Slash September: Terry Boot

Sewing 101: blanket, gone, sky blue

Piñata: easy, Ravenclaw

Insane House Challenge: "Can't Hurry Love"

Back to School: "There's a boy in my bed."

Feline, American Shorthair: Write about someone who likes to talk

Trope of the Month, bed sharing: blanket

Book Club, Wade: "You want me to hold you? Is that what you're saying?", serious, threatening someone

Showtime, Think of Me: "Can it be?"

Arcade, Rogue the Bat: white, smirking, "Hey there, pretty boy."

Lowdown: "That's rough, buddy."

Film Festival: "Be quiet. You're starting to annoy me."

Word Count: 435


"But mama said you can't hurry love."


"Hey there, pretty boy. There's a boy in my bed."

"And now there's one in mine," Terry says with an amused quirk of his lips. "Can it be? Is there a trend here?"

Anthony lays in his Terry's bed, offering him an apologetic smile as he he pulls his white and sky blue blanket aside and making room for Terry. Terry considers for a moment, his cheeks growing warm. He and Anthony have spent a good part of the past four years flirting, dancing around the obvious.

"I think it's a first year who got turned around trying to find his dorm," Anthony adds.

"That's rough, buddy." Terry tugs awkwardly at the collar of his shirt, clearing his throat. "I'm sure he'll be gone soon."

Anthony shrugs. "Coming to bed?"

Terry can't find a reason not to. He remembers having sleepovers as a kid and sharing a bed. There's nothing strange about it. The fact that he fancies Anthony doesn't have anything to do with his sudden nervous..

"You want me to hold you? Is that what you're saying?" he asks with a smirk, amazed that he sounds so confident. Merlin knows he's shaking inside.

"Just get in bed."

Terry doesn't have to be told twice. He climbs into bed, keeping a careful distance. Anthony doesn't even try to pretend; he moves closer, resting his head on Terry's chest.

"How come we've never done this?" Anthony asks, shifting so that his dark eyes meet Terry's. "I mean… We both like each other, right? So… Why?"

"Can't rush these things."

"Four years," Anthony chuckles. "Not exactly rushing it, is it?" He squirms again, turning his attention to the ceiling. "I'm serious. Why are we like this? We should just date already, don't you think?"

"You're in a chatty mood tonight."

"You're avoiding the question," Anthony counters. "Have you ever noticed you do that? Like… a lot."

"It's nearly midnight. If you don't let me sleep, I swear I throw you out and make you sleep on the floor," Terry grumbles, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"That's not very nice. You wouldn't dare."

"Be quiet. You're starting to annoy me."

Anthony chuckles. When Terry turns to look at him, the other boy just smirks. "Make me."

With a shrug, Terry captures Anthony's lips in a kiss. It's strange how relieved he feels when their lips finally meet, and he can't help but smile.

Maybe it's been four years; maybe they've been tiptoeing around it, never daring to give it a chance. But maybe the wait has been worth it.