shi-no-toge:

hanakotobawakodoku:

Entirely unaware that he had an audience, Eric kept it up. His movements were fluid, hips inspired to sway with the music and feet bouncing against the bed in time. Yes, he was the sort to go about dancing on his bed. And while he wasn’t bad at it, it seemed his balance needed a little work — for one wrong step and he was sent (in a fit of loud shouts and cursing) tumbling to the ground with a crash. Sheets tangled around his legs and hair disheveled.

Alan joined him in slumber soon after, dreams filled with the man lying next to him, of proper, romantic kisses in a beautiful garden, surrounded by every flower imaginable. It was wonderful, and Alan unconsciously pressed closer to Eric, nestled safe in his arms.

As the morning bled into afternoon, Eric shifted closer and closer to his dear friend. When he finally awoke (sometime in the early evening), his cheek was pressed tightly to Alan’s head and his arms were strewn over his slender waist. The realization of just how close they were dawned on him slowly. 

“A-Ah.” Quietly, but quickly, he pulled away. Had they been that way all night? This was bad. Very, very bad. Of course he really did care about Alan, and of course he wanted to make him happy, but… 

Had he forgotten his goal entirely?! 

Scolding himself silently, Eric slipped out of bed and got to his feet. He pulled on each of his boots with a bit of work and left the bedroom.