He gets a hint of those lonely barracks in the back of his mind, the extreme isolation and imprisonment laying on his chest like a heavy stone. Rama doesn't linger on the thought long though, and Crozier's back to the soft happiness that had been shared between them. He yawns quietly into the back of his hand.
"If you can't sleep, at the very least don't leave me," he relents quietly.
The request, the words Francis uses to ask, wraps itself around the core of him and gives a tug. His throat is tight, and so is his chest. It hurts, and it feels wonderful, radiating out into every place Raju can feel the press of Francis’ body against his. The feeling pushes him forward to kiss Francis, hasty enough that the press of their lips together is clumsy, insistent. And then Raju settles back, free hand still spread loosely over the back of Francis’ head, feeling the softness of his hair. Raju’s gaze darts over Francis’ face here and there, intent, memorizing him. But he keeps coming back to Francis’ eyes and then he settles himself there, in the deep blue with that hint of brown just around the centre, like touching down at the bed of a river.
“I won’t get up,” Raju answers and after another moment says it out loud, running his fingers slowly through the hair under them, feeling this man around and through him: “Where else would I want to be?”
There are so many places that Rama could wish to be instead of freezing his bullocks off in this freezing wilderness, but the sentiment is understood and appreciated in his typical silently grateful way. Grateful to be loved and cherished, grateful for this man in his life, grateful for every moment they have together.
He locks eyes with Rama for a second or two longer, those crystal-brown eyes with the obscenely long lashes, and then closes his in tired contentment. He smiles his response, letting his quiet happiness say what he might fumble in words, and allows himself to fall asleep again.
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He gets a hint of those lonely barracks in the back of his mind, the extreme isolation and imprisonment laying on his chest like a heavy stone. Rama doesn't linger on the thought long though, and Crozier's back to the soft happiness that had been shared between them. He yawns quietly into the back of his hand.
"If you can't sleep, at the very least don't leave me," he relents quietly.
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“I won’t get up,” Raju answers and after another moment says it out loud, running his fingers slowly through the hair under them, feeling this man around and through him: “Where else would I want to be?”
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There are so many places that Rama could wish to be instead of freezing his bullocks off in this freezing wilderness, but the sentiment is understood and appreciated in his typical silently grateful way. Grateful to be loved and cherished, grateful for this man in his life, grateful for every moment they have together.
He locks eyes with Rama for a second or two longer, those crystal-brown eyes with the obscenely long lashes, and then closes his in tired contentment. He smiles his response, letting his quiet happiness say what he might fumble in words, and allows himself to fall asleep again.