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dreamlikenewyork2016-12-16 01:46 pm
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"If I just lay here. Would you lie with me and just forget the world?"
Who: Sasha Stanford and Justin Campbell
What: Date night!
Where: New York City
When: After this
It was a toss-up for Justin and Sasha where to go for dinner between Planet Hollywood and the Hardrock Cafe. Stardust Diner had initially been on the list, until Justin told Sasha he had actually done a couple of nights performing there, and that night, he didn’t want to deal with being flanked by fans when he was trying to have some fun. Stardust was quickly ditched off the list and Hardrock Cafe won.
Justin actually surprised himself by how much he was laughing that night. It literally hit him when they were standing in line waiting to go into the movie. It started when Sasha sneezed at dinner and accidentally ended up with sour cream on his nose. It had to be something to do with remembering how to be young and have fun, not like an old married couple headed for divorce and getting quality time felt like being shackled in a torture device. Justin remembers his dad’s words, that he was still young, and it was okay to want to have fun. It was okay to give himself peace.
And it was. It was really okay.
It just happened that he had someone to share it with who was on board with the fun and the peace. Sasha had told him it felt like a long time since he had fun that wasn’t related to Andi dying. He would never deny her anything she was trying to clutch hold of in her last few months on earth, but it had become exhausting because the end result would always be the same. Justin wanted to help Sasha forget about that for a little while, and in turn, Sasha helped him forget his own troubles.
Justin had to admit one of his favourite parts of the night was when Sasha took his hand to hold while they walked to the movie theatre. He paused in walking to look down at their linked hands, and smiled. He missed all this stuff so much. He knew he had a lot of issues with being touched sometimes, but when he was feeling okay, he was quite a touchy-feely person. After that, they held hands for most of the night, save for when they had to do something boring like pay for snacks or go to the bathroom.
The movie was awesome, and they chatted about it the whole way home. Sasha saying he wasn't sure he would like it as much as the original movies, and they both agreed they couldn't compare it because it was a whole different part of the universe. They even agreed to re-read the books simultaneously together, as well as the Harry Potter movie marathon on the books. As their date neared an end, Justin was feeling weary. He just didn't want it to end, though. "Do you want to get icecream?" he asked, as they headed out of the cinema with the wave of people exiting movies.
Sasha shook his head, issuing a gentle squeeze to Justin's hand. "No, Superman. It's bedtime. I can see you're tired. Even thought you're way more hot than basically ever superhero to ever exist, you're still only human, and have been working on rehearsals for the Christmas concert. You need to rest so you don't get sick again." He pointed to his head with a smile. "See, I didn't forget what you and your dad told me. If you want me around, it's partly my job to take care of you too now." He led Justin up to the kerb by the hand so he could flag a cab.
Justin, with an amused smile, turned to Sasha, shaking his head. "You are too smart for your own good. If you're not careful, I'm never going to let you go back to Boston."
"Andi would probably get up out of her death bed to hunt you down and bitchslap you," Sasha laughed, holding up his hand and looking up the street to try to grab a free cab. "Though, tonight, I'm not going anywhere. Except to bed, after I'm satisfied you're in bed and sleeping. You've got a crazy few days coming up."
"So, this is the part where things could get awkward, but I'm not going to let them." The cabs weren't going to be simple, so there was a little time to buy. "You're going to sleep in my room with me tonight, right? Not... for that. That's something I need to talk to you about, when the time is right, but is that something you would want? Like, sleeping in the same bed. With, like, a furball keeping your feet warm, unless she really loves you, and she'll come up and sleep under your armpit."
Sasha laughed and managed to flag a free cab down, that pulled up to let them in. "She nudged me out of the way that first night. Do you think I have a better second chance?"
Justin had to slowly stoop down to get into the cab after Sasha, who was scooting across the other side. He lowered himself in holding the handle above the door. But once he was seated, Sasha was leaning over to tug the door closed for him so he didn't have to twist himself too much. He gave the cab driver the apartment block address. "If she sits on your foot, you're home free. Is that a yes?"
