Hoorah. D: I'm actually sticking to my goal and updating this.
Kay, so here's something simple and sweet I hope.
Nightmares and Body Heat
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Stan was awoken by a yelp and a sudden intake of breath. He stirred, slightly aware of the fact that his bed companion was now sitting upright.
"Shit, man." Kyle grunted, his head resting against his knees.
Although he was achy, exhausted, and was having a hard time opening his eyes, Stan lifted himself up with a grunt.
Kyle was wearing blue plaid flannel pajama pants, his torso bare so that Stan could faintly see the tattoo that wound up the side of his chest through the darkness.
Kyle swore into his arms, rocking back and forth slightly. Stan pulled himself up all the way and watched Kyle for a moment, appreciating his sleek, toned body. He couldn't see a whole lot in the dark light of his bedroom. Shelley's light was on, spilling in from the hallway and creating shadows on the walls.
Stan wondered vaguely what his sister was doing up in the middle of the night. The thought crossed his mind that she may have seen him and Kyle sleeping in the same bed, but he shrugged it off.
Stan sat all the way up and put a hand on Kyle's back. Kyle didn't stir at first, but after a few moments he leaned his body into Stan's. "Nightmare."
"Oh." Stan ran his hand down Kyle's back and nuzzled his neck. "You okay, man?"
"Yeah." Kyle twisted around to meet Stan's lips and gave him a lingering kiss.
A little pleasured sound escaped from Stan's parted lips as Kyle lay back down, pulling Stan with him. Kyle folded his arms around Stan's chest, his breath tickling Stan's neck.
They lay, sharing each other's body heat for a few minutes. Kyle was almost asleep again when Stan shifted, letting out a grunt. "What was the nightmare about?"
Kyle turned his face into Stan's pillow, even though he was grinning. "Losing you."
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