Title: I worship – I sing
Disclaimer: They don't belong to me. Or we would all be having a lot more fun.
Pairing: C/Z
Rating: PG
Credit: Lyrics from the old hymn – When morning gilds the skies and Jeff Buckley's Hallelujah.
A/N: Short and hopefully sweet ficlet. Thanks to Kashmir1 for helping me with the first song. (Love ya). Thanks to the OC for helping me remember how much I love JB. And getting this plot bunny stuck in my head.
Plea: Please R and R. If you liked, if not just ignore me and hope I go away.

When morning gilds the skies, my heart awakening cries

Casey is almost positive that the sight of Zeke half naked, morning sun cascading through windows hampered by mini-blinds, should not inspire his sleep stunted brain to sing hymns.

Casey hasn't been to church since high school. Alien invasions make you question what you were taught in Bible school. But even if he did still believe in God, he doubted the good Christians would approve. The object of his impromptu benediction is after all a member of the same sex, a man he knows intimately.

Casey could teach a class on the bend and sway of Zeke's body. He knows the taste of Zeke's perfect lips and the feel of deliciously long fingers. As he watches; Zeke rolls over. Those well loved hands invade the cooling space to his left where Casey had been until a scratchy throat forced him out of bed. The muscles of Zeke's back stretch beneath golden skin and suddenly he needs another glass of water. He enjoys how Zeke's face scrunches, as even in sleep his brain works overtime. Years of habit have trained them both to hate sleeping alone.

Casey quickly walks across the room and slips beneath the covers before Zeke can wake. His head isn't on the pillow before he feels strong arms pull him into a warm embrace. Casey's brain switches from gospel to folk/rock making the smooth transition to Jeff Buckley's Hallelujah.

Baby I've been here before – I've seen this room and I've walked this floor

"I used to live alone before I knew ya" Casey whispers into the silent room.

"Hmmm?" Zeke murmurs still safe in the arms of Morpheus, hopefully dreaming sweet dreams.

"Sshhh" Casey implores rolling over and burying his head in the crook of the taller man's neck. He lightly kisses the space where neck becomes shoulder.

If love were a religion, Casey would worship in Zeke's sanctuary forever.