His Wilted Flower; 2440 words. Isak’s insomnia flares up and Even tries to help. [AO3]
Even knew Isak had trouble sleeping and that
stress made the insomnia worse, and while he couldn’t do anything about the
source of Isak’s stress he figured he could at least help his boy get some
sleep. Since his diagnosis Even had
tried about a dozen different techniques to help his own sleep, so he had some
ideas about what to do for Isak.
Since the nosebleed incident a few weeks ago –
which Even’s heart still stopped for a second if he thought about – Even had
made it his mission to help his boyfriend.
Step one had been introducing the ‘no technology
in the bed after 10PM’ rule, which Isak had balked at initially but tried
nonetheless after Even explained that the light and all the stimulation wasn’t
exactly conducive to a good night’s sleep.
Step two was wind down time, which Isak actually
seemed to enjoy. Instead of doing his
homework until the small hours of the morning when exhaustion was too heavy to
ignore, they both put all their school stuff away with the laptops and phones
at 10. Wind down time was pretty much
just an excuse to lie in bed and cuddle his boyfriend, if Even was honest.
Isak soaked affection up like a touch starved
sponge, though, so it was met with no complaints.
They’d lie in whoever’s bed they were spending
that night in, cosy under the duvet, murmuring about their day and exchanging
lazy touches. Even’s favourite thing to
do was to smooth his fingers over Isak’s curls while Isak talked about his day,
occasionally twirling a lock around his fingers and watching it spring back.
Isak, on the other hand, was always all over the
map. He’d trace Even’s facial features,
slot their legs together so there wasn’t a single place they weren’t pressed
together, and sometimes he’d even blow on the part of Even’s fringe that was
adamant to never lie flat. Even would
have protested the last one if it didn’t make Isak’s eyes light up with silent
It never took long for them to become soft and
sleepy, blinking hazily and yawning through their stories.
Sleepy Isak had a special place in Even’s
heart. The way his cheeks would flush just
slightly and his eyes would glaze over in a way that reminded Even of lazy
afternoons smoking pot and kissing and he would just be so malleable under
The only problem was that Even always fell asleep
before Isak. He’d lose himself listening
to Isak’s breathing and Isak would stroke his face so gently that his eyes
couldn’t help but flutter shut. Cut to
hours later when Even would wake up and Isak would be lying there watching him
or staring up at the ceiling, the soft sleepiness replaced with simple
Even would always mumble an apology that Isak
would roll his eyes at, but they’d settle back into a cuddle and Even would try
to outlast Isak. Some nights it worked
and he could hear the change in Isak’s breathing and feel Isak’s muscles relax
under his hand and he’d know his boy was finally getting some rest, but other
nights he would fall asleep rubbing soothing circles against Isak’s back.