Pausing The Sun
"Oi, Shinkai, move the fuck over."
"There's no more room."
With an angry grumble, Arakita rolled onto his back on Shinkai's small bed, then onto his side when getting comfortable that way proved to be unsuccessful. After a couple more minutes of shifting around, to no avail, Arakita let out a noise that wasn't quite a growl and flopped down on Shinkai instead, nearly winding the redhead.
But even so, Shinkai shifted upwards a bit on the bed to give Arakita more leg room, and allowed the raven to drape himself heavily over his torso, between his legs, resting his chin where Shinkai's ribs ended and looking ticked off for no particular reason.
"Lets take a nap." Arakita announced suddenly, closing his eyes.
It was another beautiful day, so Shinkai had opened all of the windows in his dorm, and the abrupt change from stale, winter-room air to circulating, fresh air was making Arakita drowsy.
The sun was setting outside, facing Shinkai's windows, and it was turning the room rich yellow and orange, the shadows from Shinkai's desk and drawers stark black against the far walls.
Shinkai's eyebrows raised a hair. "I thought you wanted to go for a ride?"
Arakita had buried his face in Shinkai's shirt, and his replies were very muffled. "Later."
"It'll be dark later."
"Well I'm tired now. Whadda you want me to do? Pause the sun?"
Shinkai smiled, eyes soft, and laid back against his pillows, and Arakita repositioned himself as well.
The raven shifted down a bit to use Shinkai's stomach as a makeshift pillow, and it wasn't long before Shinkai slid a hand into his hair, gently dragging his fingers over his scalp.
Shinkai's other hand was resting just above his head, and Arakita reached up and hooked Shinkai's fingers in between his own, squeezing lightly.
They just laid like that for some time, relaxing, enjoying one another's presence.
It was just as Arakita was beginning to drift off he heard a quiet, "Yasutomo."
He grumbled a bit, but answered, "What? I wanna sleep."
Shinkai was quiet again for a few moments, but then the hand in his hair slowly ventured lightly down his neck, across his shoulders, and to his back, where Shinkai began to scratch soothingly underneath his shirt with his blunt nails.
"Happy Birthday Yasutomo." Shinkai's voice was hardly above a whisper, but the utterance still caused a smile to appear on Arakita's face.
He squeezed Shinkai's hand, just a bit, and nuzzled his face more into the redhead's shirt. "Whatever, dumbass."
A/N
Another lil ShinAra. All I wanted to do was write sleepy cuddles and Shinkai wishing Arakita a Happy Birthday, so I did.
Yowapeda (c) Watanabe Wataru
writing (c) MarluxiaSutcliff116