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Third Person POV
It was quite the cold night.
The occasional harsh breeze could be heard from outside, forcefully blowing past the trees outside. The rooftops of the houses were covered in a gradually growing blanket of white snow. The worst part was that the hotel they were staying at for tonight had no heater.
Sid was in his room, quietly shivering and trying to keep himself warm with the few thin blankets the shitty hotel provided them with. He was also trying to fall asleep, but was unable to, due to continuing to tremble from the cold. It was about now that he wished he shared a room.
He originally had thought he had gotten lucky, being the only one out of the nine not having to share the room with another band member— he wouldn't have to worry about waking up to noisy snoring or someone else hogging the blankets— but now he would have appreciated the extra warmth.
The DJ continued to lay there, still shivering. He tried to curl himself up into a ball in order to trap as much heat as possible, to no avail.
Eventually, he sat up and got up from the bed, still shivering. He started thinking about what he could do to try and stay warm, and that's when he had an idea.
He was going to go to Chris' room.
He quietly snuck out of his room, reluctantly leaving his blanket behind in his own room, but keeping the warm, oversized hoodie he was wearing, slipping into the dimly-lit hallway of the hotel.
It was around one-thirty in the morning, so Sid did his best to be as silent as possible, as to not wake up any of the other guys— if they could even sleep through the cold, that is.
His destination was only two or three doors down, so it wasn't too far. But still, the air in the hallway was somehow more colder than the already-freezing air in his room. He mumbled an inaudible string of curses to himself, before he finally reached Chris' door.
He raised a hand, about to knock, only stopping when a thought popped into his head.
'Would he even be awake at this time?'
He highly doubted it, so instead, he reached into his pocket, digging around it for a few seconds, before pulling out a hair pin. He had seen people unlock doors using such an item, and figured it shouldn't be too hard to replicate.
———
It took him a few tries, and after a couple failed attempts and silent swearing in the cold, he managed to unlock the door. It swung open with a gentle creak— but thankfully nothing too loud.
And with that, Sid stepped foot into the room, silently shutting the door behind him and walking towards the bed, towards the two sleeping figures he could make out to be Chris and Paul, each sleeping on each side of the bed, both dressed in hoodies and long pants to counter the cold.
He conservatively crawled onto the bed in between the two, specifically closer to the percussionist.
Chris shifted around in his sleep, his eyes slowly opening.
He sat up, yawning and rubbing his eyes.
He looked over to his right, to glance at the alarm clock on the bedside table, before turning around, and seeing Sid.
Chris's half-asleep brain took a second or two to process the situation, before he spoke in a quiet voice.
"...Sid? What're you doing here...?"
"I'm c-cold," the smaller man bluntly replied, a slight shakiness in his voice. "Now lay d-down and let me h-hug you."
Without waiting for a response, he placed a slightly trembling hand onto Chris' chest, gently pushing him back down onto the bed. He promptly joined him, lying alongside his bandmate with his arms wrapped around his torso, quietly murmuring something to himself, as he was finally warm.
Chris let out a small huff as his back gently hit the bed, but ultimately complying. A small shiver went down his spine as he did so, due to the coldness.
He shifted and lifted one of his legs, wrapping it around his bandmate's, moving the other one underneath the covers. He wrapped an arm around Sid's waist in return, while his other hand ran his fingers through the smaller man's hair.
"...You could've just knocked on the door and told me you were cold," Chris quietly muttered. "You didn't have to break into my room..."
"You were sleeping... I highly doubt you would be able to hear me knocking," Sid mumbled in response, sounding a bit tired, and no longer concerned about the chilly air. His eyes were closed, and his body was right against the other man's. His face was pressed against Chris' shoulder, and his body clinging onto him like a koala, just savouring the comfortable warmth.
"Fair point..."
Chris let out a sigh, quietly chuckling.
He pulled his arms further behind Sid, shifting around slightly to get in a more comfortable position, before ultimately settling. One of his hands was now resting at the bottom of Sid's hoodie.
His hand started rubbing up and down against the smaller man's back, both in a comforting manner and to help warm him up further.
He silently observed his bandmate for a moment, taking in the sight of Sid clinging to him for warmth. He had to admit it sort of amused him.
After a few moments of silence, Chris began speaking again.
"I'm surprised you didn't go to Clown or Jim to ask for warmth."
He couldn't help but let a hint of jealousy slip into his voice, at the possibility of Sid asking one of his other bandmates first for a similar thing instead of him.
The DJ quietly sighed, though he wasn't annoyed— just amused.
"Relaxx..." he mumbled, his words laced with a hint of tiredness. "You know you're my first choice for everything... s'no need t'get jealous..."
"Oh, I know," the percussionist responded with a slight hint of smugness present in his voice, followed by another quiet chuckle. He continued to run his fingers through Sid's hair.
"But still... I mean the fact that you'd rather break into my room instead of waking me up..." His voice then gained another hint of smugness, as he spoke the following words. "...It's almost as if you find me very irresistible or something..."
"Mmmn..." Sid hummed, neither denying nor confirming anything. He sounded a bit too tired to even do either right now. He only proceeded to snuggle closer to his bandmate, quietly sighing in contentment as he relished in the comfort.
Chris couldn't help but let a small smirk tug at the corner of his lips, silently amused by how the smaller man reacted to his teasing.
He decided to push a bit further, shifting around a bit and gently rolling Sid over on his back, getting on top of him.
The percussionist leaned down, his face hovering above the other man's, and spoke in a soft, smug whisper. "Can't confirm you don't find me irresistible, huh?"
Sid responded with the corners of his lips turning up into a slight smile. He opened his eyes a bit, just enough to see the other man.
"I guess not," he quietly sighed, a quiet chuckle escaping his mouth. "Now be quiet and let me sleep... I'm tired..."
"Oh, are you now?" Chris chuckled, an impish and smug look to his expression.
He leaned down even further, his mouth now almost touching Sid's neck, and started gently peppering small kisses wherever he could reach, mostly around his jawline.
"You come into my room and disturb my sleep, and now you want me to be quiet and let you sleep?" He moved his hands to Sid's waist, his thumbs hooking onto the bottom edges of his hoodie.
With a slight smirk, his voice remaining low, he said, "I won't be quiet until you give me some kind of confirmation. Whether that's admitting I'm irresistible, or something else."
The DJ couldn't help but softly giggle a little at the kisses, but kept mindful about the sleeping band member beside them.
"O-Okay, okay," he finally said, playfully gazing up into Chris' eyes. The streetlights that gently shone through the thin-ass blinds showed the smile that graced his face. "I admit it— you're irresistible. Now lay down, I'm getting cold again..."
The taller man let a proud smirk spread across his face, satisfied with the response.
"There we go. That wasn't so hard, was it?"
He soon obliged to Sid's request, moving off of him and lying down beside him again. The percussionist immediately pulled him close again, wrapping an arm around his waist and hugging him tight, once again providing the DJ with warmth.
Chris then spoke up once more, still with a smug look on his face.
"You're lucky you're so damn cute and clingy."
"Mm..." Sid hummed as he closed his eyes again, slowly drifting off to sleep in the comfort of other man's arms.
"Sleep well, you clingy dumbass..." Chris muttered quietly as he wrapped his other arm tighter around the sleepy man, holding him closer and letting out an amused huff.
He smiled fondly, watching as the DJ fell asleep. Chris slowly let his eyelids close as well, eventually drifting off to sleep himself.