(( A/N: this is probably sorta sucky and bad but its 6 am and I havent gone to sleep yet so whatever. I might continue this if someone asks but for now its done, even if it sucks.))
John nuzzled his nose into Dave's ribs. "Daaaaaaaaaaaaave."
"What is it?" Dave yawned and rubbed his eyes. It was 3 am. What was John doing awake?
"I'm sad." John whispered. Dave glanced down to look at the shorter boy's face, but was greeted by a mass of disheveled black hair instead. John was avoiding his gaze.
"Why?" Dave asked worriedly. John was so happy-go-lucky, that Dave knew when his boyfriend was sad that something was wrong.
"I don't know." John whispered again, this time pressing his brow into Dave's side. "I just... can I have a hug?"
Dave blinked a few times. It wasn't like John to not know why he was sad. And when he did, he knew exactly what to do to fix things. This was odd for him.
Dave, on the other hand, knew it exactly what it was like. He would sometimes just get sad, without any real reason.
Dave's arms gathered John up in their warmth. Dave shifted so John was sitting between his legs, John's own legs spilling off the side of the small bed they shared during sleepovers. John look up at Dave, his sapphires piercing Dave's rubies.
"Dave?" John asked, voice rising from his whisper.
"Yes?" the blond kissed the black haired boy's nose.
"Can I fall asleep in your arms like this tonight?" John asked looking at his hands again.
Dave smiled kindly. "That so unironic bro. Sure you can." He laid down so that John was in a similar position to the way they were sitting in. And then they fell asleep, wrapped in each other's arms.