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When the two were younger, Cole and Jay shared a a bedroom as well as a bed. The bed wasn't large, it was hardly impossible to fit the both of them. Nevertheless, they'd cuddle up against each other, sensing the other's heartbeat against their skin and sharing warmth. It truly was a nice feeling.

After aging a few years, their foster parent, Clouse, sold their current home to purchase a larger one where he hoped to reel in more youths. Clouse offered the elder, Cole, a room of his own acknowledging that their new household was more spacious. The raven-haired boy almost leapt with delight. The thought of a bedroom to himself was enough to rile him up. Cole accepted almost instantly.

Later, however, his feelings began to morph.

His room was too large. Shadows of trees outside crept across the floor and shown onto the walls, sending chills down Cole's spine. There were no sounds, it was far too quiet. Most of all his bed's warmth vanished instantly. The bed grew larger and colder. Cole absolutely hated it.

However, the thing the raven haired boy missed the most about his departure was Jay's nightly habits. Once Cole would fall asleep, the freckle face would sing a tune to himself until sleep overtook him. Cole never knew what the tune was or what the words were (he believed they were in Norwegian), but nevertheless he grew so attached to this song. He begun to pretend he'd fallen asleep each night, just so he could hear Jay's song.

He was able to persuade Clouse to share rooms with the freckle faced boy again. He never admitted this, but Cole realized Jay longed for his warmth just as much as Cole needed Jay's.

So there they were, friends sprawled across an upgraded bed, trying to get some shut-eye in preparation for the next day. Cole found himself mesmerized in Jay's intoxicating warmth, seeking more. He nuzzled his chin into his companion's shoulder and sighed happily.

A swarm of confusion overtook him when Jay made no response. Normally, the freckle face would blush and shoo away the pestering Cole. He tapped his shoulder gently, "Jay..? Are you alright?"

"Yeah,"

Cole let his breath fall down his brother's neck, assuming the warmth would be comforting. He didn't release his gentle grip on Jay, "Baby.. what's the matter? You can tell me anything you need to,"

Jay shifted a bit in the bed, but not to the extreme in which his friend would be forced to cease his caressing. His fingers searched the bed for Cole's free hand, found it, and intertwined them. The freckle face gave a little squeeze.

"Do you believe Clouse is actually bringing in more kids in two days?"

"Yeah," came Cole's sullen response, "We both know he's been wanting other boys to look after for a while now," he adjusted his hold on Jay's hand so their fingers interlocked better, "Are you worried he'll care less about us now that there'll be more kids around the house?"

The younger sighed, "No. I just.. I'm more nervous about the new foster kids,"

"Yeah?" Cole pressed.

"Well," Cole could tell Jay was doing his best to summon a rebuttal, "What if they don't like us? Or they think we're weird or something,"

The raven haired boy stares peculiarly. Jay groaned, "Cole.. I know it's every school day we're thought to be odd. But if those same things are thought of us at home, what are we to do? There's no one we could turn to at home, they'd live with us,"

"Jay," Cole almost scolded. His grip on his brother's hand tightened before he began, "Who is it you look to when tensions rise at school?"

"Besides the tedious guidance classes we're forced to take, you,"

"And when those bullies conspire against you or I, who is it you turn to?"

"You," a smile creased Jay's freckles.

Cole's eyes softened a tad, "At home, at school or on the moon, whenever you need to open your heart to a friend, I'm there. You have no need to worry, I'll always help you, you're the closest friend I'll ever have,"

"Yeah," Jay agreed, a laugh tingling his voice, "And Cole?"

"Yes, what is it?"

His blue eyes reflected the playful stars dotting the night sky, "Can we keep this conversation amongst ourselves?"

Cole repositioned his arms back to where they previously held his friend, regaining warmth.

"Of course, Zaptrap. What happens in this bed..."

"Stays in this bed!"

God, that sounded perverted.