So, so sleepy... Drabble Prompt me?

Hello again... is anyone out there?

It's all warm, and I have no work of any urgency to do, and everything is quiet, and moving sleepily, and I should be revising History but the dullness factor is too high right now, aaaand... and my Wedding story (which now has a story - wheee!) is resting. And it's barely quarter to five and there's over an hour still to go!

Is there anyone around to give me a drabble prompt..? Keep me from shaming myself by falling asleep at the desk?

So, so sleepy... Drabble Prompt me?

Hello again... is anyone out there?

It's all warm, and I have no work of any urgency to do, and everything is quiet, and moving sleepily, and I should be revising History but the dullness factor is too high right now, aaaand... and my Wedding story (which now has a story - wheee!) is resting. And it's barely quarter to five and there's over an hour still to go!

Is there anyone around to give me a drabble prompt..? Keep me from shaming myself by falling asleep at the desk?

Pros Drabble - Lazy Sunday

For dragongirl3745 - thank you for keeping me nearly awake during the last twenty minutes of sleepiness! *vbg*

A Lazy Sunday
by Slantedlight

A newspaper rustled, time looked up, smiled around the room, subsided once more into the slow ticking of the clock, the rise and fall of Doyle’s chest, the sound of two men breathing. Bodie’s hand, which had moved lazily under half-awake command, brushing aside the day’s gossip and care, lay heavily spanning Doyle’s thigh, his thumb just pressing against sleepy flesh, waking it, rousing it...

Doyle sniffed, sighed, turned onto his back, and Bodie’s hand moved with him, across cock, cupping balls. Warm…

Eyes still shut, Doyle pressed upwards. Time pulsed, blinked, and woke joyously to the day before Monday.

Pros Drabble - Lazy Sunday

For dragongirl3745 - thank you for keeping me nearly awake during the last twenty minutes of sleepiness! *vbg*

A Lazy Sunday
by Slantedlight

A newspaper rustled, time looked up, smiled around the room, subsided once more into the slow ticking of the clock, the rise and fall of Doyle’s chest, the sound of two men breathing. Bodie’s hand, which had moved lazily under half-awake command, brushing aside the day’s gossip and care, lay heavily spanning Doyle’s thigh, his thumb just pressing against sleepy flesh, waking it, rousing it...

Doyle sniffed, sighed, turned onto his back, and Bodie’s hand moved with him, across cock, cupping balls. Warm…

Eyes still shut, Doyle pressed upwards. Time pulsed, blinked, and woke joyously to the day before Monday.