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...And Your Blorbos Closer! 2024
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Half-Asleep

Summary:

Apollo and Prosecutor Gavin hide together during the middle of a case. Apollo takes the first watch, but can't focus on anything but the person sleeping right behind him.

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This was not what Apollo had thought would happen when he took this case. He was supposed to be giving his client fair representation. Not handcuffed to Prosecutor Gavin and on the run from who was likely the actual murderer.

Or his own client’s accomplice. Apollo still didn’t know the truth. All he knew was Prosecutor Gavin would have been dead without him. It was weird to think about. To imagine.

He would hate for Prosecutor Gavin to die.

“I think they must have moved on, Herr Justice.”

Apollo thought so too, but he said nothing. The handcuffs gave them enough space for him to be watching the window while Prosecutor Gavin watched the door. It helped that the room was small. There was a small bed, a bedside table with a light they hadn’t turned on, and a wardrobe which shouldn’t have been in this room because of the size. Apollo sat on the edge of the bed, staring outside.

Prosecutor Gavin muttered something. Maybe in German? Apollo glanced back to see he had messed up a hair pin while trying to pick the lock.

“No good?” Apollo asked, knowing the answer.

Prosecutor Gavin chuckled. “My drummer will be disappointed. He taught me how to pick locks too.”

“You all work in law too, right?”

“Ja. He’s a police officer.”

He could see the strain in the corner of Prosecutor Gavin’s eyes. He was exhausted. Apollo was too.

Apollo glanced outside. If there was anyone out in the dark, they weren’t moving. He checked his phone and cursed in his head when he saw there was still no reception. “Get some sleep. I’ll keep watch.”

“You first.”

Apollo didn’t know if Prosecutor Gavin thought he was being chivalrous or competitive. “I’ll wake you to take over for me. Go to sleep.”

“How could I ignore such a wonderful offer?” Prosecutor Gavin stopped protesting and moved onto the bed. That placed him right at Apollo’s back.

It sounded like Prosecutor Gavin fell asleep almost immediately, but suddenly Apollo was very awake. Prosecutor Gavin wasn’t touching him, but Apollo could feel his body heat. Maybe he was imagining it? Apollo wouldn’t turn back to look. He would watch. Listen.

The thin view he had out the window, through the curtain, was black. All he could hear were Prosecutor Gavin’s soft breaths. And all he could feel was the heat and the sudden strain at the corners of his own eyes. He should stand up. Focus on the outside. Make sure no one was nearing this abandoned place they were hiding in.

Not thinking about how close he was to touching Prosecutor Gavin. It didn’t make sense. He didn’t want to. Right?

An arm wrapped around his waist. Apollo stiffened and glanced down. “P-Prosecutor Gavin?”

Prosecutor Gavin made some sleepy sound, but was clearly still out of it. Apollo almost went to remove his arm, but didn’t. His hand touched the back of Prosecutor Gavin’s and then he felt the other man’s face press into the small of his back.

Oh. Apollo’s face burned. Maybe he thought Apollo was someone else in his sleep? He cleared his throat. He shouldn’t let this keep going. But should he actually wake Prosecutor Gavin up?

Yes. Yes he should. This would drive him crazy if he didn’t. “Prosecutor Gavin?” Apollo shook his arm lightly. “You, uh… It’s me.”

“Ah.” Prosecutor Gavin pulled him in tighter. “Is it my time to take watch?”

He was awake. He was awake, right? Apollo swallowed. “N-No, but–”

“Are they back?”

“No!”

“Okay then.” Prosecutor Gavin didn’t even pull his face away. He snuggled in and seemed to return to slumber.

He was half-asleep. That had to be the case.

Apollo didn’t have to wake him. The police finally caught up and were able to release them from the handcuffs. For the first time in hours, Apollo could breathe and it had nothing to do with their attempted murderer still being on the loose.

“Make sure to get some sleep, Herr Forehead,” Prosecutor Gavin said, breath ghosting Apollo’s ear.

He… he had to know what he’d done, right? Apollo’s blush ran from his cheeks, down his neck and… no. No, no, no. He couldn’t have a crush on Prosecutor Gavin. He didn’t. And if he did, the prosecutor couldn’t know about it. Right?

Prosecutor Gavin smiled. “And thanks for rescuing me.”

Apollo’s heart flipped over in his stomach.

Oh, Prosecutor Gavin did. And it was true.

Apollo was in so much trouble.