Flynn rolled over in bed onto his back and he stretched his muscles slowly, feeling them lengthen and pull in a wonderful way. He was still in a mood to be appreciative for being able to stretch out after being chained to a wall for nearly a week. Flynn's outsretched hand met Quinn's sleeping body and Flynn smiled to himself, as he turned to face his lover. He could barely see Quinn in the dim light of morning coming in from the drape-covered window. But Flynn could make out that the young man's hair was mussed, lying haphazardly all over the pillow. His mouth was open. And he looked absolutely relaxed. Rather than wake him from what looked like a blissful state, Flynn merely reached out and he snaked his hand under the covers so he could spread it out on Quinn's chest. Under his hand, he could feel Quinn's heart beating, steady and strong, and Flynn kept time with the rhythmic rise and fall of Quinn's chest.
( Awwww )
( Awwww )