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magicmomentsWho: Merlin Larson and Brandon Blake
What: First times and bad times
Where: Nebraska, cont...
When: After this
Merlin was usually a pretty steady sleeper. He worked so hard these days with both his physically-demanding job, study, and PR commitments that once his head it the pillow, he would be out until his alarm went off. Since he had been sharing a bed with Brandon, he found himself waking more during the night. Tonight, it seemed like his subconscious was at play when he woke and realised he was in the bed alone and the vacant spot beside him was cold.
They were still snowed in at the Nebraska guesthouse cottage. The owners had telephoned through to them earlier in the evening to give them the heads-up that it could be another couple of days before the snow eased enough to get a plow on the driveway and roads out of the property. There was nothing they could do but sit tight and wait it out and they were both okay with that.
Brandon’s idea to get a place to stay for some much-needed rest had been exactly what they needed. Being there alone together without distractions meant they could rest and talk and just have time getting to know each other more. After their significant deep-and-meaningful chat the day before, they successfully shared some soup and settled in bed to watch The Birdcage on Brandon’s laptop. Brandon fell asleep about two-thirds the way through so they took a nap together while another heavy snowfall set in outside. They woke up and made out for a little while, then had a cup of tea and sat on the window seat of the bay window watching the snow fall outside wrapped up in the quilt from the bed.
( It had been such a nice day that they were both lulled into a false sense of security that the worst of it was behind them… for now... )
LOG, COMPLETE
What: First times and bad times
Where: Nebraska, cont...
When: After this
Merlin was usually a pretty steady sleeper. He worked so hard these days with both his physically-demanding job, study, and PR commitments that once his head it the pillow, he would be out until his alarm went off. Since he had been sharing a bed with Brandon, he found himself waking more during the night. Tonight, it seemed like his subconscious was at play when he woke and realised he was in the bed alone and the vacant spot beside him was cold.
They were still snowed in at the Nebraska guesthouse cottage. The owners had telephoned through to them earlier in the evening to give them the heads-up that it could be another couple of days before the snow eased enough to get a plow on the driveway and roads out of the property. There was nothing they could do but sit tight and wait it out and they were both okay with that.
Brandon’s idea to get a place to stay for some much-needed rest had been exactly what they needed. Being there alone together without distractions meant they could rest and talk and just have time getting to know each other more. After their significant deep-and-meaningful chat the day before, they successfully shared some soup and settled in bed to watch The Birdcage on Brandon’s laptop. Brandon fell asleep about two-thirds the way through so they took a nap together while another heavy snowfall set in outside. They woke up and made out for a little while, then had a cup of tea and sat on the window seat of the bay window watching the snow fall outside wrapped up in the quilt from the bed.
( It had been such a nice day that they were both lulled into a false sense of security that the worst of it was behind them… for now... )
LOG, COMPLETE