Character/s: Gwaine, Leon
Summary: Gwaine isn't going to sleep alone.
Warnings: Modern AU
Word Count: 769
Prompt: #386 - Comfort
Author's Notes: The companion piece to Routine that I've long been thinking about. Reading the previous part isn't necessary.
Gwaine staggered back towards the bedroom.
The world was still dark. He shouldn't have been awake but the call of nature had been too pressing to ignore. He probably should have stopped drinking after that third pint.
Gwaine pointedly ignored the signs that he was getting older and instead focused on his return to bed.
He found his way easily into the bedroom and to the foot of the bed. He felt his way around the bed, hand skimming the bunched up duvet until he found the point where he could slip back in under the covers. Gwaine got into bed, being careful not to disturb the cat sleeping in the middle of the duvet, and settled in for the night.
He reached out, finding cool sheets where he expected a warm body.
Gwaine reached again, thinking he was mistaken given his drowsy state. He stretched his arm out. He threw back the bedding. He squinted in the dim light leaking in through the curtains. His tactile suspicion was confirmed: he was alone, save for the discontented mewing coming from beneath the pile of duvet.
Gwaine retrieved Butternut from beneath the bedding, scratching her chin as an apology. He placed her between the pillows at the head of the bed.
"Be back soon," he said, pushing himself up.
Gwaine yawned, rubbing sleep from his eyes as he staggered out to the living room.
He found Leon without having to look for him.
A minimal amount of light lit the living room. The main overhead light was off but a small lamp illuminated the far corner of the room where Leon had his laptop open in front of him. He looked tired and Gwaine knew it was only stubbornness and a mis-calibrated (in Gwaine's opinion) work ethic that kept him awake.
Leon looked up, somehow appearing equal parts surprised and not surprised to see him.
"Come to bed," Gwaine said gently.
Leon nodded but looked back down at the screen. "I'm almost done."
Gwaine rolled his eyes. That was a lie. Leon wasn't "almost done." He was never "almost done" working, mostly because he kept changing the requirements of what defined being 'done.'
"It's after midnight," Gwaine tried, walking over to where Leon sat. He didn't actually know the time. He took a guess and Leon didn't argue which meant that he was right.
Leon didn't look up when Gwaine put a hand on his shoulder. "I'm almost done," he said again.
"You need to sleep."
Leon simply nodded in response.
Gwaine shook his head, concentrating on keeping his mouth shut. It was late and he didn't want to start a fight.
He moved to stand behind Leon, letting his hand skim across Leon's back. Leon was already dressed for bed, his hair still damp from an earlier shower. Gwaine spread his hands over Leon's shoulders as he leaned forward a bit, glancing at what was keeping Leon from bed, failing to see any sense of urgency in the mess of text and numbers. He pulled back, firming his touch as his hands slid back and he pressed his thumbs into the ever-present knot at the base of Leon's neck.
Leon stopped typing.
Gwaine allowed himself a smug grin as he worked at the spot with practiced ease. He kept pressure focused on the knotted muscle, rubbing in firm, consistent motions as he felt Leon relax under his touch. He pressed particularly hard with both thumbs just for the pleasure of watching Leon's head roll back, a soft, satisfying noise escaping Leon as Gwaine dragged the pressure down along his spine.
Getting rid of the knot entirely was beyond Gwaine's skill but after a few minutes of work, the area was noticeably less tense.
Leon settled back in the chair, his hands falling to his lap. Gwaine reached past him to close his laptop. He draped himself over Leon, wrapping his arms around him as one of Leon's hands found his.
"Come to bed."
Leon looked at him, fatigue failing to mask the gratitude that made Gwaine kiss him.
By the time they reached the bedroom Butternut had retaken her position in the middle of the duvet.
They were both careful not to disturb the sleeping cat. Leon, then Gwaine, slipped in under the covers, the cool comfort of their bed quickly lulling Gwaine back to sleep. He reached out again, finding Leon this time, feeling kisses warm his hand, shoulder, and heart as Leon settled in his embrace.
"Love you," Leon said softly, succumbing to much needed sleep.
Gwaine allowed himself a soppy smile.
"Love you too."