Benny Southstreet gazed into the bleary darkness. The blackened room was silent, except for the relentless ticking of a nearby clock, and Nicely Nicely Johnson's deep, rhythmic breathing from the other side of the bed. Both rather unfriendly reminders that he should have fallen asleep hours ago. Benny frowned and twisted himself onto his side, facing away from his boyfriend. He would be asleep, but he just couldn't get comfortable! Deciding his current position was still not the most favorable one, he threw himself quite forcefully onto his other side, sighing loudly.
"Benny! Quit movin'!" snapped Nicely.
"Sorry, Princess!" whispered Benny, "Did I wake you up?"
"Mm-hm." He mumbled, obviously unimpressed.
"Sorry Nice'; I can't sleep!"
"Yeah, I realized. Just try countin' sheep or somethin', okay?" he whispered, pulling the covers towards his side. And, coincidentally, away from Benny.
Said gambler frowned, tugging the blankets back towards him.
"Benny!" scolded the other man, turning around and resuming their tug-of-war.
"Nicely!" taunted the first, giving the blankets another sharp pull.
The skinny gambler sat up suddenly, growling as he attempted yet again to wrench the blankets out of Benny's hands.
But Southstreet only smiled in amusement, sitting up as well.
"Benny! This ain't funny!" Nicely grunted, pulling on the covers with all his might.
He giggled. "I sure finds it so."
"Well, I ain't laughin'!" He complained sourly.
Benny smiled somewhat naughtily, letting go of the blanket with one hand to tickle his boyfriend. Nicely couldn't retain his crazy laughter as he let go of the blankets in an attempt to fend off Benny's attacks. Benny chuckled as well, pushing the skinny gambler onto his back and tickling him further.
"S-stop! Benny, I can't take it no more! I can't breathe!" Nicely pleaded, still giggling wildly.
Benny smiled wider, moving his hands and gazing down at his lover.
Johnson panted heavily, bearing a grin that matched the other gambler's.
The dark-haired man reached down and unravelled the tangled mess that was the blankets, and spread them over the two of them. He lay back down, propping himself up on one elbow.
They stayed there, immobile and in silence for a moment, lovingly observing each other. Benny brushed a stray piece of Nicely's hair away from his forehead. He pressed his soft lips to the other man's temple, and then to his cheek. Johnson sighed deeply, closing his eyes.
"You sure like kissin' me, don't you, Benny?" He whispered.
"Mm-hm." mused the taller gambler, before touching his lips to his boyfriend's nose.
"That's good, 'cause I really love when you kiss me."
Benny Southstreet blushed slightly.
Nicely opened his eyes. "On the lips, please?"
Benny smirked a bit and complied, kissing his boyfriend gently. Nicely held him there, tasting his lover's welcoming sweetness until the need for air became apparent.
They both kept their eyes closed as Benny lay down beside Nicely, letting the skinny man snuggle close to him.
"I also love cuddlin' with you, Benny." he mumbled.
"I loves it too."
Southstreet let his hands wander down to the small of Johnson's back, pressing him as close as possible to his chest.
"You wanna know somethin'?" whispered Nicely, his lips brushing against Benny's neck as he spoke, "I even loves it when you tickle me. Or when you wake me up."
Benny smiled.
"I'm real sorry I woke you."
"It's okay. I loves it, remember?"
The taller man chuckled.
"Goodnight, baby. I love you." he mumbled.
"Goodnight. I love you, too."