Right Hand On My Heart

Sweating Bullets

Dave wakes up the next morning with Kirk wrapped halfway around his body and burrowing into him for warmth. He carefully adjusts himself to look down at Kirk. His head is resting against his chest and he has an arm slung across Dave's waist as if he were cuddling a teddy bear. He smiles down at him briefly before his phone vibrates on the nightstand beside him. Dave does his best to not disturb Kirk and reaches over to snatch up his phone.

He settles back against the bed and unlocks his phone to see that he has quite a few missed messages. Two from James, one from Marty, and three from Nick Menza himself. Dave curses under his breath and decides to get the hard part out of the way first before reading either of James or Marty's texts. That's what Dave liked about Marty and James, they sent texts. Menza, however, left voicemails so you could hear just how pissed off he really is. Dave clicks on the first voicemail, expecting the worst, but Menza is pretty tame for the most part. Calm, one could say.

Okay, not so bad.

Except the next two make Dave cringe from how loud and irritated Menza's voice gets. Dave doesn't really get specifics on what Menza's saying, but there's plenty of colorful swear words he uses as well as some imaginative threats. The messages were all spaced out over the course of an hour, most likely when him and Kirk were making love, but nothing else came from him over the course of the night. The third and final voicemail ended abruptly with Menza demanding Dave show his sorry ass in his office by noon today.

Dave checks the time on his phone and notices he still has little over an hour to get ready and come up with a good excuse as to why he ignored Menza. He promised Kirk he'd still be here when he woke up and, as much as Dave hates himself for it, decides to take the lesser of two evils and gently shake the brunette awake. Kirk stirs after a moment and his eyes flutter up tiredly. He breathes in deeply through his nose and lets out a soft groan as he stretches against Dave. Kirk gazes up at Dave and gives him a drowsy little smile.

"G'morning," Kirk mumbles against Dave's chest.

"Morning, baby."

Kirk is always so beautiful when he wakes up, though Kirk would argue differently. He has the cutest bed head, especially after a night of sex, and he's always so relaxed. His youthful face looks even younger when he's still sleepy and his eyes are half-lidded. It makes Dave feel old in comparison. Envious in a way, but appreciative nonetheless. Sometimes he looks at Kirk and wonders how he got so lucky. Sometimes it feels too good to be true.

"How'd you sleep?" Dave asks.

"Fine," Kirk replies, nuzzling his face against Dave.

"Listen, sweetheart. I got an important meeting today, so I'm gonna have to step out for a little while. Alright?" Dave explains, brushing the curls out of Kirk's face.

"Is this about yesterday?" Kirk inquires, sounding slightly concerned.

"Kinda. I just gotta go talk to my boss and sort some things out," Dave tells him, being as vague as he possibly can. Last thing he needs is Kirk worrying even more. "Nothing too serious. Just boring business stuff."

"Can I go with you?" Kirk asks, starting to sit up slightly.

"It's best if you stay home," Dave tells him, sitting up so that his back is pressed against the headboard. Kirk follows him, staying close. "My boss gets a little irritable around uninvited guests."

"I can wait in the car," Kirk offers, but he knows it's a losing battle.

"I don't know how long it'll take," Dave admits and, even though that's the truth, he can't help but feel guilty when Kirk frowns. "Stay home, get some rest, and I'll bring you back some breakfast."