"It's a yes," Sasha confirmed, smiling. "But Andi tells me I snore, so you might want to boot me out. Don't say I didn't warn you."
"I'm pretty sure if you can cope with my nightmares, I can cope with snoring." Justin took Sasha's hand again, and let his head rest back against the seat. "I'm pretty tired."
Sasha reached over to stroke Justin's hair. "I know. I know you get a good sleep tonight. Do the nightmares happen often?"
Justin was aware then of the cab driver looking at then via the rearview mirror. This was why he preferred a private driver. He never knew if someone was just recognising him, being a skeever, or plotting his murder or rape. A stranger, nonetheless, so he found himself clamming up at answering Sasha's question. He gave Sasha a side-eye look, a gestured to the cab driver with a small point.
Sasha hadn't even noticed the cab driver was listening. All the stuff where Justin got recognised was still new to him. He was still trying to wrap his head around the fact Justin had invited him out of the fanzone and into this whole new world. It was getting easier, without a doubt. He no longer just thought of Justin as this celebrity he admired. Of course, he stil admired him, it was just different now. Deeper, and in different ways. No doubt about it, this cab wasn't the right place for a private chat.
It wasn't too far of a drive back to Justin's place, so they let the conversation slide until they were alone again. Finally, it did come to light why the guy was staring at Justin in the mirror. When Justin went to pay the fare, it turned out the guy was lovely, and his teenage daughter was a huge fan of Justin's. He had only been trying to pluck up courage to ask if it was really him. Justin was sweet enough to take a selfie for him, and signed the back of a paper bakery bag the driver had from earlier, the only thing he had to write on.
Once they were on the sidwalk, Sasha put his arm around Justin's waist. "That was sweet. You must get that a lot. Does it ever piss you off? I mean, at least it wasn't a screaming teenager this time, right? Sorry, I didn't even think about asking that question in front of him. I'll figure this shit out. Just keep guiding me."
"Oh, yeah. Trust me, I get pissed off. The magic power is not showing it, because then you end up plastered all over social media because you were 'in a bad mood' and obviously 'having an episode'. That generally pisses me off more than talking to fans and giving them what they want. But then, I can't even actually bitch about that so much, because when I do, people will probably think I'm manic. Can you see my constant dilemma here?" Justin scrunched his nose up, and it soon came out it a wry smirk. "But I am so not ruining our date with whining. Let's go inside, it's fucking freezing out here."
"Hang on," Sasha told him, pausing at the door. "You're not whining. You're just being honest. You can talk to me about this stuff."
Justin sighed and shook his head. "Let's go inside, it's too cold out here." He got his security card out of his wallet and swiped it to get into the apartment building, holding the door open for Sasha to head inside. He needed Sasha to know he wasn't trying to palm him off. He just found himself stumbling upon on of these many pockets of haziness in his mind. Sometimes it was easier for him to just not talk it through rather than trying to explain it somehow. He took Sasha's hand again, lacing their fingers tightly together.
Sasha fell quiet, trying to figure out if he had offended Justin, or said something wrong. Or maybe he said something right, but Justin didn't want to talk about it. Ultimately, he just chose not to overthink of it, because Justin had warned him about this stuff. "You feel the cold, huh?" Without even waiting for an answer, he shrugged out of his coat, and put it around Justin's shoulders. It didn't matter if they were inside. It just felt right.
Justin looked at Sasha, taken by surprise. He smiled and nodded. "Yeah, I feel the cold." The elevators doors opened for them and they stepped inside. The doors slid closed behind them, and it was only a moment or two that he looked down at his feet. His gaze crept up again to Sasha's face. "I was sexually abused as a kid. Not just once. It was ongoing. The nightmares, they're... frequent, I guess. Frequently sporadic. There's no pattern. They just get worse when I'm sick. And they're, um... not so much nightmares, as flashbacks..." He shook his head, biting on his lower lip. "Not public knowledge."
