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Chan blinks himself out of his impromptu space-out when he hears a noise beyond the music in his ears.
He pauses the track, saving it before he pulls his headphones off and puts them on his desk. He turns in his desk chair towards his bedroom door, waiting for a moment to see if another noise will follow. He thinks Jeongin is home, though he’s not entirely sure. It could very well be any of the members, come to keep Jeongin company against his will while Chan works.
A glance at the clock on his laptop says he’s been at this for almost six hours.
Again.
He ignores the way he begins to feel the hours in his back and continues to wait.
A few seconds later, he’s rewarded when the noise returns – a knock on his bedroom door – and Chan is quick to say, “It’s unlocked.”
The door opens just a crack, enough that Chan can see brown eyes and freckles and soft blonde hair, and then there’s a hint of a smile before the door is being opened all the way, and it should be embarrassing, really.
How instantly at ease Chan feels, and just like that, the ache in his back already begins to dissipate.
He can’t help the smile that creeps on his face, even if it’s not as big as it normally would be. He’s stressed and exhausted, but the excitement he feels when he sees Felix coming into his space like this, knowing they don’t have to tiptoe around what is and what isn’t anymore, it loosens the tension in his body just enough to make it better.
“Hi baby,” he greets easily. He’s proud of himself, proud that he doesn’t wince internally anymore when he can hear the excited smile in his own voice. Proud that him worrying about whether he’s being a good boyfriend isn’t as bad as it was at the beginning.
“Hi,” Felix’s gremlin voice is a comfort to Chan’s ears. “What are you doing?”
“Working,” Chan answers, turning his desk chair around and opening his arms. Felix crosses the space between them and folds himself into Chan’s embrace easily, practiced now in his movements. Chan is quick to adjust, to allow Felix’s legs to rest on either side, sitting up so that Felix doesn’t need to hunch too much. He tucks his nose against Felix’s collarbone, shutting his eyes as he breathes him in.
He smells like he usually does – a combination of his signature baby powder shampoo, the ‘ocean scented’ laundry detergent Seungmin uses on all their clothes, and like Chan’s body wash. Felix is also wearing Chan’s clothes, again, and the edges of his hair are still a little damp, meaning he probably showered before he came over.
“Is there anything I can help you with?” Felix asks. “Do you still need to finish up? Is it okay if I ask you to take a break?”
It pains Chan just a little, that Felix feels like he still has to ask. That Felix still doesn’t realize he’s more of a priority than anything else, even the music.
Chan’s still working on that. He’ll get there though, he swears he will.
“No, yes, and absolutely yes. This can definitely wait.” Chan says honestly. It’s nothing he can’t tackle later anyway. He has a scheduled session with Changbin and Jisung for tomorrow evening, and three heads have always been better than one.
“Are you sure?” Felix checks, carding his hands through the curls at the nape of Chan’s neck. “I don’t mind sitting with you while you work, you know.”
Chan turns his chair back towards his desk carefully, makes sure Felix is watching as he closes out of everything on his computer before shutting it down. “I’m sure, angel. I’m all yours now.”
Felix leans back, makes a silly face and asks in his gremlin voice, “All mine? Just mine?”
Chan snorts. “Yes darling, all yours. Just yours. Promise.”
The kiss Felix plants on Chan’s lips is wet and loud, but Chan loves it all the same, loves any kind of affection Felix is willing to give. Felix sits up a little higher on Chan’s lap, cradles Chan’s head to his chest, and Chan lets himself be moved, doesn’t mind it when Felix rests his head on Chan’s, rubbing his cheek atop the messy curls.
“Did you eat dinner yet?” Chan murmurs, lets his lips drag against the skin of Felix’s collarbone.
Felix makes a noise. “Not yet, I did bring it over though. Stole some chobap and other stuff from Minho’s earlier. Will you eat with me?”
“Always,” Chan says, presses a kiss to the hollow of his throat. “Anything to spend time with you.”
Felix’s chest vibrates with the happy noises he starts to make. Chan giggles, looping his arms under Felix’s thighs, careful when he stands from his chair to walk them to the kitchen. He places Felix on the kitchen counter right next to the cooler bag that he knows is Minho’s, begins opening it and taking out their dinner while Felix’s reaches into the cabinet next to him for plates and cutlery.
There is in fact chobap, geranmari, some pieces of steak, seared tuna, rice, a bunch of banchan, and japchae. Chan knows Felix said he stole it, but knowing Minho, he probably purposefully made all of this with the hope that Felix would take it to Chan anyway.
