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It wasn't every night that Hiyori couldn't manage to fall into sweet torpor with his head resting on the mulberry silk sheet of his pillow, or with his body embraced by his precious café au lait-tinted linen blankets, or with his eyes shielded from any speck of moonlight by the soft silk of his golden sleeping mask.
Hiyori wasn't accustomed to not receiving the sweet, satisfying kiss of Morpheus when he willed to, and it bothered him like an itch under the skin, the way his tossing and turning around in the comfortable bed wasn't offering him the desired relief. If anything, the sound of soft snoring coming from the other side of the room annoyed him to no end, knowing that his Jun needed not but a pair of sweatpants and some warm, generic blanket to find the precious comfort he was seeking.
Hiyori liked to blame it on the fact he wasn't currently in his own room. Ever since the moment Kohaku left his and Jun's shared bedroom for a short trip to Shanghai, Hiyori had taken the liberty of moving into the dorm - much to Jun's dismay - and had had the younger man remove, clean, set up, iron and scent the new bedsheets he was to lay on for the following nights.
All coddled up in his familiar comforter and protected from the whisky chill of that wintry night, Hiyori had expected to find a resemblance of the comfort he never had any issue receiving in his own bedroom - relief which he found not, for reasons he couldn't quite place.
Deciding he has had enough of it, the pastel-green-haired man sat up with a pout on his rosy face and a useless sleep mask resting on top of his forehead. Turning to the side, he placed his naked feet on the floor - just to suppress a yelp at the illegal chill that seized his body and the detestable feeling of freezing wood under his soles.
What absolutely foul, terrible weather!
Leaving all his rationality behind him along with his sheets, Hiyori wandered barefoot in the dark room, tiptoeing his way on the cold parquet and stopping only a few centimetres away from the side of Jun's mattress.
Here his partner lay, sleeping like a baby with an arm supporting the back of his head and unaware of Hiyori's inner turmoil. He kept looking at the younger boy with envious eyes, hugging himself to prevent cold from seeping into his bones. Jun seemed so comfortable and deep in his sleep, with nothing but a heavy blanket hugging the lower half of his body, leaving all the hard ridges and the naked V of his pelvis out and exposed in the ai-
Hiyori moved his eyes to the side, ashamed of having indulged in such a sight. Oh, at least some warmth returned to his cheeks.
But his attention was snapped back to Jun as soon as the dark-haired man mumbled something under his breath. He knew it was unsettling, but the more he looked at Jun, the more something inside him seemed to be screaming, begging him to join the sleeping figure and snuggle close, close to his body until he found the torpor he desired.
Could Hiyori do that? No.
But would Hiyori have gone anywhere if he had applied such a logic throughout his life? Definitely not.
Before he could think twice about it, he hastily placed a knee on the mattress, bending it under his weight as he crawled his way over the free spot near Jun. If he moved as quietly as possible, he was sure that the blue-haired man wouldn't have noticed anything out of place and he would have been able to leave in the morning before Jun could-
"...Ohii...san...? I- what are you doing...?"
The sudden sound of that husky, croaked voice nearly gave Hiyori a heart attack right then and there. Damn Jun-kun and his light sleep. He could only play it confidently now.
"Lower your voice Jun-kun, will you? Your Ohii-san just couldn't sleep on Kohaku's bed, so I hope you don't mind~"
"-ddamn, it's...it's two in the morning-"
"Hush hush, I won't let out a peep, so you better scoot over!"
Jun groaned like a wounded dog when he realized Hiyori had no intention of letting go, and he definitely wouldn’t have gone back to his bed. Wordlessly, he raised the blanket over his body, a silent invitation for Hiyori to get under and join him now before he could change his mind.
The sickeningly dazzling smile and glistening eyes Hiyori sent his way made Jun both roll his eyes and blush sweetly at the spoiled noble.
Once Hiyori took his place on the quilt, the younger man hurried to cover both of them with the comforter, keeping a small but safe distance between their bodies to not make things more awkward than they already were.
"You can sleep here tonight, just don't bother me, alright Ohii-san~?"
"Why of course, I know my precious puppy has an interview tomorrow! Sleep well Jun-kun~"
"Hm, 'night."
With a final, low grumble, it took not but two mere minutes for the younger man to fall asleep once again and release soft, tranquil snores in the night awaiting them. Light sleeper and fast asleep. Oddly convenient, Hiyori thought, he couldn't but feel impressed.
Minutes which felt like an eternity passed between a huffed breath and another, and Hiyori soon realized that even with someone else keeping him company in bed, even with the soothing silence and quiet breaths filling the moon-illuminated bedroom, he couldn't find it in himself to sleep a wink. There was still that itch, persevering under the glow of his skin whenever he acknowledged the boy sleeping beside him. The lack of contact between their bodies reminded him of bitter loneliness, a desire to love and to be eternally loved back. Hiyori shuffled a bit under the covers, sighing in annoyance before he let his fingers curl loosely around Jun's bicep.
