J A M E S ♛ L I L L D O N
SHAKING HANDS RUN THROUGH MY HAIR
MY FEARS, WHERE DO I GO FROM HERE
Maybe it was to be expected, but James' sleeping schedule went to shit from the first night in this house. He'd always been a light sleeper, but he'd also been someone who passed out pretty quickly. That ability seemed to have flown out the window as soon as Carbon killed himself, though, because now he couldn't drift off without at least an hour of tossing and turning. Or just saying 'fuck it' and getting wasted until the alcohol finally knocked him out. Riley might not like to drink himself, but he made for good company on the nights that he was awake as well. He tolerated a drunken, chaotic James pretty well but hey, the man had been friends - was still friends - with Carbon, so what couldn't he handle? With that being said, he couldn't deny that on most nights, he didn't fall asleep until well into the morning hours. It was a damn good thing he wasn't expected to be anywhere, after all. In fact, the only time he'd even left the house was to go to his car and drag inside both his own and his boyfriend's suitcases. Carbon would surely want his stuff whenever he came back, and it didn't need to be left out in the trunk the whole time.
Tonight he'd finally fallen asleep sometime around three in the morning, and that was without the help of alcohol, which was very nice. He wouldn't wake up with a hangover in the morning. Unfortunately, though, he did dream of Carbon, which meant that he'd be longing for the man's return even more once he woke up. In his dream, the younger man was straddling his thighs, laving his face with sweet kisses. It was incredibly hot, and even his sleep addled brain made note of the fact that he was definitely feeling a bit touch starved. Even before they'd been dating, Carbon and James had been tactile with one another. He'd heard that Riley was too, and had seen it briefly when he'd interacted with the younger man, but he and James weren't really that close to one another yet. They were probably friends by now - James would consider them so - but there was still an awkwardness to their interactions that probably stemmed from the fact that the closest person to each of them was dead upstairs.
The light sleeper that he was, James slowly rose to wakefulness, lamenting the loss of his pleasant dream until he realized, slowly, that he was still feeling the sensation of lips against his skin. Startled, he shifted upwards, nearly dislodging the man on his lap until he reached out automatically to hold him in place. James was. . . awed. It was Carbon, right there in front of him. On top of him. "Holy shit, baby," he whispered, his eyes roving over his boyfriend. He looked, well, he looked good. He certainly didn't look like someone who had shot themselves in the head, which was great. There was a weariness to the way he held himself, and to the look in his eyes, but what could really be expected? James couldn't even begin to guess what he'd gone through, but he could fathom that it was a complete and total hell. There was also the fact that Carbon was quite obviously completely smashed but, well, James had spent a good portion of his time here just the same, and he hadn't even been the one who died.
Tentatively, as if he were scared that even touching the man would make him disappear, James reached both his hands up to cup around Carbon's face. "Hi," he said, pulling him in gently for a proper kiss. It was soft and sweet and slow, filled with emotion that James couldn't bring himself to voice right now. "You want me to shower with you?" he asked, finally pulling away. He expected as much, considering that the younger man woke him up to tell him so, rather than just doing it, but he couldn't help but to ask anyway. Honestly, he was in a state of disbelief right now. He couldn't quite convince himself that this wasn't some sort of extremely lucid dream, even though he'd never had such a dream before. Still, it felt too good to be true, and he was so happy that he could cry. He wouldn't though; there were better things to do, and he'd cried enough.
ooc;; welcome back, bby! <3