Cuddling somewhere
"Ian! Open the door!" Francis knocked on his redheaded friend's door three times hurriedly. His feet were freezing since he hadn't put on socks and the fact that it was the middle of winter and he had only pajama pants on didn't help. He couldn't go back in his room since the he had accidentally locked himself out and Gilbert was a heavy sleeper. As much as he hated to say it he needed Ian's help.
When he didn't get an answer immediately, he banged on the door harder, satisfied when he heard a slam and loud swearing. A moment later Ian's door swung open violently and Ian was in the doorway, looking very pissed off.
"You better have a good reason for waking me up in the middle of the night." Francis, despite his dilemma, chuckled knowing full well that at any moment Ian could and probably would slam the door in his face.
"Hello to you too~. Can I come in?"
"Why?" Tell the truth or lie?
"Because I wanna sex you up." As soon as the words were out of his mouth the door was slammed shut in his face. "I was kidding! Gilbert's asleep and I'm locked out! Let me in!" There was a moment of silence then the door opened again.
"Fine. Hurry up and come in before I change my mind." Francis grinned and walked in, moving to plop down on Ian's bed. "You sleep on the floor. Here's a pillow." Ian tossed him a pillow and Francis frowned.
"But the floor is cold! I wanna sleep in the bed!" Ian shook his head and Francis pouted stubbornly. Deciding he wasn't going to be sleeping on the ground without a fight, he jumped into Ian's bed and burrowed under the covers, not stopping until his entire body was enveloped in warmth.
"Hey!" Ian climbed into the bed after him and snatched back his cover pulling Francis along until the much smaller blonde was practically laying on his chest. Both of them froze in shock and for a moment neither of them moved unless they somehow moved closer. Ian sighed and wrapped his arm around Francis' waist, surprising the blonde.
"Don't get the wrong idea. I'm only doing this because I'm tired and you won't move. And because it's really warm like this." Francis nodded and decided he was too warm to move or protest . With a small sigh he pressed closer into Ian's chest, falling asleep once he was warm.