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It’s not as though Phinks and Feitan haven’t shared a bed before.
Still, Phinks is pleasantly surprised to wake up to find the small transmuter in his arms.
The motel room they’d found last night had only had one bed, something they didn’t think twice about especially after having had a few drinks. They were too tired to do anything more than crash.
Phinks allows his embrace around Feitan to tighten ever so slightly, where the shorter man lies curled up between his arms, his back to Phinks’s front. The morning sunlight that filters through the thin curtains falls on Feitan’s pale, ironically delicate face. Ironic that such a powerhouse of a man could be contained in such a small frame, not to mention that he could look so peaceful.
Phinks knows Feitan doesn’t let anyone else sleep with him. For whatever reason, Phinks is the exception to that rule. Call it long-term friendship– after all, they’ve been inseparable since they were kids. Whatever the reason, Phinks feels a spark of glowing pride. No one else gets to see Fei like this.
His hair smells nice. Black and shiny, without any sort of order but still managing to look just right, effortlessly. Not like Phinks’s, which always needs gel.
Feitan’s hair smells like rain and fire. Like something burning that refuses to go out.
Phinks pulls himself just a bit closer to his friend. Good, to have him in his arms like this. It doesn’t happen too often.
Feitan’s eyes open and his eyebrows lower. “You think sappy thoughts, I leave,” he hisses menacingly from within Phinks’s embrace.
“Shut up, drama queen,” Phinks grumbles, hugging him tighter.