Ceiling Fan

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters. I do own the writing, plot if there was one, and Gold's ass.

"Silver, why are you laying on the floor?"

Silver blinked. He looked over to Gold who was standing in the doorway. He sighed softly.

"It's nice and cold down here." the younger boy answered.

Gold shifted and walked over to Silver. He lay down beside said boy. They stared at the ceiling fan for at least an hour before Gold spoke again.

"This... is nice, Silver. Now I know why you like it quiet."

Silver turned his head to Gold to see his face. Gold's eyes were closed; a smile lighting his face. Silver smiled too. He rolled over and hugged the other boy close. Moments like these could never be enjoyed enough. He hid his face between Gold's face and shoulder. Sighing, Gold pulled apart from Silver. Said red head looked up at Gold from underneath his fringe.

"I didn't say you could move, did I?" Silver questioned. Chuckling Gold rubbed Silver's hair. "Heh… no but I did." Silver lightly smacked the other on the chest. He sighed looking at the ground. There wasn't any time left in the world to enjoy this moment. Stretching, Silver stood. He held out his hand for Gold and pulled him up

Gold softly kissed Silver's forehead saying, "Goodnight, Silvy." He walked out of the room shutting the door quietly. Again Silver sighed. He sauntered to his bed and lay down. He slipped into a silent sleep, not noticing when Gold stalked back into the room, getting in bed with him.

That... was REALLY short. It was on my mind because I was lying on the floor. :D (EDIT 8/25/12 I made this a little longer. A little. Ok not a lot….)