two cops. one bed. lots of subtext.

[badboybutterman]

They got drunk together.

They spent the night in a bunk together.

And several hours later, it's just about time for them to wake up together.

Danny's eyelids flutter and blink open. He finds himself looking blearily and cross-eyed at very short, very blond hair. His stubbly chin rubs up against something smooth. A neck. Nicholas's neck.

Danny's arm. It's wrapped around Nicholas's midsection in a loose embrace. Danny's chest and belly are pressed flush to Nicholas's back.

They actually fit together nicely, like two interlocking puzzle pieces.

Soooo comfortable...

Danny begins to drift off again, not having shifted his position at all.

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[uksupercop.livejournal.com]

It's not much longer before Nicholas wakes up, his earlybird tendencies not having been completely obliterated by drink. He can feel the beginnings of a headache coming on, but nothing too terrible, all told.

The fact that Danny's got an arm around him is a surprise, but not exactly a shock.

"Mrfh?"

[badboybutterman]

Danny's eyelids flutter open again when he hears the noise "Mrfh?" He responds with a purr-like "Mmmrgh" before yawning and slipping his arm from Nick's waist to stretch.

[uksupercop.livejournal.com]

He sits up, avoiding Danny's outstretched arm and blinking at the intrusion of early morning sunlight.

Oh. Right. Actual words would be good.

"Morning."

[badboybutterman]

Danny rolls onto his back and rubs his eyes with the heels of his hands.

"Morning."

He yawns widely again.

"Sleep well?"

[uksupercop.livejournal.com]

"Yeah. You?"

[badboybutterman]

"Uh huh. I don't even have a hangover. How 'bout you?"

[uksupercop.livejournal.com]

He shrugs.

"Bit headachey, but nothing too serious."

[badboybutterman]

"Coffee'll fix that. And breakfast. We should get some."

He makes no move to get up yet, just lying there and blinking drowsily up at him.

[uksupercop.livejournal.com]

"Mmhmm."

He nods, looking out the window they'd never bothered to cover the night before.

"Looks like a nice morning."

[badboybutterman]

Danny folds his hands behind his head as the corner of his mouth twitches in a smirk.

"Bet you'd like to go for a jog 'round the lake."

[uksupercop.livejournal.com]

He lets out a small snort of laughter.

"Strangely enough, right now I just want breakfast."

He stands up, taking Danny's hand and tugging at it as he does so.

"Mind you, that's not a bad idea for later."

[badboybutterman]

Chuckling, he lets himself be pulled up into a sitting position. "Awright, awright..."

He fishes his shoes from the other side of the bed and begins to put them on.

"Just the breakfast for me, thank you."

[uksupercop.livejournal.com]

"Alright yourself."

He finds his own shoes right where he'd left them and kneels down to put them on.

"You realize it's still going to be evening when we go back home?"

[badboybutterman]

"Oh, yeah..." He shrugs, tying a shoelace. "Don't matter. I can get around to watching my 'CHiPs' DVDs. By the way, I was thinkin', d'you suppose our department could get a motorcycle when the new station's rebuilt? Or would that be a little much?"

He had to bring it up somehow.

[uksupercop.livejournal.com]

"You might've had more luck if you'd asked me that last night."

[badboybutterman]

Aw, fuck!" he giggles, smacking his forehead. "Oh, well. Guess I'll just hafta ply you with drinks again to soften you up."

[uksupercop.livejournal.com]

He laughs softly, but doesn't say anything else about that idea.

"C'mon. Let's go eat."

[badboybutterman]

Danny gets up, smoothes his jeans out, and rubs his hands together.

"Yes! Food will be good."

He opens the door and is about to step out, when he stops short and steps back, holding it open for Nicholas. He grins at him.

"After you, Inspector Angel."

[uksupercop.livejournal.com]

"Thank you, Sergeant Butterman."