I figured I'd post two just to get this shit going... I wrote this one a while ago, but I still like it. I realize it's kinda similar to the last one, I guess I'm just in the mood for cuddles tonight. This one in an EngIre one, because the thirst is also strong with this pairing.
Arthur stroked the carrot-coloured locks of the man snoozing on his shoulder. A content smile playing on his lips as the owner of said locks mumbled something and curled up closer to the warm body he was lying against. Arthur ran his fingers over the lightly flushed cheeks coated with tiny ginger freckles, leaning forward to brush his lips over them.
Blinking his eyes open blearily, Seamus chuckled, his lips twisting into a smile, "Jumping a guy while he's sleeping, Artie? What happened to chivalry?"
Arthur wrinkled his nose, tilting his head in consideration, "I had planned to wake you eventually. And I doubt you'd have been much opposed."
Seamus leaned up to press a short kiss to the corner Arthur's lips, "'s not the point. But I would have liked to sleep longer, you are unnaturally comfortable."
"I didn't know that when we first met you'd make a habit out of sleeping on my shoulder." Arthur chuckled, his fingers twisting through Seamus' sleep-tangled knots.
"I buy the drinks, I get a place to nap, that's the deal."
Arthur smiled lazily, "I don't remember agreeing to that."
After another wide yawn, Seamus laid his head down on Arthur's shoulder again, kicking his legs over Arthur's lap and curling into his body. "It's in the small print." He said, closing his eyes.
"Is it now?" Arthur asked, tracing the freckles on Seamus' arm absentmindedly, and really there were too many to call it tracing, but he liked to think that's what he was doing.
Seamus just hummed out a note in the affirmative.
With a breath of laughter, Arthur laid his head down on top of Seamus', and closed his rather suddenly heavy eyelids. It wasn't long until they both fell asleep.
When they woke up, they both had terrible cricks in their necks, but that was fine.
