Elliot Knight was unsurprisingly cuddly. It was amidst the late night and Seymour Smith was nestled comfortably into Kyd Wykkyd's willowy torso, Elliot's lanky arms tenderly holding him closer. Of course, Kyd had fallen fast asleep already, humming softly but Seemore was still horribly wide awake, though pleasantly comfortable in his paste green pyjamas and without his useful helmet just as always, Elliot was in his usual dirty, old tank top and loose sleepwear shorts. Seymour was very relaxed obviously, but honestly he just couldn't go to sleep- his racing mind was buzzing impedingly, yet also wildly with his countless thoughts. Personally, he really didn't desire to be that emotional and physical mess right now. Kyd unconsciously nuzzled affectionately into the crook of Seymour's neck, eliciting a small giggle and a pretty blush from the other. Seemore sucked in a large, steadying breath and squirmed the other way so soon he was facing Elliot. Kyd seemed to stiffen before now nuzzling warmly into Seymour's smaller shoulder, humming quietly. Seemore frowned hesitantly.
"Ellie?,"he stammered tentatively, tenderly caressing Elliot's pale face.
Kyd merely sighed satisfiedly, gently kissing his smaller boyfriend's cheek unconsciously. Seymour delicately shook Elliot by his broader shoulders, gradually awakening the larger boy gently. Eventually, Kyd blinked wearily, mumbling incoherently. Soon, he softly gripped Seemore's face lovingly and pulled their forehead together gently, looking lethargic and bleary. Seymour smiled relaxedly, tenderly wrapping his thinner arms around Elliot's skinny waist. Kyd sighed pleasedly before curiously raising his eyebrow with a soft sparkle in his amber eyes. Elliot delicately rubbed his pale thumb along Seemore's blushing cheek.
"What tis this about, honey? Should be asleep,"he whispered tiredly.
"I can't sleep. I just can't seem to stop thinking about stuff and it's really annoying,"Seymour admitted meekly.
"Is there anything in particular bothering you, See?,"Kyd enquired anxiously, stiffening worriedly.
"No. Not really, honey. I guess it's just the stress and all of that. It's been pretty chaotic recently, with all these stupid missions and I sometimes wish we could actually do something that doesn't with 'Azarath Metrion Zinthos' or a birdarang,"Seemore blurted out eventually, huffing irritatedly at the end.
"I understand! But I need you to know that we don't have to stay here. We can go somewhere better, like in my apartment and we can live together, honey. Imagine waking up at any time you want, to do anything you want and to have no problems at all. I love you so much, you could be with me. And I'd be with you. We could be our own team,"Elliot said softly, looking intently at the other boy.
"I-I… I'm fine. As much as I like the idea of living with you, I want to be a better thief, okay, love?,"Seymour whimpered dolefully.
"But you don't have to be a better thief! You have me! We can steal together, just you and me, honey,"Kyd exclaimed cajolingly, scooting closer.
"No- I can't. We've had this for ages now. I'm happy here now Private is gone and you're here, love, I just want to stay here,"Seemore assured firmly.
"Well. If you're sure. But if you change your mind, I'll be more than willing, See,"Elliot sighed defeatedly, yet also with a knowing undercurrent to it.
"You say that as though I will,"Seymour replied pointedly, before softening lovingly,"I still can't sleep. Unlike you who looks like you can fall asleep whenever you want. Let's not forget that you once had a… nap from nine in the morning to six in the afternoon. And then went to bed at ten oclock. You know how boring it was to just see you mumble and squish me in one of your stupid hugs for hours on end?"
"Hey! I was really tired and sick, love! And anyway, don't you like my hugs?,"Kyd asked anxiously.
"Honey, no I love your hugs!,"Seemore stammered blushily as Elliot gratefully peppered his own face with small kisses.
"Okay, then, c'mere, Ellie,"Seymour sighed defeatedly, tenderly cupping Kyd's pale face in his smaller hands.
Elliot smiled pleasedly, shuffling forwards relaxedly, just as Seemore shook his head amusedly. Eagerly, Kyd soon pressed his own lips to Seymour's softly, feeling himself relax even further. Both of their weary minds banked entirely, simultaneous to the slight tension leaving their differing limbs. Seemore closed his unseeing eyes contentedly, tenderly massaging Elliot's broader shoulders, eliciting his taller boyfriend to practically collapse into his own scrawnier frame. Seymour giggled cheerfully, now finally sensing a trickle of mere fatigue. Eventually, they pulled apart, though unlike an almost entirely slumberous Kyd, he was still fairly awake. Kyd raised his eyebrow expectantly, smiling knowingly.
"I'm guessing I need to help you better, hmm, love?,"Elliot hummed playfully, leaning towards his smaller partner.
"Yeah. Think you will, Ellie,"Seemore teased gamesomely, entwining their hands together as he pulled Kyd closer eagerly.
"Sure,"Elliot smirked amusedly.
Subsequently, Kyd swiftly pulled Seymour into an affection kiss, pleasedly feeling Seemore lean forwards keenly, relishing the affectionate physicality. Eventually, Elliot reluctantly peeled away and immediately scooped Seymour up into his lanky arms in bridal style. Seemore beamed admiringly and melted into it, snuggling closely satisfiedly. He closed his unseeing eyes comfortably, a pleasant security washing over him swiftly, as he sigh contentedly, Kyd cradling him sweetly. The rhythmic, strong hold around him soon gently soothed him closer to unconsciousness, unlike what anyone other than Elliot Knight could do. Soon, Seymour fell asleep serenely cuddled up in Kyd's pale arms. Elliot Knight bit his pale lip lovingly and gazed reassuredly at Seemore's own muscles entirely untensed. He slowly, gently lowered them both so soon, he was comfortably underneath his thick duvet , Seymour Smith held tightly to his own lissom chest. Within mere seconds, the two boys were finally both fast asleep.