Gilbert lays on couch, one hand under his head, the other resting on his bare stomach. His long legs are sprawled uncomfortably on top of a pile of pillows. He snores softly, drooling a bit as he sleeps. Next to the couch, on the floor, is a collection of empty beer cans and half eaten bag of cream crackers.
This is the sight that greets Berwald when he steps into his living room.
He stops for a while at the door, staring at Gilbert. He then lets out a quiet sigh and walks to the sleeping man on his couch. He plants a gentle kiss on his forehead and covers him with a blanket.
Gilbert shifts in his sleep and slowly opens his eyes. Berwald can't help but stare at him. Gilbert looks so.. Sweet and somehow so very vulnerable, with sleep still in his eyes and a trail of drool on his lips.
"…'m s'rry t'w'ke y' up… 'm s'rry it t'k s'l'te", he whispers, fingers combing through Gilbert's silver hair.
Gilbert smiles, actually smiles, he doesn't grin, doesn't smirk. He smiles. He smiles and closes his eyes, wrapping his arms around Berwald's neck and pulling him close.
"Welcome back", he mumbles against the neck, nuzzling it sleepily. Berwald is embarrassed, but he hides it against Gilbert's cheek, breathing in his scent, slightly mixed with alcohol. Gilbert chuckles, his eyes already closing. Still holding Berwald close to himself, he falls asleep.
Berwald smiles inwardly, caressing Gilbert's cheek and giving it a quick kiss. He picks the other up and makes his way to the bedroom, careful not to wake him up. He covers him with blanket, the first one forgotten in the living room.
Berwalds strips of his suit and slips in to his pajamas. He looks at Gilbert, who is peacefully sleeping. His legs are now hanging down from the bed and lips slightly parted. He's drooling again.
Berwald lays down next to Gilbert and wraps his arms around his waist, pulling him close. Gilbert smiles in his sleep, cuddling up. Berwald kisses his forehead one last time before closing his eyes and falling asleep.

In the morning, he wakes up long before Gilbert, he gets dressed as quietly as possible and leaves for work, his intention coming home earlier that nigh.
When Gilbert wakes up, he rubs his eyes and looks around the room, confused. As the morning light plays on his features, he wonders how he got there and if Berwald even bothered to come home for the night.

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Well. I don't know. I jjst felt like writing and this is what happened…

I really like playing with the tenses, they create so many kinds of atmospheres. Especially in shorter texts.

And I need a beta-reader.