Sasha's mouth dropped open, as soon as he was remembering Justin's awful screams with that nightmare that night, it felt like he had cold water tipped down his back. Also a little like he was going to be sick. It was this strange mix of anger, distress, shock, and horror that settled over him. "I don't know what I'm supposed to say," he admitted in a tiny voice as he pulled Justin into a hug.
"That's the perfect thing to say to something like this," Justin murmured against Sasha's neck. "I just needed you to know. You shouldn't be the only one around me that doesn't. But I still don't want it to ruin tonight. Sorry to just dump it on you and then not want to talk about it."
"No apologies. You're cold and tired. It's been a great night. I've had so much fun, and every laugh has been appreciated. Even if I nearly aspyhxiated myself on sour cream. Let's go inside and go to bed." The elevator dinged, signalling they had made it to their floor. They stepped out into the hall. "I just want you to know that you don't have to talk about any of your past, or present, with me unless you want to. That's not what any of this is about. I know it has all shaped you, and brought you here, but me being interested in you isn't bearing on what you do or don't say. I just want to spend time with you. That's all."
They were in the hall facing each other, completely alone. Sasha had Justin's hands in his, and Justin's blue eyes were sweeping over Sasha's face. He stepped up closer and cupped Sasha's cheek in his hand, kissing him softly. His brief anxiety from downstairs, he pushed back down with Sasha words. It was only their third kiss, and the previous two had been far from ideal. This was more on par, because there was no planted mistletoe and there was no real unexpectedness to it.
This time, Sasha easily kissed back. There was no need to break it right up, like the other times. And damn, was Justin an incredible kisser. Sure, Sasha had sort of figured that part out the times he had come to see Footloose and Ren kissed Ariel. That had been as a fan in the audience, though, not as a kissing recipient. Justin's lips were warm and inviting, and he had a gentleness to the way he kissed. There wasn't an iota of roughness, and his hand on Sasha's cheek just made it extra affectionate. Of course, Sasha had little kissing experience. All that he had was with Justin, so he was happy to took Justin's cues, following his lead.
They ended up leaning against the wall by the elevator, the foyer of the elavator bay sprawling around them, leading off two long halls into apartments. It was silent, the thick and plushy carpet dulling any sounds. No one was coming or going from the apartments, so it was a peaceful quiet surrounding them. Sasha felt completely different to kiss from both Will and Autumn. Autumn felt like he was kissing his sister, but the fact they were both good actors meant it was never a big deal. At least, not after the first two weeks when Justin would burst out laughing every time they had to practice. In his defence, he was a barely fifteen year old gay kid at the time.
He could feel Sasha's hesitance, but it was nice. Justin did take the lead a little, but he didn't have to do much of that, because Sasha was following his gut instinct. The kiss tapered off naturally this time, and Justin smiled against Sasha's lips, and then nuzzled his cheek as he leaned a little closer into Sasha. "Thank you for not getting freaked out by my shit. You're amazing."
Sasha smiled, easily wrapping his arms around Justin for a cuddle. "How about I make this promise to you? If anything does freak me out, I'll tell you so you can walk me through it? Or if you're too sick to help, I'll tell your dad?"
Justin was just giving his head a small fond shake here. Reluctantly, their little moment together here by the elevators had to come to an end, because his ribs were aching and he knew he needed to take his next dose of painkillers. Bed was vital, he was feeling the weariness seep through him. With his arms around Sasha's shoulders, they headed up to the door and he unlocked it. "Deal. Because you know what? I'm okay with freak outs. I'm just not okay when people push me away or drop me like a hot pile of turd when they don't want to figure out how to deal with it."
Dory gave them an excited and enthusiastic welcome. Justin's dad was sitting on the sofa with the TV on and his laptop on his lap. He greeted them both with a smile, and Justin said goodnight to his dad, and gave him a kiss on the cheek. It was just so fucking sweet. He knew Justin had a complicated, yet close, relationship with his dad. It was nice because Sasha cherished his own dad like that. "I'll do whatever it takes to make sure I don't do that. You want me to be real and straight with you. I can do that." He pulled the bed covers down on Justin's bed so Justin could get it.