They dish out their food and Chan makes quick work of bringing their plates and a couple of drinks to the kitchen table before he heads back for Felix, who giggles the whole way that Chan carries him to his seat.
Felix immediately reaches out once Chan sets him down, yanking the chair closest to him even closer, then pats the seat while wiggling his eyebrows at Chan.
Chan immediately sits, unable to deny his boyfriend anything, and presses a kiss to his lips, as is their routine now, before they both put their hands together and close their eyes. He listens to Felix as he says grace, and when Felix’s hand rests over Chan’s as he says “Amen,” he opens his eyes, kissing Felix once more before they dig in.
They eat in a peaceful sort of quiet. Chan mostly eats with one hand, his other on Felix’s thigh, only coming up so he can feed him little bites of his own food every now and again, regardless of whether they’re eating the same thing or not. Felix accepts every bite with a dutiful smile and a gentle hand on Chan’s wrist.
If this was before, Chan might worry about whether Felix was doing it to indulge him, but he knows now that they both need this. Chan needs to care for Felix and Felix needs to be taken care of, and vice versa. They’ve figured it out, for the most part. Like…ninety percent. Ninety-five, even.
Which is why when their plates are clear, their bellies full, and Chan’s tension finally starts to bleed out of him, Felix rests his head on Chan’s shoulder, cradling Chan’s arm like a stuffed toy and effectively immobilizing him. Chan lets him – he’d let Felix do anything – and isn’t at all surprised when he hears Felix take a breath, like he’s gearing himself up. He just waits him out, content to be held.
“Jeongin said you’d been stuck in your room for a long time.” His baby says eventually. “I hope you don’t mind me pulling you out of it.”
“Told you honey,” Chan murmurs. “I’ll never mind if it’s you. If it’s for you.”
“It’s for you, too, though.” Felix points out. “Good for you to take a break, you know?”
Chan shakes his head with a soft laugh. “Nah, it’s just good for me because it’s you.”
Felix snorts. “Sap.”
“It’s just the truth, little one.”
Felix yawns then, his body morphing into a cat like stretch against Chan’s side. “What’s the truth?” He says at the tail end of his yawn, speech like cotton.
“Just you, baby.” Chan presses a kiss to the top of his head. “That’s all.”
Felix makes a noise, like he isn’t all the way satisfied with that answer, but says nothing about it. Instead, he turns his face to Chan’s shoulder, opening his mouth and biting down a little. Chan doesn’t move, just lets Felix do what he wants.
He doesn’t bite down all that hard, the blunt edges dig into Chan’s skin just enough that when he moves his jaw to bite again, it feels like a nibble more than anything. Eventually though, Felix retracts his teeth and closes his jaw, opts for nosing along Chan’s shoulder instead.
“Jeongin and I traded places, since he and Seungmin are going to Hyunjin’s house to visit his parents in the morning, so I’m gonna sleep here tonight.” Felix tells him, even though Chan already had a feeling that was the case. “Okay?”
Chan nods. “More than okay.”
“Do you still need to shower?”
Chan nods again. He went to the gym after lunch, and when he came back, he’d made the mistake of opening his laptop, which was still open on the song he started yesterday, and that resulted in him sitting at his desk for six hours straight. He needs to shower, if not for stress relief, then definitely for hygiene.
“Mkay,” Felix murmurs, headbutting Chan’s shoulder. “Gonna join you.”
“Didn’t you already shower?” Chan asks, rubbing his cheek atop Felix’s hair.
Felix huffs in an exhale. “Yeah, but I wanna shower with you now.”
“Okay angel, let me clean up here and you get the water running, alright?”
Chan knows Felix is amenable to that compromise when he tilts his head up, lips pouted for a kiss, which Chan immediately gives to him. Felix nips at Chan’s lower lip playfully as he pulls away, and then he’s bounding for the bathroom.
Chan’s quick to gather all the dirty dishes into the sink, rinsing them and Minho’s now empty Tupperware containers, before putting them into the dishwasher and starting it. He quickly wipes the kitchen table down, making sure to leave the kitchen light on just in case Jeongin decides to come home tonight anyway. He won’t, but it’s a habit Chan’s not going to start to break now.
When he finally heads to the bathroom, Felix is already in the shower. He can see his silhouette through the steam and fogged up glass, and he makes quick work of his own clothes, tossing them in the hamper before he’s opening the sliding door to join him.
