Waiting for Superman

[Fabian Bartholomew]

'Snuggle up on the couch' seemed to be the only thing Fabian heard. Pleased, he went pink again and nodded shyly at the suggestion of a shower. His hair was feeling a bit sandy. Even more pleasing was the fact that the sand had rubbed his skin soft again after his hard work moving and lifting for his mother. Shifting houses was a considerably less taxing affair in the wizarding world, but his mother was just as muggle as she ever was and wasn't at all comfortable with him levitating objects through the door. Distracted from his musings, he nodded to Eric as he began to speak and listened with all due attentiveness until he came to an end. Fabian had made his decision by then. He was going to spend the night, even if it might be entirely inappropriate. With another shy look at the floor, the pale man glided off towards where he understood the spare room was in retrospect of the house. There he washed and dried, thinking all the while about Eric and wondering ... hoping that he was being thought of, too. Fabian wrapped his arms around his slim waist for a moment, sighing as he thought of the tall 'king' who'd suddenly become his world within the past few hours. He looked forward to knowing everything about him; from how he took his coffee to what kind of aftershave he used (Fabian had to find that out. Any smell that had him go weak at the knees was one he'd have to remember to buy again for Eric).

The pot was boiled but Eric wasn't in the kitchen when he returned in the loose baby-blue pajama pants that he'd found in the linen closet. With no other choice but to forage for clothes lest he walk out in his birthday suit, he'd done so as respectfully as possible, choosing only the pants and a plain white t-shirt that was so big on him that they bared his smooth shoulders. Feeling clean, cosy and extremely contented, Fabian seated himself on the sofa. Sinking was a better word to use in that instance, for he did not sit so much as melt into the extremely comfortable lounge. By the time Eric returned, Fabian had drifted into a deep sleep, his hands curled together and looking for all the world like a slumbering cherub. He slept with a gentle smile on his face, dreaming only of Eric and thinking no thoughts about how embarrassed he'd be when he awoke.

 

[Eric Evans]

Eric after showing Fabian to the spare room and the other bathroom he made his way to his own room and awaiting shower. The hot water was so relaxing on his tired muscles and was almost too relaxing for he swore he almost fell asleep in the shower a few times. His thoughts were wild and everywhere and nowhere and simply wrapped around Fabian, the sweet prince who had changed his life so quickly in such a short span of which made it feel almost like magic. From the way the man always had to be with in touching distance to his overactive mind full of questions and doubt the man seemed to speak a language that only his heart could understand and speak. Eric smiled slightly but soon he was laughing as he realized that the man was his superman, the one to pull him out of his rocky past to a happier place beside him. He was a breath of fresh air and Eric was so hooked that he hoped that it would work or he would just die to know that somehow he allowed something so good and pure come into his life and leave.

Eric turned the water off and dried off and walked into his room and grabbed a pair of loose sweats and decided to forgo a shirt since he normally did not wear one around the house also it was not like Fabian would have a problem with it since they where past the shyness of semi nakedness. Eric made his way to the kitchen and grabbed a glass from the cabinet and poured himself a cup of coffee he added a little cream and a few sugars since the cup was a smaller one than he was use to when he went to the little coffee shop in town. Eric took a sip and sighed as he let the elixir warm his core and seep outward warming him all over. It was something he did almost every night was to have a cup of coffee before he went to bed it was something him and his mom did when he was home it allowed them to talk and laugh a little before bed and kind of was a nice way to sum up the days events. After a few minutes Eric decided to see where his prince had wandered to after his shower figuring the guy would want to look around the cabin on his own.

Eric went in to the living room to start the fireplace before he made his way upstairs again to find Fabian when he heard the heavy breathing coming from the couch. The kid looked so innocent and cozy on the couch that Eric could not resist as he bent down in front of the guy and placed a soft kiss on his sweet lips. Eric summoned a blanket and was about to settle down for the night but heard a soft yowl at the door and chuckled softly as he went to let Ludo in for the evening. Eric opened the door and picked the kitten up before he closed the door and put the security spells back in place before he went to join Fabian on the couch. Eric settled in behind his prince and wrapped his strong arms around Fabian and pulled him in close before he closed his eyes and let his mind drift off into splendid dreams filled with thoughts of a brighter future.

"Good night my Fabian!"

[End ]