Marshmallow –
"What in the world could you not have the nerve to suggest?" Will demanded. "Considering some of the things we have done, some of them even illegal. Spill!"
"Well …"
"I mean, the mind boggles. What would be so out there, so perverted that –"
"It's not perverted!"
"Then why wouldn't you tell me? I've been up for anything you've ever suggested, even if it's not my thing."
"You'll laugh."
"Maybe." Will's eyebrows drew down. "Wait, is it not a what, but a who? Someone that you lust after that you can't tell me? Or maybe a type of –"
"Zhesh, Will, just stop!"
Will folded his arms impatiently.
Don rubbed the back of his neck. "Sometimes … after a particular kind of day …" He felt his face grow hot. "Do you ever feel like … like … just cuddling?"
Will's hand flew to cover his mouth. Still, a snicker escaped, then he was full-out laughing. "Oh my god, Don Eppes, super Feeb, ladies' man, alpha male, wants to cuddle?"
Don glared at him. "Just sometimes."
Will reached out to wrap his arms around him. "Come here, my cuddly-wuddly."
Don smacked his hands away. "Said you'd laugh."
"C'mon," Will tugged him into a hug. "C'mon, my little smookie-boo."
Don had to smile. "Smookie-boo?"
"Come lie down and cuddle with me, my big, tough man with the marshmallow filling."
Don grumbled, but let Will lie down and pull him into his arms.
"This is nice," Don said, snuggling closer.
"Yeah, this is nice," Will agreed.
A pause.
"Really nice," Don said.
"Yeah."
Another moment of silence.
Don cleared his throat. "How about sex tonight, cuddle tomorrow?"
"Oh, thank god," Will breathed. He ran his hand down Don's chest. "You should go get your handcuffs."
Don grinned. "You read my mind."
