Roger didn't really wake up as the bed shifted, knew automatically who it was and rolled over to curl around him, Mark's skin cold against his. "Hey."
Mark nuzzled against his shoulder. "Hey."
"Awful cold out," Roger commented quietly. He kissed Mark's forehead and rubbed his arms, frowning a little at how chilly his skin was under his hands. "You're freezing."
"Yeah, well." Mark lay there for a moment before he shifted and pressed back against Roger, skin to skin and as close as he could get. "But you can always warm me up," he suggested with a slow smile.