Keith’s head in his lap was a warm, familiar weight, the fluffy brush of his hair beneath Ellis’s fingers stirring a restless smile on the brunette’s lips that spread into a grin when Keith huffed softly and shifted to get comfortable. Votes were being tallied on the news, rapidly accumulating in favor of one candidate and then another, states turning red and blue across the country as polls finally closed in others. Riggs had managed to get up onto the couch without Keith – rather docile on pain medication – fussing at him, the lithe dog settled atop the redhead’s jean-clad legs to nose at his own thick tail in apparent listlessness. Ellis’s toes curled in the shag of Keith’s living room carpet, sleepiness mounting as hours trickled by with Florida waffling between red and blue and California still accepting voters.
The older mechanic’s mishap in voting had required several stitches and two hours in the emergency room, half of which Ellis had spent bragging on the phone about his boyfriend’s patriotism. But the excitement was gone now, replaced by idle affection as Ellis pet his fingers down the sparseness of a sideburn framing Keith’s handsome face.
“Nick says he’s gottuh win Ohio ‘er Florida,” Ellis noted for the thirtieth time, eyeing the two swing states in question as the tv displayed a map of America again. Florida had trickled into favoring Romney again, while Ohio was slowly inching closer to Obama’s. Georgia had long-since flushed red in Romney’s support, which hadn’t been much of a surprise though Ellis’s circle of friends had all voiced their hopes for Obama’s reelection. “Man, when’s this shit gonnuh end? We gottuh git yer ass intuh bed.”
“M’fine,” Keith groused in slurred denial, lifting a hand to blindly pat at Ellis behind himself as he cuddled his cheek against the man’s thighs. Ellis snorted, lifting his free hand to catch Keith’s, fingers unevenly twining together. “It doesn’t even hurt,” he added brusquely, lifting his thickly bandaged hand as if to prove it, and Ellis laughed.
When Ellis stirred an hour later, Keith remained asleep with his face tucked against the younger survivor’s lap, injured hand draped off the side of the couch and Riggs snuggled up on his back as the pair snored softly in the unnatural yellow burn of lamplight. Blinking sleep out of his own eyes, he squinted at the television, election news still burbling on with footage from election parties across the country celebrating Obama’s landslide victory.
Grinning, Ellis leaned back into the couch, fingers stroking the exposed nape of Keith’s neck as he settled in to go back to sleep.
[I was able to sleep easier, too, after staying up with my lover to watch the tallies and see our president win. I’m pretty passionate about a number of social issues and while I don’t think Obama has done enough about them, I’m hoping for a brighter future in the next four years. :)]