Chan smiles when Felix immediately turns to him, wrapping his arms around Chan’s neck and pulling him so they’re both under the hot spray of the shower water. Chan’s muscles relax instantly – a combination of the water and Felix’s lips easing all of the remaining tension in his body.
I like kissing you here, Felix had told him when they’d finally made this thing between them official a few years ago. The others had all gone home to visit family, which left him and Felix alone, and allowed Chan enough space and courage to finally grow enough of a spine to give this thing between them a name.
In the shower? Chan had asked, almost in disbelief. They were still in the old dorm, the one that the eight of them shared together, the one that contained Chan’s top bunk that the two of them used to squeeze into just to be able to be near one another.
Felix had flushed red, redder than the warmth of the shower already made him. Yeah, it’s like…it’s gonna sound stupid? But it’s almost like I’m kissing you in the rain, you know? It’s romantic. At least it is to me.
Chan had felt the tips of his own ears go red. It’s not stupid. It is romantic, baby. It’s really sweet, actually.
You’re just saying that. Felix had rolled his eyes.
Chan remembers squeezing his waist. I’m not, sweetheart. I swear I’m not. I get it, you know? It’s just as good as the real thing.
Felix had cast his eyes away from Chan, a fond but sad smile on his face. I just don’t know when we’re ever going to get to do that for real, you know? Kiss in the rain. What with…well, everything really, I guess.
I know baby, Chan swore. But I promise you, we’ll get to do that, too, okay? We’ll do everything we want to. I’ll make sure of it.
And Chan had made sure of it. They’d kissed in the rain several times since then. But his baby still liked this best. Had told Chan several times over the years that it was because it was where they kissed for the first time officially as boyfriends. It didn’t matter about the location – any shower satisfied him just fine.
Chan lets himself be kissed now, takes his cues from Felix and the urgency in his body. He wraps his arms around Felix’s back, resting his hands at the base of his spine, presses them close together to the point where the water cascading down can barely fit between their bodies.
They’re not kissing to get anywhere, either. Chan knows these kisses, lives for these. The kind of kisses he and Felix share just to say I love you, just to say I’m happy to be with you, just to say You’re mine and I’m yours and it’ll be that way, always.
They kiss until Chan’s pretty sure his lips might go numb, until the steam of the shower makes it harder to breathe between their lips. Felix licks into his mouth before he pulls away, leaves little pecks on Chan’s lips and at the corners of the smile growing on Chan’s face.
“Gonna wash you know, ‘kay?” Felix says, voice echoing a little against the tiles. “Shampoo first? Or body wash first?”
Chan shrugs. “You pick sweetheart, whatever you want.”
Felix goes for the shampoo, and Chan automatically turns around, tilting his head back just enough. He relishes Felix’s fingers working the lather around his hair, scratching at his scalp and gently working through the minimal tangles in his curls. Felix’s touch calms Chan even further, and he can start to feel the exhaustion of the day creep into his bones, the way the stress from earlier, now finally dissipated, turns off his fight or flight and forces him to come down.
Chan’s glad Felix insisted on showering together. He can’t really say if they’re saving water, but Chan knows he’d be nowhere as relaxed or at ease if he had to do this himself.
He’s obediently still when Felix takes the showerhead to rinse out the lather, keeping his head angled back so it doesn’t get in his eyes. His baby is quiet and focused as he grabs for Chan’s conditioner next, carding it through Chan’s curls carefully before he’s gently tilting Chan’s head back up and putting the showerhead back.
Chan turns to him with a soft smile, doesn’t even move when Felix gets that mischievous look on his face and immediately reaches out to mess with Chan’s hair, shaping it into what he knows is probably a ridiculous hairstyle. He waits until Felix is done with his masterpiece, doesn’t even care to look and see what it is before he’s leaning forward, dropping another kiss to Felix’s lips in thanks.
“Gonna scrub you next,” Felix says with a wiggle of his eyebrows. He grabs Chan’s body scrubber next, pumps out three dollops of soap onto it before he’s working the scrub over Chan’s chest. He lets Felix turn him this way and that till he’s scrubbed every inch of Chan’s upper body, and Chan wordlessly takes the scrubber from his hands before he can even think about bending down or getting on his knees to work at his legs.
“I got this part, cutie.” Chan says gently, kissing Felix to placate him. Felix understands, so he grabs a couple of pumps of Chan’s body wash for himself on the spare scrubber Chan keeps in the shower just for him and goes about scrubbing his own body. Even if he’s already clean, he knows Felix is doing it because he wants to smell like Chan as much as possible.
