FAKE Ficlet: Time For Bed
Jul. 4th, 2025 06:55 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
badly_knittedTitle: Time For Bed
Fandom: FAKE
Author:
badly_knittedCharacters: Dee, Ryo.
Rating: PG
Word Count: 509
Setting: After Like Like Love.
Summary: It’s late, the game is over, and Dee and Ryo really should get to bed.
Written For:
linky’s prompt ‘Any, any, bedtime,’ at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
threesentenceficathon.Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
Silence fell in the apartment as Dee scrabbled the remote one-handed from down the side of the sofa cushions, where it always managed to end up no matter how careful he was with it, and clicked the TV off. It was strange how the sudden cessation of sound could sometimes seem louder than whatever had come before. It made the dimly lit room seem unfamiliar, almost unnatural; it was seldom so quiet, even this late at night.
For a long moment, Dee didn’t move, strangely reluctant to disturb the stillness, waiting for everything to regain a sense of normalcy. Same old room, same old furniture, nothing there that shouldn’t be. Finally he shifted; couldn’t stay here all night. Well, they could, but the bed would be a whole lot more comfortable, and they weren’t getting any younger. These days they needed a decent night’s sleep if they were to function effectively at work. One of the downsides of not being a twenty-something anymore.
“Bedtime, babe,” Dee murmured against Ryo’s hair; they’d been watching the football game, or Dee had at least. Ryo had been half-watching, half reading a book, and Dee would never understand how his lover could split his attention like that, although Ryo had never been as much of a sports fan as Dee was. Dee spent games, of whatever sport, glued to every play, cussing out the refs when they made a call he didn’t agree with, cheering his team on…
But the game had ended over an hour ago, the post-game show was over too, and Dee hadn’t bothered much with that anyway, because the last thing he’d needed was a play by play reminder of how his team had managed to lose when they’d been leading by ten at the start of the fourth quarter. That was like rubbing salt in an open wound, it only served to increase the pain he was already feeling. If he’d had any sense, he would’ve turned the TV off and gotten up as soon as the game had finished, but even now part of him didn’t want to move. Ryo was a warm weight against his side, dozing, with his head on Dee’s shoulder, and Dee didn’t like disturbing him, not when it felt so good to sit like this, the peace and stillness of the apartment wrapping around them like a cocoon.
Still, it was getting later with every quiet tick of the wall clock, and they had work tomorrow. Neither of them would be at their best if they slept like this; they’d wake up with backache and stiff necks, and probably headaches too. So he reluctantly nudged his lover awake, grinning as Ryo blinked blearily at him and asked if it was morning already… And just like that, Dee fell in love with this beautiful man all over again. Scooping him off the sofa, ignoring all of Ryo’s protests that he was perfectly capable of walking, Dee carried him through to their bedroom, determined to hold him close, just like this, all night long.
The End
For a long moment, Dee didn’t move, strangely reluctant to disturb the stillness, waiting for everything to regain a sense of normalcy. Same old room, same old furniture, nothing there that shouldn’t be. Finally he shifted; couldn’t stay here all night. Well, they could, but the bed would be a whole lot more comfortable, and they weren’t getting any younger. These days they needed a decent night’s sleep if they were to function effectively at work. One of the downsides of not being a twenty-something anymore.
“Bedtime, babe,” Dee murmured against Ryo’s hair; they’d been watching the football game, or Dee had at least. Ryo had been half-watching, half reading a book, and Dee would never understand how his lover could split his attention like that, although Ryo had never been as much of a sports fan as Dee was. Dee spent games, of whatever sport, glued to every play, cussing out the refs when they made a call he didn’t agree with, cheering his team on…
But the game had ended over an hour ago, the post-game show was over too, and Dee hadn’t bothered much with that anyway, because the last thing he’d needed was a play by play reminder of how his team had managed to lose when they’d been leading by ten at the start of the fourth quarter. That was like rubbing salt in an open wound, it only served to increase the pain he was already feeling. If he’d had any sense, he would’ve turned the TV off and gotten up as soon as the game had finished, but even now part of him didn’t want to move. Ryo was a warm weight against his side, dozing, with his head on Dee’s shoulder, and Dee didn’t like disturbing him, not when it felt so good to sit like this, the peace and stillness of the apartment wrapping around them like a cocoon.
Still, it was getting later with every quiet tick of the wall clock, and they had work tomorrow. Neither of them would be at their best if they slept like this; they’d wake up with backache and stiff necks, and probably headaches too. So he reluctantly nudged his lover awake, grinning as Ryo blinked blearily at him and asked if it was morning already… And just like that, Dee fell in love with this beautiful man all over again. Scooping him off the sofa, ignoring all of Ryo’s protests that he was perfectly capable of walking, Dee carried him through to their bedroom, determined to hold him close, just like this, all night long.
The End
