(lmao i thought the same thing aaaa)
Having nothing else to do, Cal took the plate and carefully set it on the floor so it wouldn't fall and break. Sighing, he watched as Cameron slept for a few moments before letting himself fall asleep as well.
(lmaoo)
As Cameron slept,he eventually curled closer to Cal, though he didn't awaken.
Calixto was quite the hard sleeper when he wished to be. He didn't even flinch upon feeling another body close to his.
(question: who's the big spoon?)
(uh Cam is taller by a little bit so…)
(as of now, probably Cameron. Later on, Cal's probably going to act more protective and possessive owo)
(ok)
(Lmaoo okay)
Cameron eventually wound his arms around Calixto, pressed close to him and cuddling him close.
After about an hour passed, Cal awoke to something clinging to his middle, just shy of the wound in his chest. He blinked, trying to have his mind able to process what was going on. It was then that he saw what was happening once again. "Stars, is this going to happen every time I fall asleep now?" he questioned to no one. He leaned his head back onto the arm of the couch, unable to simply get up and move. He was trapped, unfair, but square.
Cameron let out a sleepy hum, nestling closer to Cal, face pressed to the crook of the other man's neck, lips brushing lightly against the skin. He didn't really wake up, just shifted closer and continued to sleep.
Cal felt a shiver go down his spine. He felt the warm breath of the other on his neck. His cheeks warmed from how close his lips were to touching him. He didn't like how he could nearly hear the other's calm heartbeat in comparison to his own accelerating pace. This was far too close for comfort. At least when the first time this happened he could move and the bed was larger than the couch! He also couldn't move his arms at the moment either. Well, his left one he could, but he wasn't able to bend it backwards to move Cameron without any bones breaking. Cal closed his eyes, waiting for the moment the other would wake up.
Cameron eventually began to wake up, shifting and stirring from where he lay curled beside Cal. He opened his eyes sleepily. "Oh." he breathed faintly, pushing himself up. "'m sorry, I didn't mean to do that."
Calixto was stiff as a board, clearly uncomfortable with what had just happened. Stars, he wondered if some of his kind had to deal with this sort of thing on a regular basis. But… the more intimate way. Thank goodness it wasn't that bad, but his stomach was still upset considering he hadn't had a choice in the forced cuddle session. Cal didn't want to make the other feel bad as it hadn't been the worst thing in the world, but his mouth couldn't spit out the words, 'it's fine' or something along those lines.
Cameron studied him, biting his lip. "Cal? I didn't mean…I'm really sorry." he said, unsure why Calixto seemed so stiff and scared, but knowing it must have something to do with what he'd done. "I…"
"Don't apologise," he said out of habit. Honestly he needed to calm down. He was being ridiculous. "It's because I couldn't really move unless I wanted the stitching to rip," Cal said. It wasn't entirely a lie. The best lies have a hint of truth in them after all.
Cameron bit his lip faintly. "Are you sure? I…I really didn't mean to do that." sure, he liked being able to cuddle, but he wouldn't have done it without permission. He wouldn't have pressed up against Calixto like that, had he been awake.
Calixto hummed his agreement. He simply had to keep telling himself it was fine. He really couldn't escape from the mentality drilled into his head. He always saw the worst in the situation, and in people. Cal watched as the other sat up, feeling relief now. He didn't mind being near Cameron, it was just how close… those smooth… pink… soft… lips had been…
Cal nearly shook his head to stop thinking about it. It was done. It was over.
Cameron ran his hands through his hair, looking at Cal. He still rather felt bad about this. He hadn't meant to spoon Cal like that, not at all.
Not that he would admit it, it made him feel even more awkward as Cameron stared at him. He thought about his injury a moment. Stars, why couldn't the damn thing heal faster? Then he wouldn't make the other man feel so bad and he could get out of his hair finally.
Cameron blinked, looking away again after a moment. "Uhm…did you sleep okay?" he asked. "If you slept?"
The question nearly took him by surprise. He was entirely expecting another long string of apologies. He didn't know if he felt relieved or not. "Uh, I did. Sleep. And it was fine," he replied, not knowing what else to really say. Despite the situation, he really found it odd to not maintain eye contact when they were speaking. But again… things were really awkward. He noticed the curve of Cameron's shoulder blades through his shirt. He didn't really plan on looking, but he seemed well defined all over.
Cameron nodded a little bit. "Oh. Well. That's good." he said, a touch awkwardly. He rubbed the back of his neck. The patch over his tattoo had peeled nearly all the way off, hanging by a small strip. He didn't seem to have noticed.
Cal turned his head. He needn't be staring at Cameron's muscles, especially for that long. His gaze returned to the man's face. Specifically his cheek. "Your patch," he said simply. Hopefully he would understand what he was hinting at now.
Cameron blinked, reaching up. "Oh." he pulled it off, setting it aside and rubbing his cheek for a moment. "Well. As long as I don't need to answer the door, this'll be fine."
Calixto glanced at his bare cheek a moment before looking away. He didn't know how to word it correctly, but it felt nice not to have to hide anything for the time being.
(AAA I JUST THOUGHT OF A THING)
(Cal always kisses where the patch was when Cam takes it off, so even if Cam never quits his job, it'll always be the spot only he can kiss-)
He hummed faintly, closing his eyes, and then slowly stood, trying not to jostle Calixto too much. "Uhm…is there anything you need?" He questioned.
(:O y e s)
Calixto shook his head. "No. If you're still tired, you might want to go get some more rest. It doesn't feel like either of us slept long," he suggested, shifting his legs a bit to give Cameron a bit of room. Man, this sucks. All I can do is lay here.
Cameron shook his head faintly. "No, I should…I should bathe." He replied softly. "It isn't good if I keep the dye on too long; it starts turning strange colors."
Cal stared at Cameron a moment, imagining the dye turning a strange shade of green for some odd reason. "Alright," he replied simply, not really knowing what else to say.
He shifted a little, standing and stretching. "So I'll be in the bath. You want anything before I go?" He asked, looking curiously at Cal.
"No," he stated simply. Stars above, this man asked a lot of the same questions. Seriously, what was the point? Humans were weird in the ways they expressed themselves.
"Alright." He left the room, grabbing a towel and heading to the bathroom, where he prepared the bathtub for bathing in. He stripped off as he waited for the water to get warm enough.