I wrote this a while ago on tumblr. I might continue it, but not likely.
It is the dead of night and everything is still. The heat is sweltering, as it is the middle of summer and the trainee barracks have no form of air conditioning. The blankets in the boy's cabin have been thrown onto the floor, the boys too hot to even think about wrapping themselves in the thick wool.
Most of them are as far away from their bed partners as they can manage, as even the extra body heat would be too intense. Except for, that is, Marco and Jean.
The freckled teen has his face pressed into the taller teen's collar bone, his limbs wrapped around Jean's body in a fair imitation of an octopus. Jean's hand is cradling Marco's head, tangled in his soft black hair. the other is wrapped around Marco's waist.
Though they are both sweaty, sticky messes, they are both smiling.