Chuck was to the point where he was forcing his eyelids to stay open. He just had to finish the chapter, then he could collapse into his bed until three in the evening again seeing that it was about 4 in the morning already. His fingers typed almost frantically. Damn it, he had only just started typing the chapter too. He was maybe one successful paragraph in and right after he saved his current progress when he heard the light patting of socked feet on hardwood floor. Two large arms draped over his shoulders "Save it." Sam's tired voice mumbled. "Wha...? No, n-not yet." Chuck's words slurred together as if he had been drinking, but he hadn't touched a bottle of whiskey in two days. "You can barely talk, you can write when you're fluent in English again." Sam saved the file himself and closed the laptop. "Come on, get up. You're going to bed." Chuck rubbed at his eyes. He forced himself up from his chair and held his robe close to his lazily clothed body.
Chuck shuffled up the stairs with Sam and collapsed into his bed. He couldn't imagine anything feeling more comfortable than that bed, then and there. Well, that was what he thought until Sam cuddled down under the sheets with him. He held his small frame closely, but gently. For such a large man he had the softest touch. Chuck easily nestled himself deeper into the embrace. Sam listened to his slow deep breathing. The poor thing fell asleep in seconds. Sam ran his hands up his back, over his neck, and through his hair. He played with his curls until he fell asleep with his lips resting on Chuck's forehead.