cheap & cheerful
"What's your favorite color?" Brooklyn asked one morning, and Kai just opened one sleepy eye, and glared because four in the morning is an ungodly hour to wake up. Brooklyn seemed serious though, oddly enough, and didn't let him go back to sleep, instead trailing his fingers up and down the small of Kai's back, light and almost on the edge of tickling.
Letting out a muffled noise, Kai tried to hide his face in the pillow, and Brooklyn smirked at the barely-there response of "M'fucking sleeping." The older boy snickered a bit, leaning over until he was able to throw his right leg over Kai's slender hips, moving into a straddle and seating himself on Kai's bottom. There was a mumble and Kai tried to curl further into the blankets. (really, who did Brooklyn think he was, asking questions like this in the middle of the night—because yes, four in the morning was still considered night, if Kai wasn't up).
"I'm serious," Brooklyn purred, leaning forward, curving until his body was pressed against the smooth line of Kai's, his own hands sliding under the sheets until they could find the teen's, curling fingers together, his lips to the boy's ear. "It's a simple question." He nipped at the lobe of Kai's ear, nuzzling him gently and dropping a gentle kiss on the nape of his neck, breath rustling soft, short blond strands of hair. "C'mon."
Kai muttered something Brooklyn was pretty sure was an insult or a threat, and shifted under him, biting at Brooklyn's arm after lifting his head and drawing it close. "Why can't I sleep?" Kai mumbled, and promptly muffled a groan into the pillow as Brooklyn withdrew his hands, sliding them over onto Kai's back, strong fingers working out the kinks and knots in his back from their exercise earlier (even if exercise with them normally meant 'beating the shit out of each other until one said they gave up'.) "Mnh?"
"Cause I wanna know," Brooklyn said, thumbs working out a stubborn knot, smirking at the low moan it got in return. "C'mon it's not that hard."
Kai pressed his face into the pillow more, half-hoping to smother himself, and glaring at everything. "Nhgh. Fine," he conceded when he pulled back for air, shifting and moaning again when Brooklyn started massaging a spot that made his toes curl, working out the tenseness he didn't even know he had. "Blue. S'bl—fuck, right there."
A low laugh escaping him at the reaction from the Russian, Brooklyn kept working at that spot until the tenseness went away and then moved on to other spots, sliding further and further down until Kai was a puddle of mush, just limp and making small, pleased noises with every touch to his skin. Eventually he stopped, just laying on top of the bluenette, dropping soft kisses on his shoulders and nipping every once in a while just because he could. "So it's blue?" Brooklyn questioned, just to see if he could get Kai to talk again, laughing at the grunt he got in return. Eventually he stopped the massage, climbing off the boy and going to lay back down on the bed, half-sleepy but mostly content with how warm and comfortable it was in the room, and how he knew that Kai wasn't going to kill him anymore for waking him up. "Mine's red."
The implication didn't fly over Kai's head- he glanced up, eyes lidded, and smirked lazily, not resisting when Brooklyn scooted over, curling closer and kissing his forehead. "'Cause you're a sap," Kai said, and there was a hint of warmth in his smirk now.
Brooklyn snickered, tangling their legs together and closing his eyes, knowing he wouldn't be able to sleep right then, but content to lay there for a while, brushing fingers through Kai's soft two toned hair and musing on what he'd make for breakfast in a few hours.
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author's note:
just some mindless fluff upon the world (because it needed more). reviews would be loved and adored to unbelievable extent.