jaw, watching as Merlin snored quietly away.
Before long, he’d pulled up the bedsheet around him and lightly slept until he could feel his bed fellow stirring.
There was a bit of grogginess, a moment of clarity, and then an apology, all of which he thought he’d been prepared for, but inevitably was not.
“It’s quite alright.” He doesn’t mean to sound dismissive of the situation, even as he’s re-adjusting the bedsheet he’d covered himself with. It’s a moment of bashfulness, really. A low point. They were both grown men, after all. He briefly remembers palming Merlin through his trousers in their fever pitch.
“We simply drank a bit too much and let things get out of hand quite quickly.” It’s an out offered as a consolation prize for the night that ended far too soon.
@scotborn [ You’re the first man I’ve slept with-- actual, literal sleep. ]