"Jun-kun...hey, Jun-kun?"
Jun felt like he could have cried.
"What-"
"Hold me."
Jun’s chest heaved once. Twice. Thrice. Blinking himself back to consciousness, his mind took a double turn at the borderline longing - despair - dripping from his partner's words. With his head turned towards the source of that voice, he saw Hiyori looking at him expectantly under a curtain of long, drooping eyelashes. The moonlight was shining directly over his fine features, his round cheeks, his thin jaw, his amber-crystal eyes, and Jun suddenly found himself lost, not knowing what to give attention to first.
"What?" He repeated unintelligently. Hiyori's brows furrowed with impatience.
"Hold me, Jun-kun."
“Why would I...hold you?"
"I am cold."
Oh. So this was what it was all about - Hiyori pestering and teasing him to satisfy his own selfish needs. Typical.
"I-I'm not going to...hold you just because you're cold, Ohii-san. Why would you even ask me something like that?"
Another thing which Hiyori wasn't used to: rejection.
It settled like venom down the pits of his stomach, burning bile in his throat at the mere thought of someone not cherishing him the way he deserved to. Because Hiyori worked long and hard to perfect the sunshine, carefree facade he put on to make sure he would be loved by anybody. Because the idea of someone not seeing him as worthy of their time and love brought unshed tears to the sockets of his eyes, ignited infernos in his lungs.
If Hiyori was previously looking at the ceiling, waiting to be held by Jun, he was now giving his back to him, pretending he wasn't as hurt as he was and playing it all down as some dramatic whim.
"You make it sound like I just asked you to murder someone for me~ ease up a little Jun-kun, will you? I should have expected a boorish person like you couldn't even follow an order as simple as this– what disappointing weather!"
Sazanami was more than ready to rebut with his own share of logic, but he caught himself from doing so at the broken, creaky sound with which the last sentence left Hiyori’s lips. His dark eyebrows bent downwards in concern. Turned as he was, Jun couldn't see what kind of expression overtook Hiyori's face, but he could see the soft, imperceptible trembling of his shoulders, the quiet, laboured breathing that Hiyori was trying to conceal, the sheets being tugged and grabbed tightly in Hiyori's hold. But more than anything, Jun knew that Hiyori's pride was a few seconds away from making him stand up, leave him and go back to his bed.
And Jun could have simply left it at that. He could have simply waited for Hiyori to snap out of whatever childish tantrum he was having until he decided to leave his bed and finally let Jun sleep with no more disturbances.
It could have been so easy…but it was impossibly hard, and the more Jun took into Hiyori's ragged breathing, the more his heart clenched guiltily at the knowledge he had deprived him of what he had asked for.
Jun hated himself for being able to read Hiyori so well.
Sighing heavily, Jun turned fully so that he could face the other's back. He knew Hiyori was completely awake, and he was only pretending to be asleep so that he could promptly ignore him, like a cat who feels betrayed by its owner's lack of attention.
"Ohii-san," he murmured, testing the waters.
"..."
Jun wasn't surprised by the absence of a response.
"Ohii-san."
He licked his lips, uncertain of the actions that were to follow. Slowly, tentatively, Jun extended an arm in the air and wrapped his fingers around Hiyori's midsection. A sharp gasp resonated from the front. Jun could feel Hiyori's stomach jump against his palm, but he didn't give the latter time to question him. Securing his hand tightly around his waist, Jun carefully dragged Hiyori across the bed and close to himself, sensing no sort of opposition from his partner. He swallowed hard at the feeling of Hiyori's clothed back slotting perfectly into his naked chest, and his arm soon slid forward to cage Hiyori whole, pressing him impossibly tight against himself. Jun was pretty sure the other man could feel his heartbeat thump loud and clear against his shoulder blades, the way it skyrocketed when Hiyori let out a breathy exhale and snuggled himself closer to Jun.
"Is this okay?" Jun murmured into his hair, although Hiyori's reactions spoke louder than words.
"Yes."
Feeling the man relax in his arms, Jun relaxed as well. Hiyori wasn't joking when he said he was cold - the boy was downright freezing, a stark contrast to the literal furnace that was Jun's body. Taking the liberty to warm him up, the blue-haired man tangled their legs together under the blankets. He heard a quiet but pleasant giggle leave Hiyori's mouth, a taunting and sweet one, the kind of chuckle that made Jun want to bury his face in his hands and wonder why it evoked such feelings within him. Resting his face into those unnaturally soft, greeny locks, Jun inhaled some of the scent of that expensive shampoo Hiyori used - peach...or vanilla? He didn't know what it was, he just knew that it smelled heavenly, and that he wanted to bask in the white curve of Hiyori's nape forever.
"Good night, Jun-kun."
"Good night, Ohii-san."
Sleep had never felt lovelier.