[It's the first truly lazy afternoon John's had in a while. There's no shortage of work to be done for the shuttle team, or RR-1, especially in preparation of their vacation. He can always find an excuse to stay busy.
Relaxing, on the other hand, has always taken a concentrated effort. Even on his days off John fills most of his day with physical training, sports, and teaching himself new, pointless skills, like playing the guitar. That one's got a lot of work before it becomes relaxing.
He was happy when Poe called, and asked him over in the middle of the day. It was a first. They had sex, not unusual, but then he fell asleep. Another first. Usually Poe has somewhere to be, or says he does, and John does to. Because he'd rather leave than get kicked out, and up until now? He's only passed out at Poe's place twice, and one of those times was to keep watch on Poe through the night after being put through the wringer by Kylo Ren.
Today was different. The sex was slow, a marathon versus the usual sprint, and more intimate in every way. As if the word 'couple' had changed everything, and maybe it had. John fell asleep after, without asking if he could stay. He hadn't been thinking. Content and sedated, Poe was the only thing on his mind. He dreamed of brown eyes and messy curls instead of a pale hand biting into his chest, sucking the life out of him decades at a time.
He doesn't wake up all at once. He feels the room first, warm and bright with sunshine, then the presence of another person, familiar, he knows it's Poe by the weight of him, and his smell, the touch is last, light as a feather. He moves against the sheets, yawns, and stretches, cracking open one eye to look at Poe.]
Hey. [He swallows another yawn] Sorry, must've... dozed off.
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Relaxing, on the other hand, has always taken a concentrated effort. Even on his days off John fills most of his day with physical training, sports, and teaching himself new, pointless skills, like playing the guitar. That one's got a lot of work before it becomes relaxing.
He was happy when Poe called, and asked him over in the middle of the day. It was a first. They had sex, not unusual, but then he fell asleep. Another first. Usually Poe has somewhere to be, or says he does, and John does to. Because he'd rather leave than get kicked out, and up until now? He's only passed out at Poe's place twice, and one of those times was to keep watch on Poe through the night after being put through the wringer by Kylo Ren.
Today was different. The sex was slow, a marathon versus the usual sprint, and more intimate in every way. As if the word 'couple' had changed everything, and maybe it had. John fell asleep after, without asking if he could stay. He hadn't been thinking. Content and sedated, Poe was the only thing on his mind. He dreamed of brown eyes and messy curls instead of a pale hand biting into his chest, sucking the life out of him decades at a time.
He doesn't wake up all at once. He feels the room first, warm and bright with sunshine, then the presence of another person, familiar, he knows it's Poe by the weight of him, and his smell, the touch is last, light as a feather. He moves against the sheets, yawns, and stretches, cracking open one eye to look at Poe.]
Hey. [He swallows another yawn] Sorry, must've... dozed off.