#pls don't look at me i'm YEARNING and it's embarrassing TWT

[stabbyfoxandrew]

kevjean sleepy kiss!!!!!!!! :D

24. A sleepy kiss

Jean never needs to set an alarm. His body wakes up at the same time every morning, no matter what time he goes to bed. It’s very annoying sometimes, when the dead haunt his dreams. Luckily, he’d slept well the night before. How could he not after the night they’d had?

The thought of last night’s events has him waking up elsewhere and Jean pushes those images away. It’s far too early for that. Even if it wasn’t, Kevin is of course still snoring into Jean’s pillow. He has his back to Jean, curled up on his side with his bad hand curled to his chest protectively. Even at rest, he can’t relax. And it’s been years.

Jean sighs softly, under his breath. He’d rather be dead than get out of bed right now. He’d rather be dead than a lot of things. But the reason he’s stuck around is right next to him. Close enough to touch.

So Jean does.

He places a hand on Kevin’s hip, “Kevin?”

He gets no response. He hadn’t expected one. His love will not rise for at least two more hours, he knows. He’d like to stay here until then. Hm. Maybe he will. Jean moves until his chest is flush against Kevin’s back and drapes an arm over him to pull him closer. Kevin stirs just barely and Jean sighs against his nape.

A sudden inhale, then Kevin is conscious. “Wha time ‘s it?”

“Seven. Go back to sleep,” Jean whispers.

“You gettin’ up?” Kevin mumbles, his mouth still not quite awake. Fuck, Jean loves this man. He thinks about it for a moment. 

“Non.” Jean says, “Not yet.”

Kevin turns his head a bit, to look at Jean. He has the nerve to look annoyed. It’s more cute than anything though. “Then why’d you wake me up?”

“I wasn’t trying to. You’re very holdable,” Jean says, emphasizing his point by squeezing Kevin tight against him. He watches Kevin roll his eyes, but there’s a soft, sleepy smile on his lips. Oh, his lips. 

Jean presses his own against Kevin’s shoulder. Once, twice, three times. Then his neck, his jaw, his cheek. Finally, Kevin gets the idea and turns around in Jean’s arms. His hair is an inky mess against the pillowcase and Jean’s never seen anything more beautiful. He rewraps his arms around Kevin and captures his lips in a kiss that is far from innocent. There’s more tongue than there should be and the morning breath is terrible, but he doesn’t care.

When he finally pulls away, Kevin is wide awake. And half-hard against his thigh. “What was that for?” He asks, breathless.

“Maybe I was trying to wake you up.”