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The alarm clock goes off and Hayden reaches out to stop it. The noise has woken Thom as well, and as Hayden starts to slide from beneath the sheets, Thom curls an arm around his waist.2
"I gotta go to work," Hayden pulls against him half-heartedly and finally gives up. Thom cuddles closer and smiles into Hayden's tawny hair.3
They stay like this for fifteen minutes.4
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They share a car because it costs less and they're still settling, so today Thom drives Hayden to work. He'll go back home for an hour or so until his own job starts, but right now he's opening the door for Hayden, who's busy grabbing his coat and bag from where he dropped them at his feet.6
"You didn't have to," he finally gets out and stands, shrugging on his jacket.7
"'Course not," Thom does up one of Hayden's buttons before Hayden can bat his hand away, scanning the passer-bys.8
"Have a good day," his fingers brush Hayden's wrist in a more discreet display of affection, but Hayden grabs the hand and kisses Thom quick. 9
When he jogs to the front door of the building he does it with his head down, not daring to chance eye contact.10
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Thom lets Hayden drive, and by the time they're at home he's fallen asleep, reclined in the passenger seat. He's still asleep after the car stops, but Hayden decides not to shake him awake just yet.12
Instead, he watches him in the soft yellow glow of the streetlights, pushing dark hair across Thom's forehead and tracing the shadow of his jaw with his thumb.13
"Thom," he says, hand on his cheek; gentle.14
"I can't carry you inside…"15
Hayden leans over that questionable space in between their seats and kisses his temple until he murmurs and shifts.16
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After washing the dinner dishes (a process which had been briefly interrupted by snapping each other with towels) Hayden sits in the living room and watches television in the dark. Thom comes from the kitchen with a bowl of nachos and puts it on the coffee table, sprawling onto the couch. Hayden grunts as he swings his legs onto his lap.18
"Please be careful when you're doing that," he places a hand against Thom's ankle, easing pressure.19
"Oh."20
He removes his feet with a lot more subtle motion and sits up.21
"You okay?"22
"I'll live," Hayden raises an eyebrow and smiles until Thom drops his head into his lap.23
His eyes flinch shut and he sighs shakily, threading fingers through Thom's hair. 24
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Thom has his nose stuck in the middle of an old tome, pouring through his customary bedtime chapter. He wears his reading glasses (contacts in their little watery basins half an hour ago) and they make him look adorably dorky.26
Hayden lies down and tries to sleep. Fails. Watches Thom instead. After a moment of studying he makes his move, crossing the mattress to Thom's side and slinging an arm around his waist. 27
"Read to me," he says, a question framed in the imperative.28
Thom knows Hayden really isn't interested (sci-fi was never something he understood) but he smiles down and begins to speak. Hayden feels quiet and loved, letting Thom's voice wash over him, and he is lulled to sleep by the warmth and low hum of his voice.29
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Author notes
A/N:
It takes five positive touches a day to keep a human being sane. It was with that inspiration that I began this piece.
I've become increasingly critical this week. Concerning this story, I may or may not have had the following internal conversation:
Me: WOW. This is cute enough to suffocate. I will choke and die on FLUFF. Like… who flicks people with towels? Like, seriously. Who does that?
Me: Just because you don't flick people with towels doesn't mean other people don't flick other people with towels. There are approximately six billion (seven billion?) people on the planet. I'm sure there is a healthy chunk of the population that has towels, and a healthy chunk of said population that will flick each other with them.
Me: *deathglare* I am NOT posting this.
Me: Like heck you aren't. You work hard. You use time. You make goal to finish. You go post NOW.
Me: *forgoes integrity and uptightness and POSTS, dammit*
Oh, all that aside – just got back from a Coldplay concert a few minutes ago. Pwnsome, it was.
Comments
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This is incredible.
It might sound crazy, but I can relate to all of this. The pictures you painted in my mind seemed so familiar and beautiful. The towel snapping really spoke to me... I've had similar experiences. Overall, really cute story. And excellent interpretation of your inspiration :]
xoxox.
Kevan.
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Yay! Someone with genuine towel-flicking experience! I'm glad you read, enjoyed, and related. My job here is done~
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Lovely!
I really liked this- how the touches added up, the sweetness of each counted gesture, the characters. The title was intriguing as well. Great job! And, I'm jealous you went to a Coldplay concert.
Sarah
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Thanks! Also, I'm glad you like the title...
Coldplay was very awesome~
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Dang, there's not a style you can't write in. Some days I don't mind drowning in fluff and today is one of those days. I love your inspiration and how the story moves from touch to touch, but ever so seamlessly. The two seem so focused and alive...just a couple snippets of life to remind us how much the little things weigh in.
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Seamless fluffy touches! It's like a giant cloud of LOVE.
Thanks for the review, and I'm glad you enjoyed~
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Ohmigosh!
This is was adorably cute, and as said in you're A/N's...I will most definitely choke on the fluffiness. Gah! Your characters seemed to have this realistic glow to them, which made me feel a little warm, and though I dont like shorty short stories such as this one, buuuut this so good, I wanna read it over and over again!
Absolutely Amazing!
One hundred billion Applaud Smileys!!!
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Yay! Glow-ness and warmth! I am glad you like it enough to read it over...
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Amazing
I really wish I had the time to give this the proper review it deserves.
Basically, I like the title, your characters are strong, and your language flows nicely.
Keep being awesome.
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Thanks for leaving a review. Even if it wasn't the 'proper' one, I'm glad you made the time to write something!
I like the title, too. It's one of my best ones...
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