Fics like i'm no good at lip service [except when they're yours]

Fic prompt (from unknown source): we slept in the same bed for space reasons but now we’re just waking up and there’s something about your bleary eyes and mussed hair * Somewhere outside, nowhere near enough to be of concern, a pack of dholes chatters as it makes its way down the mountain. A light breeze rustles the flowering bushes outside, slipping through a crack in the nearby window and ghosting through the safehouse. As it touches Ajay, he unconsciously shrinks away from it, perhaps already asleep; he must be, because if he was not, he would recoil from the way his muscular back presses against Sabal’s solid chest, from how his leg stretches out and tangles with the Golden Path leader’s. Sabal feels the weight of Ajay’s calf resting on his, and it is heavier than physically possible. He tries to tell himself that his mind is exaggerating every sensation, but then Ajay hitches his hips back from the edge of the bed and the older man abruptly drops every attempt at rational thought.

Fics like i'm no good at lip service [except when they're yours]

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