Morpheus

            Johnny curled up at the end of the couch, head bobbing back and forth as he fought against the long day they’d endured. Interviews from every media outlet known to God, blizzard conditions and ice, and the stress of delaying a show had them all yawning before they’d gotten dinner. In the flickering light cast from the TV Zack and Matt continued trying to blast each other on their video game snapping insults and crowing victory. Brian settled next to the bassist without interrupting his silent battle.

            “Christ, your bunk is, literally, ten feet away.” Brian chuckled, pulling the bassist against him. Johnny jerked awake at the rough handling and swatted at the guitarist grumbling. “It’s only ten, I’m not going to bed.”

            Brian shook his head and wrapped an arm around the smaller man’s shoulders. Johnny relaxed against him and after a few more minutes of explosions and trash talking scooted down and rested his head on Brian’s leg. Brian slid his fingers against the kitten soft buzz cut on either side of the bassist’s mohawk. Johnny’s eyes fluttered open less and less often, only when Matt’s competiveness had him yelling at his character and Zack.

            “Matt,” Brian whispered, “bring it down a notch.” When the singer turned around, in all likelihood to tell him to “fuck off,” he caught sight of the struggling bassist. “Daw, lil’ Johnny, is it past your bedtime?” he snickered. The bassist’s face scrunched but his eyes didn’t open. Brian flipped his friend the bird and hushed him again. Matt, still laughing, turned back to the game and continued shooting barbs at Zack in a whisper. With a sigh, Johnny rolled over tucking his head against Brian’s hip. The guitarist threaded his fingers through the longer hair of  his mohawk at the nape of his neck. “I’ll wake you up when it’s late enough to go to bed.” He whispered.

A/N: I can’t believe I’ve missed so many weeks of this. I’ve gotta get back in the swing of things. Thanks for reading and reviewing :)