A/N: *Creepy Moriarty voice* Did you miss me?

But yeah I hath returned. If you care at all, Broseph and the Gay Coat went pretty well kind of. I was too fabulous for the show's own good, of course.

I am not an egomaniac.

Well yeah so this chapter is really short, hope you don't mind… It's set up for what's to come. hehe

Also, cuddles.

Oh and just to clear things up for the people who asked: yes, Benny and Nicely DID have sex last chapter. No, Nicely is NOT pregnant with Benny's child. And no, I will NOT be writing a smutty companion piece to TBANC about their… nightly exploit. Just sayin'.

And I AM keeping TBANC T-rated.

Other than that, all I have to say is: thank you, DoingNicely, for all your reviews n' stuff. You seem pretty cool.

Enjoy!

-Von Babel

P.S. Pretty Boy is pretty.

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Nicely Southstreet woke to mid-morning light spilling through the bedroom window. He rubbed his eyes before opening them, turning his head towards the light. His husband of three days was already awake, standing at the other side of the room, looking out the window, his bare back facing Nicely. The younger man smiled, admiring the way his husband looked as he eclipsed the sunlight.

"'Morning, Benny," he greeted sleepily.

Benny turned around, smirking. "Good morning, my Princess," he replied, "Sleep well?"

"Mm-hm," he mumbled, stretching, before curling back up and adjusting the covers around his shoulders.

"Not gettin' up?"

Nicely shook his head. "Warm."

Benny sighed. "You want me to come in with you, don't ya?"

Nicely smiled, nodding.

Benny rolled his eyes, but returned the smile and walked over to climb back into bed. Before he was even under the covers, Nicely pressed himself into Benny's bare chest, hugging him close. Benny laughed, arms finding their way around Nicely's shoulders as he made himself comfortable. Nicely closed his eyes, nuzzling as far as possible into Benny's embrace.

Benny kissed the top of Nicely's head. "God, I love you."

"Love you too, Benny," the other man said, voice muffled by his lover's chest.

They snuggled for a good five minutes before Benny spoke.

"Should we get up?" he asked.

"No," said the younger man, tightening his hold on Benny, "we don't have no place to go, anyways."

"True."

There was another moment of silence.

"Nice'," the taller man started, "ain't that a problem?"

"What?"

"That we don't have no place to go."

"So?"

"Ever since Nathan got married, we've been unemployed."

"Oh…"

"Yeah. And we're gonna start feelin' it soon."

Nicely squirmed out of Benny's arms, sitting up.

Benny smirked. "Wow, big enough issue for you to reject a cuddle?"

"There are more important things than cuddles right now, Benny!"

Benny smirked. "Never thought I'd hear that from you."

Nicely shot him a disapproving glare.

The older man chuckled, sitting up as well.

"So, what are we gonna do?" asked Nicely.

Benny shrugged. "Get jobs."

"Where?"

"Doesn't matter."

Nicely grimaced. "I can't stand the thought of workin' like a normal person…"

"Hm… Me neither," Benny replied.

"Why did Nathan have to stop runnin' the crap game? Everything was perfect how it was."

"Yeah, it sure was. And now we've got a bunch of sad gamblers with nowhere to play."

"Yeah." Nicely leaned his head on Benny's shoulder, nuzzling his neck.

"Nicely, you know—"

"—Shut up, I'm thinking."

"Okay."

Suddenly, Nicely lifted his head, smiling. "Benny, I have an idea!"

"What?"

"We could run a crap game ourselves!"

Benny laughed. "You think?"

"Of course! We've worked for Nathan long enough; we know exactly what to do!"

"Hm…"

"Come on, Benny. We should at least give it a try!"

Benny smiled. "I suppose we could. Anything to avoid a regular job…"

Nicely smiled back. "Great! It's decided, then!"

"So it is."

Nicely excitedly bounced out of bed.

"Whoa, Nicely, where are you goin' in such a hurry?"

The shorter man turned to his husband. "The Southstreet crap game needs plannin'! There's no time to lose!"

Benny pouted slightly. "Can't you stay and cuddle for just ten more minutes?"

Nicely smiled. "Of course." He climbed into bed, resuming his earlier position with his face buried in Benny's chest.

Benny adjusted his arms slightly around his lover. "Comfy?"

Nicely hummed in affirmation.

"Nicie, there ain't really anything more important that cuddles."

"Never thought I'd hear that from you."