30 Day OTP NSFW Challenge
3/23/14 ǀ Day 1
Cuddles (Naked)

It was hot. Too too hot, and they'd already ditched everything but their own skin. Gilbert had thought German July's were hot. He'd flown over to Canada in the summers and thought Canadian July's were way too hot. But American July's...

It felt like they'd curled up in Satan's armpit.

It was just as sweaty and disgusting, too, with the quarter sized mosquitoes – "Those are new this year," Alfred had commented – and the unbearable humidity. Alfred had been kind enough to let them share a guest bedroom (partially due to Matthew's sly insinuations that this way he'd only have to wash one set of sheets), but in all honesty they were hardly using it. All the blankets were kicked as far from the bed as possible, along with most of the sheets. Their clothes were thrown about on the other side of the room. Above them the ceiling fan whirled so fast Gilbert was a little paranoid it would fall off and crush their legs in their sleep.

Not that he'd be able to sleep in this heat anyway. And even if it weren't so goddamned hot, he wouldn't have been able to sleep. Not with his precious Birdie curled up so close in his arms. Not in a strange bedroom.

Gilbert had enough problems sleeping in unfamiliar places, never feeling safe enough, unless he was completely alone in the building and with Matthew. His protective instincts were flaring high here, especially now that the heat had lulled Matthew to sleep.

Gilbert brushed a strand of gold back behind Matthew's ear and let his hand wander down his lover's shoulder and side before curling to rest on the small of his back. No matter how hot it was, he would never pass up the chance to hold Matthew like this. To have this body pressed up against his own, to feel every one of the Canadian's breaths, to bathe in his scent. He pulled the blond closer, moving slowly so as not to disturb his sleep. He tucked Matthew's head into his neck and wrapped his other arm around his love, linking his hands. He closed his eyes and reveled in one of the small comforts he had in this world, knowing he wouldn't sleep. At least this way, he would be able to relax, which was close enough.

He wasn't expecting to feel the smile form on Matthew's lips, or the arms that wound around him. A loving, reassuring kiss was pressed to his jaw. No, Matthew wasn't going anywhere. They were safe here, sweating to death in each other's arms.

Gilbert smiled and tightened his embrace.