Sunday Morning (Sentinel Sonnet 11)

by Kass

Notes:
Infinite thanks to Justine, my lovely beta-reader. As she says, every slash fan has a pusher; she's mine. :)
Disclaimer:
Jim and Blair belong to Petfly. The sonnets, however, belong to me.

Blair let himself outside, slid shut the door.
(Jim: out cold.) "I'll let him sleep some more,
And write some in my journal," Sandburg thought.

"It's been two weeks since I've checked in," he wrote,
"And things have changed a little. Well, a ton.
Me and my big mouth: I jumped the gun
And told Jim how I felt. I rocked the boat,

Exactly what I said I wouldn't do!"
Blair paused to let his face warm with a grin.
"The good news is,"’—new paragraph’—"I'm in
Less trouble than you'd think. He likes me, too."

He held thoughts of their first tryst in his head;
Put down the journal’—grinned’—went back to bed.

The End