Just a short drabble I wrote up that wouldn't go away. It's all fluffy goodness.
The body beside him in bed tossed and turned, an agitated huff escaping every few minutes. It started nearly at midnight, and now that it was almost one in the morning, Wesker decided to put a stop to it.
"Chris, go to sleep." He mumbled into the pillow, moving to grab the other man's arm in an effort to keep him still. When Chris stopped moving with a muttered apology, Wesker took his hand back and concentrated on sleeping.
Soon enough, though, Chris was once again jarring his sleep-deprived mind with his movements.
"If you don't stop that, Christopher, you're sleeping on the couch." Wesker knew how much Chris hated his black, leather couch. He wasn't allowed to do naughty things with Wesker on it, and it was as hard as a rock, never allowing him to sit longer than an hour on it.
Chris made an unhappy noise, but settled down and draped an arm around the blond, hugging him close.
Wesker hummed softly at the added body heat and again put all his effort into clearing his mind enough to sleep.
Two hours passed, and Wesker still wasn't where he wanted to be: in the warm darkness of his dreams. Chris, ever the bad bed mate, had rolled over at some point and taken the soft comforter with him, leaving Wesker with the crisp, thin sheets that did nothing to keep the cold out.
Wesker yanked his comforter back as much as he could and, despite his usual disdain for initiating any form of affection, pressed himself against the smooth, tan back while wrapping the comforter around them both.
Chris shifted and Wesker feared another bout of restlessness, but the younger man just laid his arm over Wesker's and sighed.
"What now?"
"I just can't wait for tomorrow."
"You're just going to have to. Our flight leaves at seven, and we have to be at the airport by six. Get some sleep, you have a few hours left."
"But we're going on a paid vacation to Hawaii. Don't tell me you're not excited…"
"Now, Chris."
"Okay, okay…" Fidgeting under the blankets, Chris finally, finally, went to sleep.
Half a hour later, Wesker found himself tossing and turning, and Chris was the one telling him to knock it off.