Splitting at the Seams (RadioApple)

Part 6

At nearly quarter-to-nine in the evening, the mini mayhem died down.

Lucifer returned to his personal little pew, yet again resting his royal rear end by Alastor's bedside to watch as the overlord fussed with himself, trying his marked best to minimize his movements while also clearly expressing discomfort at being unable to effectively fluff his pillow without disabling himself. With a click of his tongue and a flick of his fingers Lucifer solved his problem right then and there, pillows auto-fluffed and doubly soft. Who said the devil didn't do good deeds, neh? Clearly Alastor agreed, sinking into his clean and tidy bedsheets with a groan of sensual pleasure so evocative that it made Lucifer full-body shudder.

(Seriously, had it been THAT long since he'd last laid with someone? No sexually charged atsmophere, not a hint of nudity, just any guy he cares even a tiny bit about can moan and he'll fold? Maybe he should start jerking off again....)

(Wait, but then he might think of this guy! Gross!)

(Distracted the way he was, Lucifer didn't notice that his thoughts about the other man had crept across the line from 'uncaring' to 'hardly caring')

Alastor gazed at him from under those distractingly bold lashes of his, unaware of his companion's innapropriate train of thought as he spoke. "I cannot believe I am saying this, but I believe today's ordeal has worn me out. I'm ready to hit the hay." To punctuate this the sinner made a showy effort of trying to raise his right hand in a triumphant fist above his head. The joke was self evident when it lost all momentum halfway through and slapped knuckle-first back onto his forehead with an amusingly loud sound. "Just this morning I would have been horrified at the prospect of turning in so early, but now that I've had the satisfaction of accomplishing what I wanted I'm drained in my entirety. Mèd. I cannot wait for this ordeal to be over."

Alastor seemed to be sinking slowly into his pillow as he spoke, leading Lucifer to question if he had somehow over-fluffed it.

"There's a while yet for that!" Lucifer helpfully reminded him, earning a withering look. "I only had vague estimates before, but I've actually looked a bit more into what to do with you. That's why I've been gone all day... though maybe I should establish some form of communication between us, so I don't come back tomorrow and find you've bled out on the toilet."

"I thought you were going to help around the hotel?"

"I mean, yeah." Lucifer scratched at the back of his neck self-consciously. "I was. And I did, for the record. Do that. A bit. They kind of had it handled though. I don't really know what's meant to be where since I never stepped in the old place before it got levelled, and my magic is kind of on the fritz at the moment. I just helped with some of the decor and then dipped."

Alastor squinted at him. "You were supposed to inform Charlie of my whereabouts. Innacurately."

"I did!" Lucifer quickly clarified, kicking his legs back and forth. "That was the first thing I did, sorry, did I not say that? I thought I said that. But I told her an abridged version, basically just said you were tired and had gotten way too much touchy-feely socialization, so you're holing up in here until you feel ready to resurface." The devil brought a pinched finger and thumb to his lips as he pressed them into a thin line, pulling his fingers across in a 'zipping' motion. "Not a whisper of you being hurt. Poor dear was too frazzled still to interrogate me anyway."

The overlord beneath him sighed in relief, and Lucifer found his gaze lingering on the man - the rare sight of his exposed neck and the way his hair was splaid over the pillow. With his nearly gentle expression, he looked peaceful. It was a less concerning version than that face he'd worn while sleeping.

"After that and the fuss in the lobby, I went back to the hospital I poached your IV from" Lucifer followed up, jerking a shoulder at said drip. "They gave me a good dressing down on the do's and don'ts of at-home patient care and recovery - don't look at me like that, I still didn't tell them who it was I was looking after - and helped clarify some stuff I wasn't sure of. Didn't seem to like that I wasn't handing you over to them for care, though. As if."