Sebastian

It’s been a few hours now. Heath fell asleep and stayed asleep. He’s such a sound sleeper.

I woke up a bit ago. I want to know what time it is. But I don’t want to disturb Heath.

His hair is softer than it used to be like he showers more. He’s drooling on my arm. Heh, cute.

I let out a deep sigh. I can’t believe I ever left this for Len. Heath is so respectful. I want the rest of my life to be like this.

If Heath came over around three and it’s been a few hours, it’s probably six or seven now. Len doesn’t get home till seven-thirty at the earliest.

Not that I want to hide this from him. But he’s insecure about this kind of stuff. I don’t want him to feel bad... And be in a bad mood when I decline his evening invitation.

But I have no way of getting Heath home. I really should’ve said I can’t drive him and Daren could’ve picked him up.

I guess I’ll just wake him before Lennon gets home.

But a few more minutes couldn’t hurt. I close my eyes again, relaxing into the bed.

And I hear the fucking front door open, the jingle of his keys being put away, the sound of him taking his shoes off, his footsteps coming down the hall.

It’s too late now, isn’t it?

The door creaks open. Len steps in sees Heath and me and freezes, shocked, “What’s-”

I put a finger to my lips, “Shh”

I feel a smile peeking at the corners of my mouth, “He’s sleeping.”

Lennon shakes his head, “What’s he doing here?” He says, voice hushed.

I run my fingers through Heath’s hair, “He came to drop off some clothes and I asked him to stay a while.”

Len frowns deeply, stepping over to the bed, “No.”

He crosses his arms, “Why’s he in our bed?”

I look up at Lennon innocently, “Oh, I invited him.”

Lennon raises his eyebrows and narrows his eyes.

“To cuddle,” I continue.

That doesn’t seem to help. He scowls down at Heath, “I thought-”

He looks back at me desperate, “Are you two still friends?”

I look down at Heath wishing I could go back to sleep with him, “We are now, I think.”

Lennon grabs my shoulder, “Are you going to leave me?” His voice comes out strained.

I look back up at him, tired, “Why would I do that?”

He squeezes my shoulder, “Because you have him again.”

I shake my head, this idiot, “I didn’t marry because Heath was gone.” I lie.

Lennon searches my face for any emotion other than tired apathy, “Then you married me for my money.”

I almost laugh, “Guess again.”

His hand moves up my neck to my cheek, “You married me for my body.”

I roll my eyes, “Yeah, Lennon your asexual husband married you for your body.”

His thumb strokes right below my eye, “You married-”

“I married you because I love you,” I interrupt him. This guessing game is getting tiresome.

He gets one knee on the bed, making sure not to touch Heath, and leans in close to my face, “I love you too.” 

He kisses my forehead and then makes his way down my face, I stop him before he gets to my mouth, “Lennon.”

He brings his other hand up holding the other side of my face, “What?” He asks with a mischievous look on his face.

I chuckle uneasily, “Can we not do this now?”

He tilts his head, “Do what?”

I exhale, tired, “Kiss.”

Lennon pauses, taking in my face. Then he backs off and looks away from me, “sorry..”

Lennon stands there awkwardly not meeting my eyes again. He stares down at Heath. I stare down at him too.

“He’s less irritating when he’s asleep,” Lennon mumbles.

I look up at him surprised, “What?”

Lennon shrugs, “He seems less I don’t know awkward and stupid and dumb and.” He trails off.

An obscenely stupid idea just popped into my head, “Wanna hold him?”

“What!?” Lennon steps back startled.

I move my arm out a little from under Heath’s head, “I gotta pee.” I frown exaggeratedly, “Real bad.”

I look up at Lennon with a sly smile, “Don’t you want to cuddle with this adorable little guy?”

He steps back further, raising his hands in defense, “NO!”

I raise my eyebrows, “What if you cuddle me too?”

He narrows his eyes, “At the same time?”

I nod smiling. He looks down and comes closer, “Okay... if that’s what you want.”

He crawls into bed and I hug him close to me. He reaches a handover and pats Heath on the head, “I’m sorry I’m not around enough.”

I squish his cheek into mine, “Well, you’re here now.”

He chuckles. I pull his face away and scooch out from under the covers, “And I still gotta pee.”

I rest Heath’s head on Lennon and bolt it to the bathroom.

Sweet relief.