It was your average day in Motorcity, well, actually it was night...And Chuck couldn't wait to get to bed, there was just one problem.
"MIKEY!" Chuck yelled, late one night.
"W-what?" Mike asked, rubbing his eyes, not too happy about being woken up at 3am.
"Where's my pillow?" Chuck snapped.
"I took it." Mike smiled, knowing exactly what he wanted to happen.
"Why?" Chuck argued.
"I needed an excuse."
"For?"
And with that, Chuck went from his top bunk, to being held tightly agaisnt Mike's chest.
"Mikey?" Chuck asked slowly, trying to ignore the sound of Mike's heart beating next to his ear.
"What, you said you didn't have a pillow, well, now you do." Mike smiled down at Chuck, tracing small circles on the blonde's back.
"Really?"
"Yup."
"..."
"..."
"Alright, I'm ok with that." Chuck said, closing his eyes, and nuzzling Mike's chest. Mike was always taking his pillow, just so they could cuddle. Leaning over, Mike kissed Chuck's head.
"Night." He held the programmer tighter, feeling his chest rise and fall with every breath, his heart beating slowly against his.
'Damn,' Mike though, 'Chuck's pretty cute when he sleeps.'
A/N: So all you slashmobers, and Muck fans out there, I got a challenge for you! The Pillow Challenge! Write a story involving Chuck being without a pillow, and Mike wanting to 'help out'. Enjoy! THANKS FOR READING!
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