When they’ve both scrubbed themselves clean, Chan lets Felix use the showerhead to rinse out his conditioner first, making sad noises as his masterpiece is ruined, before he gently maneuvers them both back under the spray of the water to rinse themselves off.
They kiss a little more after that. More I love you, more I adore you, and more I’m yours for a lifetime as Felix’s hands grope all over Chan’s arms, back, and chest. He’s doing it just to anchor himself to Chan, the same way he does when he bites.
Chan gets it. They both have this incessant need to live under the other's skin. To crawl into their rib cages and set up camp beside their beating hearts. To live and breathe as one.
It’s crazy, maybe, to some people. Not to them, though.
The kisses turn from soft and sure to languid and lazy as Chan’s exhaustion settles in almost at full force. He’s always been putty under Felix’s touch, a true sucker for his baby, but this type of relaxation is one Chan knows to be something a little more.
When he’s worked up, busy, stressed, and on edge, Felix is always the one who knows how to pull him back the easiest, the fastest. For six years, Chan had the hardest time sleeping, could barely get more than five hours at a time most nights, skirting on three when it got really bad. It wasn’t until the arrival of a nervous boy from Sydney with freckles and brown eyes and a voice like silken earth that rocked Chan to his core, that Chan would know what it meant to be sleepy again.
His every defense, every wall crumbles like dirt when Felix is around. Everything becomes easier, his bones feel more like bones and less like steel, and his body knows ease in a way it never has before.
Felix eventually pulls away, leaving several pecks to Chan’s lips as a parting gift. Chan looks at him through his wet lashes and falls in love all over again. Felix is smiling at Chan so widely and his eyes are twinkling with happiness – he’s happy because he got to take care of Chan for once, and Chan wants him to keep smiling like that forever.
“Thank you, bub,” Chan praises, chasing after his mouth. “You did so well taking care of me.”
“Always gonna take care of you, Channie.” Felix assures him. “Just like you take care of me.”
“I know, honey,” Chan pulls him into his embrace, rubbing at his lower back. “Let’s get out and get dry, hm? We should probably go to bed.”
“Kay,” Felix agrees. Chan shuts the water off while Felix goes about getting towels for the both of them. They get out and dry themselves off, Chan changing into the briefs and shorts Felix set out while Felix gets back into the clothes he wore earlier.
Chan grabs the microfiber towel he’s been using for his hair and tends to Felix’s hair first, towel drying it as best as he can before Felix takes the towel to do the same with Chan’s hair, careful not to disturb his curls too much.
Once they’re done, they go about brushing their teeth before tending to their skin care, and Chan feels like a completely brand new person by the time they make it back to his bedroom. He goes about turning on the humidifier and pulling the curtains closed while Felix heads straight for his bed, unmaking it and fluffing up their pillows just right.
Chan finally turns off all the lights, save for his bedside lamp, and climbs under the covers beside Felix. He reaches between Felix’s legs, gently cupping his butt and pulling him across the bed until Felix’s leg is resting over his hip, and Felix immediately curls up against his chest when Chan’s arms embrace him.
He lets out a little kitten sigh, stretching in Chan’s hold. He wraps an arm around Chan’s naked torso, his little hands clinging to Chan’s bare back, squeezing at his muscles. “This is my favorite part of the day.”
Chan chuckles, breath puffing against Felix’s forehead. “Mine too. Especially with you.”
Felix starts to leave gentle kisses across Chan’s collarbone, just simple presses of his lips from one end to the other, teeth finally nipping into his skin when he reaches the other side, before heading back the other way. Chan doesn’t flinch, doesn’t move, just allows Felix to do as he pleases. At the same time, Felix’s nails knead at his back muscles the same way a cat’s paw flexes and curls back up – biscuit making, he remembers Minho saying – and Chan gets easily lost in the feeling of both of his ministrations, lets them lull him into a sense of peace, and his eyes close.
After a few minutes, Felix leaves a final nip, blowing a raspberry over the spot before burying his face between Chan’s pecs. Chan will take the playful nips and the raspberry over his last mischievous antic – which came in the form of Felix developing a nasty habit of biting his nipples for fun, though nothing about the way it made Chan’s body react was fun – and sighs happily when he feels Felix’s little button nose rubbing at the skin there. “You getting sleepy?”
Chan makes a hum of agreement, tightening his arm around Felix. “Little bit. You?”