"I do. That's all I've wanted from everyone in my life," Justin admitted quietly. He went into his connecting en-suite so he could brush his teeth, and came back out to start stripping down to his boxer-briefs and tank top. "Your turn," he said with a smile.
Sasha followed suit, grabbing his toothbrush from his backpack and going into Justin's bathroom. It gave him a good reason not to get stuck staring at Justin's body in the tank and boxers. It was the least he had seen Justin in, and there was no way he could not notice Justin's toned body through the figure-hugging fabric. He tried to think of anything that wouldn't give him a boner while he brushed his teeth, but he soon came out and undressed himself too.
Perhaps the nicest part of the night was when Sasha climbed into bed beside Justin. They lay down together, facing each other and Justin smiled at him. "Thank you for tonight. You don't know how much I needed all that. It hasn't been a good few months for me. You've just sort of cockblocked all the shit and reminded me how to feel things I value feeling. Because I know it's so fragile a lot of the time. Just for the record, I am stable now, so... this is me."
"That's good, because I've become extremely fond of you," Sasha murmured and put his hand to Justin's head, brushing his fingers over his hair. He leaned in and dropped another soft kiss to Justin's lips.
"Ditto," Justin replied softly. With the stroking, his eyes were already getting heavy, the busy night - or even few weeks - had caught up with him. He had tucked his hand in at Sasha's waist to just hold him while they lay there. As much as he tried to fight it, he was soon dozing off, his breathing falling into something just slightly off a content snore.
Sasha smiled when he saw the exact moment Justin fell asleep. He kept softly stroking his blonde hair and thought Justin's deep almost-snores were cute. He didn't fall asleep himself straight away. He realised it was nice to just lie there and watch Justin sleep, once again wondering how he got to lucky to have managed to accidentally stumble into this.
RP LOG, COMPLETE
What: Date night!
Where: New York City
When: After this
It was a toss-up for Justin and Sasha where to go for dinner between Planet Hollywood and the Hardrock Cafe. Stardust Diner had initially been on the list, until Justin told Sasha he had actually done a couple of nights performing there, and that night, he didn’t want to deal with being flanked by fans when he was trying to have some fun. Stardust was quickly ditched off the list and Hardrock Cafe won.
Justin actually surprised himself by how much he was laughing that night. It literally hit him when they were standing in line waiting to go into the movie. It started when Sasha sneezed at dinner and accidentally ended up with sour cream on his nose. It had to be something to do with remembering how to be young and have fun, not like an old married couple headed for divorce and getting quality time felt like being shackled in a torture device. Justin remembers his dad’s words, that he was still young, and it was okay to want to have fun. It was okay to give himself peace.
And it was. It was really okay.
It just happened that he had someone to share it with who was on board with the fun and the peace. Sasha had told him it felt like a long time since he had fun that wasn’t related to Andi dying. He would never deny her anything she was trying to clutch hold of in her last few months on earth, but it had become exhausting because the end result would always be the same. Justin wanted to help Sasha forget about that for a little while, and in turn, Sasha helped him forget his own troubles.
Justin had to admit one of his favourite parts of the night was when Sasha took his hand to hold while they walked to the movie theatre. He paused in walking to look down at their linked hands, and smiled. He missed all this stuff so much. He knew he had a lot of issues with being touched sometimes, but when he was feeling okay, he was quite a touchy-feely person. After that, they held hands for most of the night, save for when they had to do something boring like pay for snacks or go to the bathroom.
The movie was awesome, and they chatted about it the whole way home. Sasha saying he wasn't sure he would like it as much as the original movies, and they both agreed they couldn't compare it because it was a whole different part of the universe. They even agreed to re-read the books simultaneously together, as well as the Harry Potter movie marathon on the books. As their date neared an end, Justin was feeling weary. He just didn't want it to end, though. "Do you want to get icecream?" he asked, as they headed out of the cinema with the wave of people exiting movies.
