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Something is vibrating somewhere in their bed. This would be alarming enough – at least on the short-term – if it were something Simon had brought in there with him. As it is, he flings his hand out until he hits Ryan. "What did we agree?"
"That I would stop checking my BlackBerry every thirty minutes when we're together."
"Exactly. So why are the blankets glowing?" Ryan is lying with his back to Simon but it's still obvious that he's typing on the thing underneath the covers.
Ryan says, "It's been three hours, Simon."
"Repeat after me: 'I have a problem.'"
"I'm waiting for confirmation on a contract." Simon suspects sometimes that it's not just that Ryan gets more done by six a.m. than most people do all day - it's also that he's decided that he can survive perfectly well on four hours sleep a night and regular caffeine.
"That doesn't mean it needs to be in the bed," Simon observes patiently.
"You were asleep. If I left it somewhere else I'd need to turn the sound back on," Ryan says. "And then it would wake you up. And then you'd get grumpy and start yelling at me about jetlag."
"As opposed to what we're doing now."
"If you had just left me to deal with it for thirty seconds I would have been back."
Simon sighs. "You're supposed to be asleep. Do you remember sleep?"
"Overrated."
Simon grabs hold of Ryan's shoulder and turns him around. "Are you done with this?" He takes the BlackBerry and waves it in Ryan's face.
Ryan nods. "Sorted now." Simon replaces the thing in its holster and – very carefully – tosses it out of the bed. He hits the pile of clothes he abandoned on the other side of the room. Even he's not confident enough in Ryan's affection to think it could tolerate reckless destruction of his favourite link to the outside world. He pulls Ryan's back against his chest. "Stay there. Don't work." He kisses the back of Ryan's neck, where his hair is still soft and curled up from the shower. "Sleep."
"We could…"
"Tomorrow morning. For now, go to sleep. And if I hear that thing one more time tonight I will stamp on it."
"You wouldn't dare." Ryan turns around in Simon's grip 'til they're nose-to-nose and Ryan is making his serious face.
Simon laughs. "No, I probably wouldn't." He kisses Ryan's mouth, then his nose and his forehead, while Ryan slides down to settle himself for sleep.
Ryan murmurs, "It was a good contract."
"I have no doubt. Tell me about it in the morning. Preferably not before six a.m."
Ryan nods again, in and out against Simon's chest. "I like having the house to myself for an hour or so anyway."
He's sleeping with some kind of freak of nature. Simon stretches out so that Ryan slips into the gap between his arm and his chest. Ryan's still not asleep but he's quiet and breathing slowly. Somewhere across the room, the BlackBerry buzzes angry vibrations. Ryan sighs, presses his nose against Simon's side, and ignores it.