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Steven stares at the ceiling, wringing his hands.
Marc snaps, lying next to him, “Go to sleep.”
“I can’t just go to sleep.”
“Why not?”
“‘Cause I’m thinking.”
“Well, stop.”
Steven scoffs. “A+ advice Marc, really. That’s super helpful.”
“Okay, well, I’m going to sleep.” Marc turns away and tugs the covers up with finality.
Steven looks over and suddenly feels the worst he has all night. His thoughts go silent. Cold. Empty.
Alone.
His lips move. “Marc?”
Marc grunts.
“Can you um. Can you… is it… can you…?”
The bed creaks as Marc faces him again. Steven winces at his searching gaze and looks down at the covers, flushing pink. “Nevermind. It was ridiculous. It’s nothing.”
Marc slowly reaches out.
Steven’s breath hitches as Marc’s heavy arm curls around his waist, fingers digging into his side. And he yelps as Marc drags him close until they’re chest to back.
Steven stares at the wall, hyper aware of the hard planes of Marc’s warm chest, the contour of his stomach through the thin sleep shirt, the way their legs tangle, and Marc’s hot breath in the crook of his shoulder.
Marc murmurs in his ear, loud from how close they are, “This is what you wanted. Right?”
Steven nods, struck silent.
Marc’s arm tightens a little over his stomach, and his voice rumbles against his skin. “Now go the fuck to sleep.”
“Right. Yeah. Goodnight, Marc.”
“Night.”
Marc’s breath eventually evens out, warm and rhythmic and wonderful.
Steven stays awake for as long as he can.