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Karl watched the shadows dance across the ceiling. How ironic was it that the man next to him was going to be playing an insomniac in a couple of weeks when in fact it was he, Karl, who had suffered from the sleeping disorder night after night.
It wasn't always a bad thing. Most of the times he would sit up and watch as the sun's rays snaked their way up Dom's naked torso, signaling a new day. But he especially enjoyed the way Dom looked in the early hours just before dawn when the sky was dark and the room was bathed in starlight and moonlight. He delighted in the way the silver-white streaks highlighted the curve of his ass, the indent of ribs, the bones of his knuckles.
Karl slid a hand around Dom's waist and pulled him close, feeling the familiar weight of Dom's body settle against his.
It wasn't always a bad thing, this insomnia, he thought. Most of the time it was pretty good.