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Baam woke up shivering in the sudden cold. Where are all the blankets? Still half-asleep, he groped around the bed, trying to find them. There was a grunt as he grabbed something–or rather, someone else.
Koon woke up when he felt like he was being grabbed. Immediately, his senses jolted him awake, as his own hand reached out reflexively, seizing the other person’s hand. He turned around, and upon realizing it was Baam, quickly let go.
“Sorry!” Baam apologized profusely, instantly drawing back.
“What are you doing?” Koon asked, the adrenaline quickly fading back into sleepiness. He let out a yawn.
“There’s no blankets, and I’m a little cold.” It was clearly an understatement. From what Koon could see, Baam was shivering violently in the cold air, and while Koon was used to sleeping in colder temperatures, even he was starting to feel it now that he was more or less awake.
“Then where are the blankets?” His gaze settled on the sleeping alligator behind them, who seemed to have taken all their blankets during the night. Under the mound of white was a snoring Rak. “……oh.”
After several fruitless attempts to get at least one blanket dislodged from under Rak (that alligator was heavy ), both of them settled for freezing on the bed. Neither of them felt like getting up, despite the cold, as they tried to fall asleep again.
“H-hey Koon?” Baam started awkwardly, still shivering. “Can I…ummm…”
“What?” Koon said with slight annoyance, having started to fall asleep.
“Can I…umm…cuddle with you?” There was an awkward silence that followed. Just as Baam was about to declare it a lost cause and to just forget about it, Koon spoke.
“Sure.” Koon wasn’t sure why he was letting Baam do it. If anyone else had asked him, he definitely would’ve refused. He allowed Baam to snuggle up against him, his breath lightly blowing strands of his blue hair away from his face. He stiffened as Baam reached out, ever so lightly caressing his cheek.
“Thank you," Baam said, as he relaxed beside Koon. Koon buried his face into his pillow, trying to cover the blush that had started to spread across his face.
“Whatever,” he muttered into the pillow. Although he had to admit, it wasn’t like this was uncomfortable . It was actually quite nice. Suddenly, he felt something lightly brush his hair, as he tensed up from the touch. He turned back around to face Baam, who was playing with his hair.
“You’re hair is so soft…” Baam commented, twirling it around his finger, before letting it go.
Koon frowned. Most times, he rarely let anyone touch his hair, much less play with it. But for some reason…
Just this once, he told himself. I’ll let it go.
“We should get up soon,” he said, starting to lift himself off the bed.
Baam pulled him back. “I don’t want to.”
Koon flopped back down on the bed with a sigh. Baam smiled, hugging him close. Koon had to admit, although Baam had said he was cold, he was actually quite warm. He could get used to this.
There was a loud, sudden snore from Rak, as he turned over. Immediately, Koon reached over Baam, quickly grabbing a loose blanket from the gator before he could flip over again. He threw it over Baam. “Here. Now can I get up?”
“No.” Baam pulled Koon under the blanket, throwing it over both of them. “I’m still cold.”
“You’ll warm up in a moment,” Koon argued back, trying to escape Baam’s gentle but tight, vise-like grip. He struggled for a moment, before giving up and laying down next to him. “Why?”
“I think you could use the rest,” Baam said. He hugged Koon from under the blanket. “Besides, we don’t have anything important to do today.”
“You don’t,” Koon countered. “But I do have some stuff I want to get done.”
“It can wait.”
“But–”
“No.” Baam still held him tightly by the waist, preventing any chance of escape.
Finally, Koon surrendered up any chance of him getting any of his plans done today, and let himself fall limp next to Baam. “Fine. You win.” He closed his eyes, trying to fall asleep again. The blanket covering them had started to warm them up, and the cold no longer bothered either of them.
It was silent for a moment.
Then Koon leaned forwards, pecking his lips on Baam’s forehead lightly. Baam blushed. “W-What was that for?”
“A sign of affection,” Koon replied. “And for making me go through all this effort to relax.”
“Well, then…” Baam touched his lips to Koon’s forehead as well, mimicking what Koon had done.
Koon’s eyes widened, before he looked away, his face burning. I was not expecting him to do that.
“You’re cute when you’re flustered like that,” Baam chuckled.
Koon blushed an even darker shade of red, mumbling something incoherent into his pillow. Baam snuggled closer, a soft smile on his face.
“I hate you,” Koon said, although there was no venom in his voice.
“Sure.”
They both fell asleep, in the other’s embrace.