The fire roared away in the fireplace. Warmth brushed over the mans skin with a phantom touch. He pulled his blue blanket closer to his body and leaned against the couch behind him. For some reason he wanted to sit on the floor. The flame light reflected a soothing glow on his blonde hair, lighting it so softly. His eyes drooped as he tried to stay awake. He tried to think, but only had a few things in his mind, many of which he would never share. The man tucked his feet closer to his cold body and shivered. He thought his friends were asleep.
James watched Seamus from the kitchen intently. He had a black blanket wrapped around his frame, feet on the cold wooden floor. He had been standing in the doorway for about half an hour. Seamus hadn't moved from his seat in front of the fire. James sighed silently shaking his head. The creature house had no propane for heat and because of a recent blizzard, they wouldn't get a new tank full until next week. So each creature had an electric heater running in their room. Well, everyone except Seamus. Instead of sitting upstairs in his bed, he'd sit down in the living room near the fireplace. James shrugged and padded barefoot across the floor towards Seamus. He plopped down next to him and stared into the fire. Seamus only glanced at him momentarily before returning his gaze. Finally, James broke the tension.
"Do you want another blanket?" James turned towards Seamus.
"Huh?"
"Well, it's cold down here. Do you want another blanket?"
"No, no. I'm ok." Seamus sighed and closed his eyes for a bit. James shifted a bit where he sat, and didn't take his gaze off of the irish man.
"Why have you been sitting down here lately?"
"It's warm. Simple as that." Seamus turned towards James and re-adjusted how he was sitting, fidgeting nervously.
"Well, your room is pretty warm too with the heaters. But you never use yours. What's wrong with them?"
"I don't like the way they sound."
"Really?"
"Yeah." Seamus reclined a bit onto the front of the couch and closed his eyes. "I can't sleep with all of that whirring that the fan makes. It's not all too warm either." James looked down and saw Seamus' hand peeking out from under the blanket. He reached forward and slowly wrapped his hand around the smaller one. Seamus looked up at James with confusion.
"Damn dude, you're freezing."
"I'm fine, just fine." Seamus looked away, a small blush on his face. James scooted closer to Seamus and pulled him towards his chest. He took the black blanket and wrapped it around them both, then leaned back on the couch. Seamus' head rested against James' shoulder in a comfortable way. Seamus went to flail about, but quickly relaxed. He knew it was utterly weird how James was acting, and how close they were, but right now he wanted to get warm. And James was his personal heating blanket. Seamus began to fall asleep, listening to the rhythmatic thumping in the taller man's chest.
"Is this any better?"
"mhmm..." Seamus smirked into James' shirt, nuzzling into the body. James chuckled and kissed Seamus lightly on the forehead, running his long fingers through the blonde hair. "...that feels good..."
"You know what else would feel good?"
"What?" Seamus looked up innocently. He had an idea of what James wanted to do, and frankly, he wanted to do the same. He had always had a crush on the dark haired man ever since they started doing commentaries together. Now that he had pushed himself onto Seamus, how could he say no? James laughed and picked Seamus up bridal style and carried him up the stair case to his room.