Dave "Obsidian" Blake's Apartment

After David put his arms around Jean, he readjusted his position just slightly to get comfortable again. David was warm and Jean found it easy to relax in the same arms that had given him quite a thrashing earlier that day. It didn't take him very long to be out like a light, sleeping soundly well into the night.

Dave smiled softly, feeling Jean drift off to sleep in his arms. Leaning down, he pecked him on the lips once more, before shutting his eyes and drifting off to sleep, still holding Jean close to him.

Jean slept soundly through the night and well into the morning, evidence of just how truly tired he was. He hadn't made much fuss in his sleep either, aside from the normal shifting of a person and the instinct to turn around so that he could become the little spoon to David's big spoon.

Currently, he seemed to be dreaming, and quite enjoying it from the quiet sounds he was making. In the dreamscape, he was in the ring again with David and they were going at it. Jean had tried a frontal sleeper hold and weakened him considerably, but David had come back with a devastating powerbomb and was going for the pin. With no way to escape, Jean decided to fervently kiss David to distract him, and it worked! Except they soon forgot the match and devolved into a make out session.

Dave sighed in content, feeling Jean settle into David's form. He subconsciously tightened his arms around Jean, leaning his head on Jean's shoulder

David tightening his arms around Jean in the real world ended up translating somehow into his dream match, causing the dream-Dave to surprise Jean with a sudden sleeper hold from behind. David trapped him in a corner and began choking the life from him, all the while whispering dirty things into his ear. Just as he was about to pass out in the dream, Jean awoke with a gasp, heaving for breath. It took him a few seconds of looking around, but he recognized David's place as well as David's arms round his waist, comforting him. Jeans face burned red in embarrassment as he settled back down, had he really just had that kind of dream?

The sudden shift on Jean's part caused Dave to stir, as his eyes fluttered open. He noticed his boyfriend looking around and mumbled, "You ok Jean?"

He shut his eyes once more, but remained awake so Jean could answer.

"Y-yeah, just a bad dream's all" Jean murmured, settling his head back onto the pillow. He gently took hold of David's arm and cradled it to his chest, letting the blood drain from his face. What an intense dream that was, and how vivid! But what was his subconscious trying to tell him? Jean lay there for a while with his eyes closed, mulling it over in his head until he fell asleep again.

Dave frowned when Jean mentioned he had a bad dream and gently pulled him closer. He held him there until he felt Jean relax and drift off to sleep again. Smiling to himself, he looked over at his boyfriends face as he sleep. He didn't think it was possible, but the rock star turned wrestler looked even more hot when he was asleep! Dave gently combed his fingers through Jean's messy bed hair and kept quiet, listening to the sound of his boyfriend's soft breaths.

Upon falling asleep again, Jean continued to dream on, but this time his dreamscape was vividly different. Jean found himself at the ringside in the AFW arena, amidst the roar of the crowd all around him. He was dressed in normal clothes and the ring itself was empty, but there was a full audience in attendance. He had no idea what was going on here. but some reason everything seemed perfectly normal to him.

Suddenly, Dave's entrance music began to play, and Dave ran out to the ramp, raising his arm to the crowd as he made his way to the ring. Reaching the ropes, he climbed into the ring, a smile on his face as he paced around the mat.