“Kinda,” Felix mutters, lips dragging against Chan’s skin as he speaks. “Might not be as close to sleep as you are though.”
“Oh, well we don’t have to go to bed right away if you’re not ready, angel.”
Felix makes an unhappy sound. “But I don’t want to get up. I want to go to bed, and I don’t want us to move from this spot.”
“We can watch something on my phone to help us fall asleep,” Chan offers. He doesn’t need it, but Felix sometimes needs something to help push him from sleepy to actual sleep, so he starts to reach for where he plugged his phone in on his nightstand, but Felix’s nails dig into his back muscles as he tries to keep Chan tethered to him.
“Don’t wanna.” Felix protests with a small whine. “Just stay put.”
Chan lets out a soft chuckle as he peers down at his baby. Felix’s face is still buried in his chest, rubbing his cheek all over one of his pecs. “Not going anywhere, honey. I promise.”
“’M sorry, I’m probably being silly, but I just like being close to you. And I don’t want you to get up because I don’t want you to do anything.” Felix confesses. “Just stay here. With me? Tell me about what you were working on – was it giving you a hard time? It was, wasn’t it?”
Chan appreciates how Felix just knows. He understands that sometimes the music Chan makes for all of them can become its own sentient entity in Chan’s head, how it can be stubborn or difficult to work with, evident that something is wrong, but the music is never sentient enough to tell Chan exactly what is wrong. Just expects him to figure it out on his own, even if it takes him an hour, four hours, six, or twelve.
“It was,” Chan admits, letting his hand’s drift under Felix’s sweater – Chan’s sweater – to hold his waist. He gently caresses the area with his thumb, smiling to himself when Felix shivers just the slightest. “It just didn’t sound like I wanted it to.”
“Maybe you should let Binnie listen to it,” there’s a small bit of hesitation in Felix’s voice, like he’s not sure if he’s being helpful. “Or Ji. Or both. It might be less stubborn if it goes up against the three of you.”
“You’re probably right, baby,” Chan nods, letting his chin rest atop Felix’s head. “I’ll have to call in the cavalry.”
Felix’s hands dig into the muscles on his back, kneading again. “Can you call them like…tomorrow afternoon maybe?”
Chan laughs. “Tomorrow afternoon?”
“Yeah,” Felix says through a small yawn. “Later.”
“Why tomorrow afternoon?”
“Cause I’m too sleepy now, but I wanna fuck in the morning.”
Sometimes Chan is still so amazed at how casually Felix can say those things. Outside of sex, Chan can barely say anything like that without turning beet red. “Since when do you schedule sex ahead of time?”
“Since I had three specific goals for today. The first was to get you off your laptop, which I did, the second was to feed you, which I succeeded at, and the last one was to get you to bed on time. Which, you’re in bed, but not asleep – which is my fault, I’ll admit – but still. I’m two for three, I can’t give up on my winning streak now.”
Chan laughs, eyes crinkling and still a little too shy to look at Felix when he says “Alright sunshine, we can wait till morning then, whatever you want.”
“Wanna fuck,” Felix reiterates, ceasing his kneading of Chan’s back muscles in exchange for cuddling up impossibly closer. “Probably wanna blow you first, though. I was gonna, in the shower, but I know how nervous you get when I’m on slippery surfaces.”
“Unless you want me to make us both not sleepy anymore, why don’t you keep what else you wanna do in the morning a secret for now, hm?” Chan suggests it more for his own sanity than for Felix’s. He can already feel the heat creeping through his veins, and compared to how vulgar Felix can actually get, he’s pretty much barely said anything so far.
Maybe it doesn’t help that Felix is both the person who can get him to sleep, and the person who can keep him awake and up and running.
Felix giggles, shimmying in Chan’s hold. He’s got his gremlin voice on when he speaks right against Chan’s right nipple and says “What if that’s exactly what I want?”
“No,” Chan says. It’s gentle, not firm, and certainly not a command for Felix to stop, but he squeezes Felix’s waist anyway to make his point. “You said no moving.”
“I said no moving from this bed –”
“– You said no moving from this spot –”
“– Are you trying to tell me you can’t control yourself enough to make love to me in one single stationary place? Because –”
Felix yelps, cutting himself off when Chan reaches up and playfully tugs on a strand of his hair. “Enough, little one. Promise I’ll fuck you in the morning, okay? You just tell me what you want when we get up.”
