Your Stupid Face

A Deal with the Devil

Alex didn't sleep well... in fact, he didn't sleep at all. As the storm finally died down, he was left with the soft sound of Morgan's steady breathing to break up the deafening silence in the room.

Finally, sunlight streamed in through the window, and Alex sat up in bed, looking down to see the tangle of blankets that Morgan had managed to twist themselves up in though the night. At this point, he really should have expected the sight to stop his heart in his chest.

Morgan looked so peaceful, completely unguarded, and relaxed as they lay on their back. One hand was up under the pillow, and the other rested on their abs, exposed from their tank top shimmying up through the night. The blankets coiled around their legs and one crossed over their chest and to their shoulder for them to nuzzle into.

It was absolutely adorable.

Alex hated it.

He grabbed his own pillow and threw it at the sleeping person, smirking at the groan they let out.

"Is the barn on fire." Morgan didn't even move to push Alex's pillow off of their face.

The monster blinked a few times, glaring at the other. "Excuse me?"

"No, I don't think I will." Still, Morgan didn't move at all. "Is the barn on fire?"

Alex eyed the other suspiciously, glancing in the direction of the barn to see that it was standing normally. "No."

"Are the alien's invading."

Alex glared back at the motionless farmhand, arching a brow. "...no."

"Did your parents ask for my help?"

"Are all these things of equal importance to you?" Alex asked, struggling to find the thread that linked the question's together.

"Yes." Morgan growled, finally shifting to rub one hand over their face, though they still didn't remove the pillow. "Why the fuck did you wake me up?"

Alex struggled to control himself, though he could feel his face heating as he stared at the sleepy person. "The sun's up, so you should be too."

The monster didn't think the sight of the other could get any more tempting, but he was quickly proven wrong when Morgan lifted the pillow just enough to level those emerald eyes at him. The glare always did something for the man, but the sleepy edge it had this morning had him wanting things that he shouldn't want.

"Oh, I didn't know you wanted to die today."

Alex had to give himself a little shake to focus on Morgan's irritated words.

"You should have told me. I could have planned something appropriate." The farmhand rolled away from the man, pulling the blankets more firmly over them and mercifully hiding most of them from view.

Alex just shook his head as he got up, putting his slippers on and starting out of the room. He closed his door softly, and started down the hall, before he stopped in front of the picture wall. There were several new frames hanging, and the golden eyes scanned them one by one.

Morgan on the tractor, his father hanging off the side, clearly teaching them to use it; Them hauling dozens of fresh eggs in using their shirt as a basket; sitting on a milking stool beside his mother, green eyes utterly focused on her as she taught them to milk their little jersey cow... in every one, Morgan had a wide, genuine grin on their face, eyes sparkling with a joy that was noticeably absent when they looked at Alex.

The new sight caused a confusing blend of emotions to fill him. He should be angry that this intruder, this thief, was so effectively infiltrating his family. There was anger there, but there was something else. Something that pulled at the corner of his lips, urging him to smile at the sight. Something that wanted him to welcome Morgan into the family the same way his parents had.