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Lennon Lewis doesn't feel quite alright. He is slowly but surely reaching for the stars with his rock band and is adored by everyone who meets him. He should be happy. But he's either too high or too low. The sweet relief is only tempora...
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He jolts awake listening for whatever has woken him but all William finds is Lennon wrapped around him, his soft snores purring against his throat. After last night's confessions William thought they would be unable to sleep for days but Lennon passed out on top of him soon after William pulled him into his embrace. It seems that telling gruesome, horrific things of the past exhausts you like that.
He stayed awake for hours after Lennon fell asleep, just making sure that he's awake in case Lennon wakes up from another nightmare. But he didn't even move. He slept like a baby, calm and relaxed and beautiful in all his pain. William was thinking about everything, silently cried at moments. And then he fell asleep at some point probably exhausted as well from the thoughts and worry.
Now he is just staring from Lennon's sleepy face to the bedroom door, he remembers leaving it slightly opened last night. He's groggy, drenched in sweat from Lennon's body clinging to him and still tired - it was only dawn when Lennon dozed off, and maybe around eight when he did.
Fuck, he remembers he should be in the office at 9 and he obviously forgot to set an alarm. He slowly moves Lennon away from him, but comes back to gently linger his lips over Lennon's beauty mark, his favourite, dropping a barely there kiss careful not to wake him. He stirs a bit, but just rolls around, hugs William's pillow and continues to sleep. He gets his phone from the bedside table and then he hears another sound from the kitchen, coffee machine is on. He hurries out, not even looking at the phone, the scent of coffee greets him as he finds his way into the kitchen.
"Jesus fucking Christ!"
Sam shouts and immediately stops pouring coffee in two mugs on the counter, mouth opened, wide eyed staring at William's crotch. That is currently completely bare and exposed. William remembers that he never put any clothes back on after Lennon's midnight exploration.
"Morning. What are you doing here?" William yawns while trying to type a message on his phone, letting Micah know that he will be late, not much, he'll be able to make it to the office by ten.
"Can you?! Like.. Just! What is wrong with you bro?!"
Humour is sparkling in William's eyes as he glances down at his own nudity. He isn't hard but he is definitely a shower not a grower. And yes, he maybe loves Sam seeing him like this in the middle of Lennon's place - staking a claim, pissing the territory, whatever one may call it.
"Sorry. I didn't expect to find anyone in the house." William says without missing a beat. Sam blushes and tries so hard to focus just on the coffee pot and the mugs.
"Well, I didn't expect to find you either, you're gone by this time."
"I slept in."
" I came to take Lennon to the hospital, remember? The consultation. At eleven."
"Shit, yeah." William is so tired that his brain completely blacked out. "I forgot, we barely got any sleep last night."
