The Entrust

Paradise

A/N:
It's only 2 in the afternoon and I am pretty exhausted.

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The rays of the sun penetrated through the windows, lighting the soft lines of Beam's sleeping face. Forth was always awake before the dawn, alarm or no, so he'd permitted himself to enjoy this small amount of happiness as they lay together, the younger man still sleeping, dead to the world for hours more, still.

When the Beam did wake, it was to his cacophonous alarm clock. His arm swung out to silence it, almost hitting Forth in the face. He caught the younger man's wrist, causing him to go stiff for several seconds before he opened his eyes and his sleep-addled brain provided an enlightenment for someone being in his bed. His tension eased.

Forth silenced the alarm, then looked at his Khun Chai, expression deadpan. "Good morning."

"No such thing." Beam breathed, collapsing against the other man's chest. "How long have you been awake and worrying?"

"Hours." Forth admitted. Actually his expression wasn't as inexpressive as he'd hoped. "Beam—"

"Before you speak, I just have one request." The younger man said, totally serious even though how tired he sounded. "I don't want to hear about how 'this was a bad idea and it should have never happened and we should just forget the whole thing shit'. I will take cold dismissal for whatever bullshit reasons you can devise before I accept that. But I know this is what we both want and I'm not going to sit back and let your sense of honor ruin something this good."

Forth blinked. Sometimes Beam's upcoming nature was shuddering and this was one of those moments. There was no denying he was right, though. All his sense told him this was a very bad idea, even if his heart didn't want to hear it.

Finally, he nodded with a soft hum. "Fine. Honor be damned, then."

Beam rolled his eyes. "You can keep your honor, you stupid. It's not like I make a habit of sleeping with the staff. You're different."

"Beam Baramee, are you trying to romance me?" Forth teased, a grin breaking out across his face.

Beam slapped the other man's chest. "Shut up. I'm just trying to tell you I'm not generally this much of a slut. I've truly never slept with a staff member."

Forth rolled his eyes. "While it's consoling to know I'm not just the flavor of the week, I wouldn't think any less of you if you did. You could not probably get around more than your cousin did. I'm far beyond arbitrating people for seeking pleasure or company whenever and however they can find it."

Beam made a face at him. "Didn't peg you as a particularly open-minded, free-love type, but I'm not complaining."

"Well, I don't know about 'free-love'; I'm a bit possessive." Forth muttered, rolling them over and moving Beam so that he was looming over him, his hands to either side of the younger man's head on the bed. He let his hips grind down temptingly against him, then dipped down to softly kiss one of the twin bruises he'd left on his neck. "But I do think people should pursue what they want. Life's short."

"Says the guy who got pierced yesterday, so you'd know." Beam retorted back, though his tone had an air of breathless need.

"I would." Forth agreed, trailing soft kisses down Beam's chest. When he reached his navel, his tongue flicked over it playfully.

Beam lifted himself up on his elbows to peek down at him, eyebrow raised. "And just what are you doing?"

"I know how much you hate mornings." Forth mumbled, letting his tongue touch over the lines of his abdomen, the vee of his hip, the juncture where it met his thigh. "I think I can break you of that."