“’Kay,” Felix agrees happily, rubbing his calf along Chan’s thigh from where his leg is still draped over Chan’s. He resumes kneading at Chan’s back muscles, and if Chan didn’t know any better, he’s swear that Felix was two seconds away from purring.
They go quiet after that, Felix groping Chan and Chan letting Felix basically use his body as a stress ball. It’s nice, it’s always nice, and Chan never has any qualms about it. He shuts his eyes, relishing the feeling. Felix maneuvers them a bit after about five minutes of his stress-groping, so one of Chan’s arms serves as his pillow and the other is carded across Felix’s back. Chan gets his hand under Felix’s – Chan’s – sweater, rubbing gently up and down his back in a way Chan knows usually gets Felix to relax, and he’s hoping will coax him towards sleep.
He inhales from his spot where his head rests atop Felix’s. He can smell his own shampoo now instead of Felix’s usual baby powder, but underneath it all is still the smell that is just perfectly Felix, and Chan presses his nose deeper into Felix’s hair. The more Chan breathes him in, feels Felix’s solid body beneath his hands, the closer he gets to sleep. Exhaustion creeps into his veins, thick and syrupy as Felix gets him closer and closer to what Chan can already tell is going to be a deep sleep.
Chan’s just about to cross over the line when he hears Felix start to murmur quietly from his place in Chan’s chest.
“You talk in your sleep sometimes, you know,” his baby says. “When you’re sleeping really heavy. Most of the time it’s just mumbles, things I can’t really make out? But other times, you say that you love me – me specifically, you call me by name – and other times it’s things you probably wanted to tell me during the day but either forgot to or didn’t get a chance to.”
Chan hums, too tired to formulate a proper response. But judging by how quietly Felix is speaking, he’s not even sure if Felix means for him to respond at all.
“But my favorite is just when you say my name. Just my name, nothing else. I love that the most, more than anything else you could say. Because to me, it feels like even when you’re asleep, we’re together there, too. In your dreams, when you’re at peace.”
He squeezes Felix as best as he can, hopes he understands what he’s trying to say by doing it. Hopes Felix knows he’s saying It’s because I do – I think about you, I dream about you, I never want to lay down without you. I wanna be around you every night. I can’t sleep without you. Ever.
“I dream about you, too.” Felix says, breathing evening out. Chan sleepily registers it’s probably because he’s right on that precipice, exactly where Chan is, ready to fall into the comfort of Chan’s mattress and sheets. “I always dream about you. Even in my sleep you’re always there, Channie. I know you said you wouldn’t leave me behind? But bribing the sandman to keep us together in dreams – don’t you think that’s a little much, baby?”
Chan huffs softly into Felix’s hair. His voice is getting a little softer, but deeper, and Chan has a feeling that the minute he stops talking, Chan’s going to go into such a deep sleep, Felix might actually have a hard time waking him up in the morning to play around.
“I still love you anyway.” Felix continues eventually. His speech slows down, so Chan allows himself to slip a little deeper, clinging to sleep with one hand and Felix’s words with another. “I love you when we’re awake and I love you when we’re asleep. I love you the most when we wake up together and you’re still right there with me.”
Chan tries to squeeze him tighter, but he’s not sure if he’s actually doing it or not, his sense of strength completely lost. Felix is quiet for a moment, so Chan feels like he’s probably finally falling asleep. Just when Chan’s ready to let go of the waking world, to fall into dream land with Felix, his baby speaks again.
“My answer is yes, by the way.” Felix murmurs. “I don’t think I answered you, the other night.”
“Hmmm?” Chan manages to get out. He’s not sure what Felix is talking about, and it pulls him away from to promise of sleep just a little. He starts to stir, to adjust himself so he can wake up and pay attention, but Felix turns him a little bit, so he’s sprawled across Chan’s chest.
“I was falling asleep first,” Felix continues, one of his hands resting on Chan’s pec, tracing gentle shapes. “And you asked me right as I fell asleep. I don’t know if you were sleeping or not, I can’t remember, but I remember that you asked.”
“Whuh–?” Chan tries to ask, but Felix quiets him, shushing him gently. Chan mentally forces himself to wake up, but his body’s responding too slow – Felix had pushed him too close to the edge of slumber.
“So my answer is yes,” Felix sighs as he says it, the grip he has on Chan’s pec loosening, his body sinking further against Chan as he succumbs to sleep. “Yes, Chris. Of course I’ll marry you.”
Chan’s eyes shoot open – wide awake and in disbelief. He lifts his head to look down at Felix.
But his baby is fast asleep.