Wheatley lay snuggly in his bed. He was currently in the middle of attempting to finish A Midsummer Night's Dream, although each sentence was a challenge due to a mix of it being printed in old English and his dyslexia. The brunette grunted in frustration as he turned the page.
His anger was suddenly interrupted by Neil diving into the bed with him. The force of the landing caused Wheatley to fly out of his spot on the bed with a yelp.
"Y'know, I'd appreciate if you'd warn me before you did that." Wheatley grumbled. He collected himself as well as his book and sat back on the bed. "Cough or something, maybe? Augh, you've made me lose my place." he groaned.
As he went back to flipping through the pages of his book, Wheatley felt long arms wrapping around his torso. He turned his head to find Neil resting his head on his shoulder. The brunette shook his head, nudging his companion away.
"Shoo, I'm reading." he said. Neil rolled away from Wheatley, sighing in boredom. He swung his legs over the bed and stood, pacing around the room. All the while he stared awkwardly at his partner. Wheatley peered up from behind his book questioningly. "...What?" he asked. The red head slowly strode over to him, looking him up and down. He then plucked the book from Wheatley's hands, tossing it across the room.
"Hey!" Wheatley said angrily. Neil followed up by grabbing Wheatley off the bed and swinging him around the room.
"No! Put me down, put me down!" Wheatley screamed. Neil laughed hysterically as the man in his arms kicked and screamed, desperate to get away. He swung him upwards so that he was holding him bridal style, but still had a tight enough grip where he couldn't get away.
"Let go! Let go!" he demanded. Neil tossed Wheatley onto the bed, laying over him. He pinned the brunette down so that no amount of squirming nor wiggling would allow him the means of freedom.
Realizing that he couldn't get away, Wheatley turned towards Neil. He glared at him with the intensity of a thousand burning suns.
"Neil, if you know what's good for you, you'll do what I say. Get. Off." He hissed. The tall one smiled softly, nuzzling his nose against the other's. "Hey, no, okay, no. Stop." Wheatley commanded.
"But I'm booooooooored..." Neil whined innocently.
"Then go to sleep." he ordered. Neil frowned at this. He leaned in towards his friend, pushing their cheeks together. Wheatley grumbled, turning away from him. The red head pressed his lips against the brunette's neck, peppering him with soft kisses. Wheatley squeezed his eyes shut, grimacing. Neil smirked, continuing to kiss him until he softly nibbled on the right side of his neck.
"Oh, man alive..." Wheatley gasped. Neil plucked the glasses from Wheatley's face, staring into his blue eyes longingly. The blue eyed man stared right back, his face no longer angry.
"Get off, please." he asked quietly. Neil complied wordlessly, pushing himself off of the other. However, as soon as he did, Wheatley grabbed him by the shirt, flipping him over and laying on top of him.
Neil stared up at him, giving him a toothy grin. Wheatley rolled his eyes, pulling at Neil's zipper fly.
"Oh, hush up.".