[ Cambridge hadn’t been asleep for very long by the time that Oxford dropped by. In fact, he had been caught out by the sudden wave of weariness that had struck him just as he had decided that perhaps a shower was in order. Reasoning that perhaps he could just lie down and rest his eyes for a few minutes before the shower had obviously not worked out very well: fourty-five minutes later, he was still delicately laid out on top of the sheets wearing only his boxers. The lights had switched off when he had, plunging the room in to darkness and leaving him in the state that he is to be found in now.
And Cambridge is nothing but receptive; when Oxford lays his hand on his back the first time he can feel the rolling clouds of sleep falling away. Consciousness floods back quickly and Cambridge shifts sharply in response to the press of Oxford’s fingers. He twists, squinting in the darkness at the deeper shadows of the man leaning over him, and reaches out to grasp Oxford tightly by the shoulder to pull himself up. ]
A present? [ His mouth hasn’t quite yet caught up with the speed of his brain and he repeats Oxford’s words dully as he presses the heel of his palm in to his vision as if to clear away the lethargy. ] You’re too kind...
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And Cambridge is nothing but receptive; when Oxford lays his hand on his back the first time he can feel the rolling clouds of sleep falling away. Consciousness floods back quickly and Cambridge shifts sharply in response to the press of Oxford’s fingers. He twists, squinting in the darkness at the deeper shadows of the man leaning over him, and reaches out to grasp Oxford tightly by the shoulder to pull himself up. ]
A present? [ His mouth hasn’t quite yet caught up with the speed of his brain and he repeats Oxford’s words dully as he presses the heel of his palm in to his vision as if to clear away the lethargy. ] You’re too kind...