near the end of a long year

[tactician]

Rare was the day where the political sphere wasn't abuzz, even all the way down to the lower echelons of the profession, with secretaries and agencies worming their way into last minute flights for their significantly more powerful supervisors, but even on Ennaspie, Christmas morning was a quiet one. Rarer were still was a quiet morning where Weiler wasn't sound asleep when Locke woke to a room bathed in early light.

Instead, though Weiler had stayed in bed by Locke's side, he was sitting up against the headboard, blankets pulled up to his waist as he looked at something through a sliver of window behind the drawn curtains, a soft ivory they had settled on after (admittedly not much) consideration. He was sleepy-eyed when he noticed the shift in Locke's breathing from slumber to waking and looked down, but he didn't say anything quite yet.

He only smiled, in fact, and said nothing at all.

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[aphelionix]

There was a small wince as he was pushed over, but the sting passed quickly. Locke still met the kiss happily, feeling incredibly content about now. He pulled Weiler on top of him instead, flopping onto his back.

"Happy new year indeed," he said.

[tactician]

"Sorry," Weiler said, noting the wince and apologetically rubbing Locke's hip for the discomfort. He kissed Locke again, welcoming a few more minutes of the new year in like that, hands cupping the man's face, and pulled away only to smile. "I'm glad you liked it."

[aphelionix]

"I'm glad I did too," Locke said, running his hands over the expanse of Weiler's back as he kissed him again, then down his jaw and neck. "Now I get to make you shower with me after."

[tactician]

"What a tough situation I've put myself in," Weiler mock-complained, tilting his head as Locke moved down his neck, both to allow Locke the freedom to move and to brush his lips over the other man's neck as well. He sighed, long-suffering, and simply held Locke to him for a moment, just lovers pressed together on a winter night. "But I guess I did promise I'd take care of you."

'For better or worse' - that was how it went, right?

[aphelionix]

With a slow exhale, Locke smiled again, his mouth paused against his skin. This was a good place to start the new year, he thought, and an even better person to start it with.

"How about a back massage, too?"

[tactician]

Weiler swept one hand down Locke's back.

"Ah," he said, expression piteous. "You've found my weakness. I'm twice as likely to do anything you say now."

[aphelionix]

Locke's laugh rumbled his whole chest. "Now you know what that's like."

[tactician]

In response, Weiler laughed too, but it lasted only a few seconds before he tilted up and stole another kiss, taking in that laughter for himself like he was hoarding it, precious as it was. When they parted, still lingering close enough so that their mouths still touched when he spoke, Weiler brushed Locke's bangs out of his eyes and admitted, "I have to say, though, it wasn't a bad trade."

He finally unwound one arm from Locke's back and pushed up, looking down with amusement as he cracked his knuckles. "Now if you roll back over, your highness, I'll make good on the second half of my promise and then we can go make good on the first."