Sasha shook his head, issuing a gentle squeeze to Justin's hand. "No, Superman. It's bedtime. I can see you're tired. Even thought you're way more hot than basically ever superhero to ever exist, you're still only human, and have been working on rehearsals for the Christmas concert. You need to rest so you don't get sick again." He pointed to his head with a smile. "See, I didn't forget what you and your dad told me. If you want me around, it's partly my job to take care of you too now." He led Justin up to the kerb by the hand so he could flag a cab.
Justin, with an amused smile, turned to Sasha, shaking his head. "You are too smart for your own good. If you're not careful, I'm never going to let you go back to Boston."
"Andi would probably get up out of her death bed to hunt you down and bitchslap you," Sasha laughed, holding up his hand and looking up the street to try to grab a free cab. "Though, tonight, I'm not going anywhere. Except to bed, after I'm satisfied you're in bed and sleeping. You've got a crazy few days coming up."
"So, this is the part where things could get awkward, but I'm not going to let them." The cabs weren't going to be simple, so there was a little time to buy. "You're going to sleep in my room with me tonight, right? Not... for that. That's something I need to talk to you about, when the time is right, but is that something you would want? Like, sleeping in the same bed. With, like, a furball keeping your feet warm, unless she really loves you, and she'll come up and sleep under your armpit."
Sasha laughed and managed to flag a free cab down, that pulled up to let them in. "She nudged me out of the way that first night. Do you think I have a better second chance?"
Justin had to slowly stoop down to get into the cab after Sasha, who was scooting across the other side. He lowered himself in holding the handle above the door. But once he was seated, Sasha was leaning over to tug the door closed for him so he didn't have to twist himself too much. He gave the cab driver the apartment block address. "If she sits on your foot, you're home free. Is that a yes?"
"It's a yes," Sasha confirmed, smiling. "But Andi tells me I snore, so you might want to boot me out. Don't say I didn't warn you."
"I'm pretty sure if you can cope with my nightmares, I can cope with snoring." Justin took Sasha's hand again, and let his head rest back against the seat. "I'm pretty tired."
Sasha reached over to stroke Justin's hair. "I know. I know you get a good sleep tonight. Do the nightmares happen often?"
Justin was aware then of the cab driver looking at then via the rearview mirror. This was why he preferred a private driver. He never knew if someone was just recognising him, being a skeever, or plotting his murder or rape. A stranger, nonetheless, so he found himself clamming up at answering Sasha's question. He gave Sasha a side-eye look, a gestured to the cab driver with a small point.
Sasha hadn't even noticed the cab driver was listening. All the stuff where Justin got recognised was still new to him. He was still trying to wrap his head around the fact Justin had invited him out of the fanzone and into this whole new world. It was getting easier, without a doubt. He no longer just thought of Justin as this celebrity he admired. Of course, he stil admired him, it was just different now. Deeper, and in different ways. No doubt about it, this cab wasn't the right place for a private chat.
It wasn't too far of a drive back to Justin's place, so they let the conversation slide until they were alone again. Finally, it did come to light why the guy was staring at Justin in the mirror. When Justin went to pay the fare, it turned out the guy was lovely, and his teenage daughter was a huge fan of Justin's. He had only been trying to pluck up courage to ask if it was really him. Justin was sweet enough to take a selfie for him, and signed the back of a paper bakery bag the driver had from earlier, the only thing he had to write on.
Once they were on the sidwalk, Sasha put his arm around Justin's waist. "That was sweet. You must get that a lot. Does it ever piss you off? I mean, at least it wasn't a screaming teenager this time, right? Sorry, I didn't even think about asking that question in front of him. I'll figure this shit out. Just keep guiding me."
