Kavinsky didn't really doze, but he drifted. Sex had worked out most of the alcohol from his system, had left him lethargic without being really tired--but, most of the time, he was never really tired. He was boneless and motionless, and there was nothing he could do now.
He couldn't see Lee in the bathroom, not from his angle on the bed, so he stayed mostly still and let his mind drift. He refused to let himself linger on anything too much or too serious. There was nothing to linger on. This had been fun, and he knew, for the most part, the cards to play in order to stay here for at least a little while longer. It was nice, though, and warm, and Lee was good and kind. Kavinsky could deal with that. If it had been a few months ago, a year ago, he might not have been able to.
When Lee came back, Kavinsky roused a little. He shifted easily as he was cleaned, humming tunelessly as the wash cloth moved over his skin. He laughed, softly, as Lee dried him off as well. It wasn't really necessary. When he offered the wash cloth, he took it, wiping off his fingers casually. They were thankfully clean, but sticky from the lube. It could have been worse.
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Date: 2016-04-01 07:41 pm (UTC)From:He couldn't see Lee in the bathroom, not from his angle on the bed, so he stayed mostly still and let his mind drift. He refused to let himself linger on anything too much or too serious. There was nothing to linger on. This had been fun, and he knew, for the most part, the cards to play in order to stay here for at least a little while longer. It was nice, though, and warm, and Lee was good and kind. Kavinsky could deal with that. If it had been a few months ago, a year ago, he might not have been able to.
When Lee came back, Kavinsky roused a little. He shifted easily as he was cleaned, humming tunelessly as the wash cloth moved over his skin. He laughed, softly, as Lee dried him off as well. It wasn't really necessary. When he offered the wash cloth, he took it, wiping off his fingers casually. They were thankfully clean, but sticky from the lube. It could have been worse.
"Thanks."