Disclaimer: I don't own Cats.
The maine coon tossed and turned in the heat, sweat sticking to his fur and getting tangled in the sheets.
"Tugger!" an exasperated voice sounded out.
Tugger turned his head to see blue eyes staring groggily into his own.
"Sit fucking still," the tuxedo cat growled before promptly turning on his side, away from the other.
"But its too hot," he whined, throwing his arms out and purposelly knocking the smaller cat in the shoulder, making the smaller tom turn back towards him, "Aren't you hot?"
"Of course I'm hot, but keeping me up won't make you feel better," he stated, pushing the big paw off him.
"Why is it so hot?"
"Maybe because it's summer?"
Tugger laid sprawled out quietly, staring at the ceiling and listening to the tom's breath slow down.
"Misto?" he started, feeling the need to say something.
He got no response and he tried again, "Misto?"
"What?" Mistoffelees asked, sounding tired.
Tugger stayed quiet and Mistoffelees waited a beat before turning to look at the bigger tom. Tugger was already looking at him, eyes tired and droopy.
"What?" Mistoffelees asked again in a more soothing tone.
The maine coon turned his head back towards the ceiling, before rolling over towards the now startled tom, wrapping his arms around him and crushing him in an embrace.
"Tugger! What the hell?" the black tom questioned, spitting out some of the other tom's mane.
Tugger offered him nothing, he just merely squeezed Mistoffelees lightly.
"Tuggger," Mistoffelees sighed, but in a more loving tone than annoyed one.
While he would admit, he was much hotter with more than half of Tugger's body covering his own, he didn't really mind.
"The Rum Tum Tugger doesn't care for a cuddle," he hummed, running his claws through Tugger's mane.
AN: What is this? I don't even. I recently saw Cats live and I've been thinking about it a lot since then, so I guess that's why I wanted to write this. There are not enough Tugger/Mistoffelees stories to keep me happy. Just saying.