"Oh, yeah. Trust me, I get pissed off. The magic power is not showing it, because then you end up plastered all over social media because you were 'in a bad mood' and obviously 'having an episode'. That generally pisses me off more than talking to fans and giving them what they want. But then, I can't even actually bitch about that so much, because when I do, people will probably think I'm manic. Can you see my constant dilemma here?" Justin scrunched his nose up, and it soon came out it a wry smirk. "But I am so not ruining our date with whining. Let's go inside, it's fucking freezing out here."
"Hang on," Sasha told him, pausing at the door. "You're not whining. You're just being honest. You can talk to me about this stuff."
Justin sighed and shook his head. "Let's go inside, it's too cold out here." He got his security card out of his wallet and swiped it to get into the apartment building, holding the door open for Sasha to head inside. He needed Sasha to know he wasn't trying to palm him off. He just found himself stumbling upon on of these many pockets of haziness in his mind. Sometimes it was easier for him to just not talk it through rather than trying to explain it somehow. He took Sasha's hand again, lacing their fingers tightly together.
Sasha fell quiet, trying to figure out if he had offended Justin, or said something wrong. Or maybe he said something right, but Justin didn't want to talk about it. Ultimately, he just chose not to overthink of it, because Justin had warned him about this stuff. "You feel the cold, huh?" Without even waiting for an answer, he shrugged out of his coat, and put it around Justin's shoulders. It didn't matter if they were inside. It just felt right.
Justin looked at Sasha, taken by surprise. He smiled and nodded. "Yeah, I feel the cold." The elevators doors opened for them and they stepped inside. The doors slid closed behind them, and it was only a moment or two that he looked down at his feet. His gaze crept up again to Sasha's face. "I was sexually abused as a kid. Not just once. It was ongoing. The nightmares, they're... frequent, I guess. Frequently sporadic. There's no pattern. They just get worse when I'm sick. And they're, um... not so much nightmares, as flashbacks..." He shook his head, biting on his lower lip. "Not public knowledge."
Sasha's mouth dropped open, as soon as he was remembering Justin's awful screams with that nightmare that night, it felt like he had cold water tipped down his back. Also a little like he was going to be sick. It was this strange mix of anger, distress, shock, and horror that settled over him. "I don't know what I'm supposed to say," he admitted in a tiny voice as he pulled Justin into a hug.
"That's the perfect thing to say to something like this," Justin murmured against Sasha's neck. "I just needed you to know. You shouldn't be the only one around me that doesn't. But I still don't want it to ruin tonight. Sorry to just dump it on you and then not want to talk about it."
"No apologies. You're cold and tired. It's been a great night. I've had so much fun, and every laugh has been appreciated. Even if I nearly aspyhxiated myself on sour cream. Let's go inside and go to bed." The elevator dinged, signalling they had made it to their floor. They stepped out into the hall. "I just want you to know that you don't have to talk about any of your past, or present, with me unless you want to. That's not what any of this is about. I know it has all shaped you, and brought you here, but me being interested in you isn't bearing on what you do or don't say. I just want to spend time with you. That's all."
They were in the hall facing each other, completely alone. Sasha had Justin's hands in his, and Justin's blue eyes were sweeping over Sasha's face. He stepped up closer and cupped Sasha's cheek in his hand, kissing him softly. His brief anxiety from downstairs, he pushed back down with Sasha words. It was only their third kiss, and the previous two had been far from ideal. This was more on par, because there was no planted mistletoe and there was no real unexpectedness to it.
This time, Sasha easily kissed back. There was no need to break it right up, like the other times. And damn, was Justin an incredible kisser. Sure, Sasha had sort of figured that part out the times he had come to see Footloose and Ren kissed Ariel. That had been as a fan in the audience, though, not as a kissing recipient. Justin's lips were warm and inviting, and he had a gentleness to the way he kissed. There wasn't an iota of roughness, and his hand on Sasha's cheek just made it extra affectionate. Of course, Sasha had little kissing experience. All that he had was with Justin, so he was happy to took Justin's cues, following his lead.
