Pretty Tied Up

Chapter III

Kinks and Fetishes: Nothing much, a little bit of cuddling.

Steven woke up with his head on Izzy's chest, his feet tangled in bedsheets, and a warm fuzzy feeling wrapping around him like a blanket. This was nice. It would probably be less nice when his hangover set in, but Izzy would take care of him. Izzy had promised. Last night. Steven's memory of the night before was a little hazy, but he remembered him and Izzy getting drinks; then Izzy had carried him to an ice cream place, bought him ice cream, and kissed his nose with a promise to always take care of him. The thought made Steven smile, snuggling back into Izzy's chest, preparing to go back to sleep and letting his mind wander.

Unfortunately, letting his mind wander lead his thoughts to unhelpful places. He wasn't quite sure how much nighttrain Izzy had consumed last night, but Steven knew that he himself had consumed quite a bit of alcohol. So it was only reasonable to assume that Izzy had also consumed a rather large quantity of alcohol. Maybe Izzy had only kissed him because he was drunk, and now that they were both sober would be disgusted. Maybe he had said he'd take care of him, but was drunk and didn't mean it. Maybe Izzy hadn't done any of these things and it was all just something his drunken mind had made up.

Well, now he was never going to get any sleep until his questions were answered. The only option? Wake Izzy up and ask him. Steven began poking Izzy's side aggressively. The guitarist awoke with a snort.

"It's six in the morning. Whatever you woke me up for better be pretty fucking important, is the apartment on fire?" Apparently, Izzy was not a morning person.

"Did you mean what you said last night?"

"What?"

Oh no, Izzy didn't remember. Shit. Maybe it was all just in his head. Izzy was looking at him for an answer though, it'd be rude to have woken him up for nothing. "Last night. You said you'd always take care of me?"

"Do you want me to?"

Steven pressed his face into Izzy's chest, trying to hide the flush that had invited itself to reside on his face. "Yeah."

There was silence for a while, and Steven wondered if Izzy had gone back to sleep. "Then I will take care of you for as long as it is within my power to do so."

Steven hugged Izzy. Izzy did not respond. "Thanks, Izzy."

"Go to sleep Steven, we can talk later." Izzy rolled onto his side so that Steven was now somewhat curled up into his chest. They lay like that for a while, Steven listening to Izzy's heartbeat.

"Hey, Izzy?" Silence. "Can we cuddle?" Still silence. Steven supposed Izzy had fallen back asleep, then he felt the guitarist's arms wrap around him, gathering him up into Izzy's chest, calloused thumbs rubbing comforting circles on his back. Steven fell asleep. 

Hello. Apparently, I'm going to be busy for most of this week, so here's some fluff to savor until I get a chance to write again. 

xxxGoth-Bunny