The coffee was cold. The camper was cold. Everything was cold.
The only thing that wasn't cold inside the small space was the Sniper that Scout was curled up against.
Tonight was one of the few nights that Scout managed to sneak out of the main base to be with his lover and, dammit, was he glad that he did. He was surprised that the Australian could even sleep in this kind of weather considering where he was from. Scout just assumed that it was always blistering hot there. Hell, he should be the one used to the cold. Yet, the desert night is kicking his ass.
He shivered as he curled in on himself as he scooted closer to the taller man. Fuck this. Scout huffed and tried to get as close to the warm side as he possibly could. Eventually, the tiny man gave up in fear of waking up the bushman. He knew what would happen if he did wake him up, and he most definitely did not want that. Not after the last time when he walked out of the camper with a bright red hand mark on his face ( even though Sniper did apologize profusely and babied him for days afterwards).
Scout laid on his side with his face nearly pressed into his knees and his back to the other man's side. Maybe he can get his mind off the freezing air and finally fall asleep. He sighed and closed his eyes. All he could see was darkness as his mind drew a complete blank. Aw, come on! This one time I need a thought and I got nothin'? Scout growled quietly to himself and rubbed his eyes. He was tired, cold, and all he wanted was to fucking sleep. Finally, a thought came to his mind. His wish for warmth took his mind back to the summer in the year prior when he and Sniper took a trip to a nearby lake close to the current base. The two of them were there nearly all day swimming, cooking, and gathering all sorts of neat stuff in the area.
Sniper showed Scout how to catch bullfrogs and fish with his bare hands and a stick. Then Scout taught Sniper how to play some old children's games like hopscotch and kick the can since Sniper didn't really get to enjoy too much of that as a child. It was such a nice, warm day. That was the first day that Sniper had confessed to him which, in turn, made Scout confess right back.
Scout felt butterflies in his stomach. He smiled and snuggled the pillow under him. He still loves it. He cherishes the memory of that day. It was probably one of the best days of his life, and probably will be forever. The good feeling quickly turned tense when a long, strong arm wrapped around him and pulled the track star up against a warm, solid chest. Sniper let out a soft sigh and kissed Scout's ear.
"Go to bed, ya' ankle-biter..." He managed to grumble out.
Scout froze. He was awake this whole time? No. Then know did he know?
He relaxed again and turned to face the bushman's chest before curling up into it. He finally got the warmth he was looking for.
And dammit, there was no way in hell he was going to give it up.
"Okay."