The silence was broken as Morris Delancey shifted, pulling the younger boy closer. The golden morning light leaked through the gap in the curtains of the decrepit little apartment, casting a warm glow across the room. The occupants of the room were peaceful, quite different from usual.
The occupants of the room were Oscar and Morris Delancey, the second half of the Delanceys. Oscar usually woke up screaming and crying, speaking in his sleep, and needing to be comforted back to sleep. But he wasn't here; it was just Morris and Thomas. Oscar had disappeared into the night, hand in hand with a blond boy.
Tom shifted in Morris's arm as he examined the boy. Every curve and slope, Morris wanted to trace them - the shapes of his back and neck - but he was not to disturb the peace, the spell of sleep that fell over the boy. There were no nightmares, just a night of calm, relaxing sleep - unlike Morris, who would wake up thrashing and, as he was told, his face twitching, making small noises, and little squeaks.
Sleeping Tommy boy seemed holy, like a relic, something not to be touched or disturbed. Morris didn't believe in gods of Divine creation, but Tommy boy was almost divine, scaring Morris.
Tommy boy broke the spell he cast over Morris, cracking his eye open. He rubbed his eyes, one side of his hair sticking up at an odd angle. He stretched. "Morning, Mo'," he said, sitting up and stretching a bit.
"Sore," he stated simply.
"Oh sh*t, did I-?" Morris asked, feeling sorry.
He nodded gently. "Sorry."
"No, no, I had a good time," he said, sitting up.
"You did," Morris Delancey winced as he shifted his bruised body.
"Are you okay?"
"I told you I'm fine," Morris said, kissing him quickly.
"No, no, how did you sleep?" Tommy boy gave him a glance, putting a hand on Morris's bare chest, dark red bruises littering his body.
"You could have told me I was too rough," he muttered helplessly.
"Baby, it's fine-"
"No, no, it's not fine," he said, putting a hand on his cheeks, "I don't want to hurt you - I'll make it up to you, I promise-"
"Tomaz, listen to me, I don't mind." He could see the panic in Tommy boy's eyes as he gently ran his hands over the bruises. Morris kissed his head, brushing the brown hair out of his face, knotted by sleep.
"But, but, I did wrong-" he floundered hopelessly.
"No, you didn't, baby. I don't need to punish you," he reassured, his voice soft, pushing his warm body against Tommy boy, wrapping his arms around him, putting his hands around Tommy boy's neck.
"I don't need to punish you, it's nothing bad, okay?" Tommy boy nodded tentatively, shifting in the bed as the morning bell rang across the quiet sleeping streets. Tommy boy looked like a lost dog.
"I should go-" he started, picking up his trousers.
"Wait." Morris reached for the boy, hugging him tightly, resting his chin on top of Tommy boy's head.
"You don't have to feel bad, you did nothing wrong."
He looked down. "But I-"
"Tommy, kindly shut up," he muttered, kissing his hair.
"I love you."
"I love you too." Just a quick one shot lovely's of a random ass ship that I randomly decided to ship here Is my proof ⬇️
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