Kep
He/him
24
March 03
Alamos, Sinnoh
Homosexual
boy genius
Associate Scientist
sum of all and by them driven
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POSTED ON Nov 11, 2022 23:06:40 GMT
‘Some time later’ was an apt way to describe the passage of time say, during, a nap, or perhaps, on a grander scale, the mediocre years of middle-agedhood one falls into on the path to death.
Definitely not how Kepler would describe the best night of his life, but then again, he’s a scientist, and the devil is usually in the details.
Kepler doesn’t have a sleep schedule. He works long hours, survives on caffeine and peach-flavored sucrose, crashes when his forehead hits his worktable after another failed experiment. And even this night couldn’t have been long-- they’d been busy for the majority of it-- but he wakes up feeling more refreshed than he has since… ever.
Maybe this was the missing piece? Maybe the secret to great sleep was great sex? Or, you know, just sex, in general, since, he’d never had any before.
There’s a brief moment of discord when Ash leaves the bed where Kepler makes grabby hands at him in a half-awake state before eventually realizing Ash is already up and awake. His consolation prize is sliding into the spot on the bed that was once-- once his boyfriend’s-- and burying his face in the pillows that still smell so strongly of him.
He wakes up quickly after that because the stunning realization sets in that he’s not in his lab and he freezes, like a rabbit, breathing shallowly for a few seconds before his brain re-asserts itself. It’s okay, it’s okay, we’re safe. We’re better than safe.
Pushing the covers back with a stretch and a yawn, he sleepily stomps out to the living space, where he welcomes the soft familiarity of the couch as he crawls like a cat back into Ashley’s lap. “That sounds atrocious,” he says, head on Ash’s chest, content to fall asleep again. Then he realizes what he’s said and his eyes flash open. “I mean, comparatively. To what we did. I mean, to what ours was.” His cheeks spike red as he rolls onto his back to back and scooches up to examine the-- the pocky? Was that what Ash had called this?
“Yeah, it was-- fantastic. That even sounds like a bit of an understatement. It was incredible and I don’t think I’ll ever need another one. First date, I mean.”
Ash kissed the new color rising in his cheeks. Kepler wished he could just say what he meant without sounding utterly ridiculous. Maybe he never had been able to. “Is this… candy?” he asks, catching Ash’s hand with the pocky stick and examining them closely.
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