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the weight of Abed's sleeping body is warm and heavy, draped over Troy's chest. Troy's eyes are half closed as he stares at the ceiling, close enough on the top bunk that he could reach up and trail his fingers over the glow in the dark stars above him. those were such a good idea, Troy thinks, watching the faint green glow twinkle in his sleepy haze.
he hummed quiet nonsense to himself, absently stroking Abed's hair. it's very soft, not straightened like it usually is in the day time, all curly around his ears. he's very pretty. it's that weird time of early morning where the outside is all light and grey and everything's quiet and the moon is just barely illuminating your boyfriend's perfect face-
okay, maybe this experience isn't as universal as Troy thought. he traces his hands on Abed's arm, drawing over the spaceships and aliens on the green fabric.
Abed makes an adorable sort of grumbling sound, nuzzling into Troy's shoulder sleepily. "why are you awake?" he murmurs. "it's night time..."
"just thinking..." Troy replies, still looking up at the ceiling. one of the stars had fallen off, there was a bit of blue-tack still there. he found himself staring at it for probably too long, enjoying the quiet sensation of Abed's hands blindly tracing his sides in the dark.
"you can think tomorrow. or... today, I guess. after you sleep," Abed reaches up and strokes Troy's face clumsily, not bothering to lift his head to look. Abed's fingers are bony and poke into his cheeks, but Troy still grins and kisses Abed's hand, anyways.
"don't wanna sleep... it's saturday!!" Troy groans, but if he let himself close his eyes then he's sure he would fall asleep straight away. "maybe we should just stay awake instead." being awake with Abed is far more fun.
Abed yawns, but sits up slightly, turning to face Troy. "maybe we should."
Troy beams and kicks his feet, pulling Abed into a rib-crushing hug. "you don't have to... I don't want you to be tired tomorrow."
"no, I want to. I'd rather be tired with you than... I don't know. I'm already tired." Abed giggles, resting his head on Troy's chest.
Troy's voice is quiet and he stumbles over his words, "you're very... you're very pretty, Abed, aren't you? all... pretty." he traces his hands over the shape of Abed's face, over his jaw, his cheekbones, his nose, his lips. "I love you, Abed." it spills out of his mouth involuntarily, but he can't bring himself to care. maybe he's too tired, maybe he's too happy. he can't bring himself to care.
"I love you too, Troy." Abed says it so casually, as if it's not the most amazing five words ever spoken. Troy's hands are warm, and he leans into his touch.
"that's... you have no idea how awesome that is. you're so awesome."
"you're the... you're the awesomest person. ever..." Abed yawns, rubbing his sleep-crusted eyes.
Troy stretches, his back cracking and his toes reaching over the edge of the bunk bed. "if I'm the awesomest person... then you must be some kinda... magical elf man." the words feel familiar but he can't remember from when. it's true, though.
Abed twists around, kissing Troy quickly on the lips. there's silence for a while, before he says, "we should make special drink."
Troy widens his eyes, "you can do that at night time??"
Abed grins, and it's a cliché but Troy swears there's a twinkle in his eye. "we can do whatever we want."
as it turns out, what they want is Troy sitting on the counter in the half dark, watching, hypnotized, as Abed makes them special drink. he's smiling, content. it's a nice view... his hair's all fluffy from sleep, moonlight bouncing off his perfect skin. Abed hands him the mug, one of their special ones. he lifts himself up onto the counter next to Troy, head on his shoulder, thighs pressed together.
they sip their special drink in silence.
it's nice.
that's a lie.
it's the most perfect thing that's ever happened.
"sorry I woke you up." Troy murmurs into his mug.
"you're the most amazing person I've ever met." Abed replies quietly.