Christian and Johnny. A Hair of the Dog.

Christian sat in the armchair in the window, reading. He'd turned the huge wing-back around to face the bed and, every now and again, he'd look up and check on Johnny, usually when the young man muttered and mumbled in his sleep. This time when Johnny began to whuffle, Christian saw his eyelids fluttering and knew consciousness wasn't far away. He smiled to himself and stuck his nose back on his book, awaiting the inevitable.( Read more... )