They ended up leaning against the wall by the elevator, the foyer of the elavator bay sprawling around them, leading off two long halls into apartments. It was silent, the thick and plushy carpet dulling any sounds. No one was coming or going from the apartments, so it was a peaceful quiet surrounding them. Sasha felt completely different to kiss from both Will and Autumn. Autumn felt like he was kissing his sister, but the fact they were both good actors meant it was never a big deal. At least, not after the first two weeks when Justin would burst out laughing every time they had to practice. In his defence, he was a barely fifteen year old gay kid at the time.
He could feel Sasha's hesitance, but it was nice. Justin did take the lead a little, but he didn't have to do much of that, because Sasha was following his gut instinct. The kiss tapered off naturally this time, and Justin smiled against Sasha's lips, and then nuzzled his cheek as he leaned a little closer into Sasha. "Thank you for not getting freaked out by my shit. You're amazing."
Sasha smiled, easily wrapping his arms around Justin for a cuddle. "How about I make this promise to you? If anything does freak me out, I'll tell you so you can walk me through it? Or if you're too sick to help, I'll tell your dad?"
Justin was just giving his head a small fond shake here. Reluctantly, their little moment together here by the elevators had to come to an end, because his ribs were aching and he knew he needed to take his next dose of painkillers. Bed was vital, he was feeling the weariness seep through him. With his arms around Sasha's shoulders, they headed up to the door and he unlocked it. "Deal. Because you know what? I'm okay with freak outs. I'm just not okay when people push me away or drop me like a hot pile of turd when they don't want to figure out how to deal with it."
Dory gave them an excited and enthusiastic welcome. Justin's dad was sitting on the sofa with the TV on and his laptop on his lap. He greeted them both with a smile, and Justin said goodnight to his dad, and gave him a kiss on the cheek. It was just so fucking sweet. He knew Justin had a complicated, yet close, relationship with his dad. It was nice because Sasha cherished his own dad like that. "I'll do whatever it takes to make sure I don't do that. You want me to be real and straight with you. I can do that." He pulled the bed covers down on Justin's bed so Justin could get it.
"I do. That's all I've wanted from everyone in my life," Justin admitted quietly. He went into his connecting en-suite so he could brush his teeth, and came back out to start stripping down to his boxer-briefs and tank top. "Your turn," he said with a smile.
Sasha followed suit, grabbing his toothbrush from his backpack and going into Justin's bathroom. It gave him a good reason not to get stuck staring at Justin's body in the tank and boxers. It was the least he had seen Justin in, and there was no way he could not notice Justin's toned body through the figure-hugging fabric. He tried to think of anything that wouldn't give him a boner while he brushed his teeth, but he soon came out and undressed himself too.
Perhaps the nicest part of the night was when Sasha climbed into bed beside Justin. They lay down together, facing each other and Justin smiled at him. "Thank you for tonight. You don't know how much I needed all that. It hasn't been a good few months for me. You've just sort of cockblocked all the shit and reminded me how to feel things I value feeling. Because I know it's so fragile a lot of the time. Just for the record, I am stable now, so... this is me."
"That's good, because I've become extremely fond of you," Sasha murmured and put his hand to Justin's head, brushing his fingers over his hair. He leaned in and dropped another soft kiss to Justin's lips.
"Ditto," Justin replied softly. With the stroking, his eyes were already getting heavy, the busy night - or even few weeks - had caught up with him. He had tucked his hand in at Sasha's waist to just hold him while they lay there. As much as he tried to fight it, he was soon dozing off, his breathing falling into something just slightly off a content snore.
Sasha smiled when he saw the exact moment Justin fell asleep. He kept softly stroking his blonde hair and thought Justin's deep almost-snores were cute. He didn't fall asleep himself straight away. He realised it was nice to just lie there and watch Justin sleep, once again wondering how he got to lucky to have managed to accidentally stumble into this.
RP LOG, COMPLETE