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“Smitty?”
The mentioned man looked up from his laptop, looking over at whoever was leaning against his doorway.
“What the fuck are you doing up?” Puffer rubbed his eyes tiredly with the back of his hand. He stood there in dark grey sweatpants and a white t-shirt. The grey socks he wore also made his trip over a lot more quieter.
Who knows how long he’s been standing there?
“Editing.” Smitty replied quick, getting back to the task. “I planned to finish it earlier today but with the group and us going out to the restaurant, spending the day together, etc.. I never got to it.” He shrugged.
“It’s 4:36 am, Smit.” Puffer looked at the red alarm clock by his bedside and then at him, brows furrowed.
Smitty slowly nodded at him. “I am aware.”
“So… you don’t think you should go to bed?” Puffer gestured to his unmade bed, a few articles of clothing were strewn about. He would’ve felt embarrassed if someone other than his roommates saw his bedroom’s messy state.
John, no matter what state Smitty’s room was, would sometimes randomly come in and instantly flop onto his bed without another care.
John’s room was sometimes messy, sometimes clean. Depends on how he’s feeling that day so technically he couldn’t say anything about Smitty’s room if he wanted to.
Matt on the other hand rarely came into his room but when he did he never made any comment on the place.
Puffer also didn’t care. Considering his room was a bit messy as well. With the beat up plastic skeleton on the ground and some hoodies usually littered around on the floor. The pink one was usually always around there. He wore that one the most.
So it was nice to have no one talk to him about keeping his room clean. He’d get to cleaning it eventually. Just... not right now.
Back to the present, Smitty took his hands away from the keyboard then turned his chair toward Puffer. “Not really. I feel fine.”
“Uh huh.. And yet you look like you’re about to pass out.” Puffer crossed his arms, an unconvinced look on his face .
He turned his head away from the other’s stare, unsure if he had eye bags or not.
“To be honest I drank like- so many caffeinated sodas and none of them helped.” He groaned, a hand on his forehead. “Even stole two of Matt’s energy drinks and they didn’t work either.”
“It’s because you’re tired. How long has it been since you last slept?” Puffer came closer, shutting the door on his way in. His hip now rested against the side of Smitty’s desk.
“Um.” Smitty thought, fingers tapping his desk as he did. Puffer shook his head, sighing and rubbing a hand down his face under his glasses. “It’s been like- three days? Four?” He guessed, it’s been a long time he knows that.
“Andddd there’s the reason.” Puffer frowned, obviously disappointed in him. His hand dropped to his side as he spoke again. “Dude, you need to sleep.”
Smitty shook his head, “I can’t. I gotta—“
“The video can wait.” Puffer cut him off, grabbing onto the back of his chair.
Smitty’s headphones that were around his neck are now suddenly off and on his desk.
He just let it happen, giving up as Puffer shut his computer off and rolled the chair with him in it towards his bed.
The chair is suddenly lifted, causing Smitty to let out a surprised yelp at the sudden height change. Even more so being startled when he’s tipped forward, causing him to fall face first onto his bed.
He sits up, seeing Puffer calmly roll his chair back in front of his desk. He also took his glasses off, placing them on top of Smitty’s recently closed laptop. The man came back right after, putting a hand on Smitty’s chest and pushing him gently to lay down.
“I don’t- man I can’t.” Smitty pleaded, trying to get up but unable to from Puffer’s hand forcing him back down. He eventually gives up, just laying down.
“Why?” Puffer asks, confusion and concern both lacing his features.
“I have to finish the video. Plus, I can’t sleep well anyway. Insomnia. Remember?” Smii7y tapped his forehead.
“That’s the worst excuse I’ve ever heard.” Puffer deadpanned, looking unimpressed.
Smitty just flipped him off, causing Puffer to sigh.
“Look, you can finish the video later tonight. Considering it’s 4 am right now, you’ll have time in the evening.” Puffer moved his hand away, now deciding to sit on the bed right besides Smitty. “I know you want to get shit done early,” He looked Smitty in the eyes. “but you need to sleep. I’d rather not get a call from someone that you fucking fainted in the middle of the road or something like that.”
Smitty didn’t have anything to say.
“I really do care about you, man. All of us do.” Puffer spoke up again after a brief minute of silence. “I’m starting to get worried because you can’t even care for yourself.” Smitty bit the inside of his cheek as the other continued. “When was the last time you even ate besides when we went out to dinner? Was that the first in what? Two days?” Puffer didn’t even have to ask again, the silence following his question said everything.
“I’m trying, Puffer. I really am.” Smitty frowned at him.
“If you are, you’re not doing a very good job.” He huffed, skeptically eyeing him.
“Don’t you think I know that?!” Smitty responded, a bit of frustration pouring out in his tone.
Yes, he was tired. Yes, he was hungry. But his insomnia was getting worse and by god he was going to use it to his advantage by being productive.
“If you aren’t going to take care of yourself, then I will do it for you. I’m just going to make sure your dumbass stays alive.” Puffer stated firmly. Unfazed by Smitty’s little outburst.
“I’m surprised you don’t just stick me into a mental hospital.” Smitty joked bitterly.
“I’m honestly considering it.” He didn’t look like he was kidding either.
“Puffer...” Smitty groaned, growing annoyed.
“Smitty...” Puffer mocked back, unyielding in his persistence.
“You know I’m not going to stay here, right?” Smitty raised a brow at him.
Once the other eventually would leave and go back to his own bed, he’d just get up anyways so what’s the point?
“I know.” Smitty didn’t realize what the other was doing before Puffer suddenly climbed in the bed and laid next to him. He shifted a bit until he got comfortable.
Smitty turned, now facing Puffer. “You’re really just going to stay here?” Puffer grinned, which gave Smitty his answer.
He did attempt to get up, trying to move fast out of the bed before arms suddenly wrapped around his torso and brought him back onto the comfortable mattress.
He looked up, still face to face with the other. They were close. He noticed. But honestly, it was nice. Maybe he’d stay just for this.
He’s tugged closer, being able to feel Puffer’s body heat radiating off of him and warming his own.
His hands which were originally cold from the ac unit constantly on in his room were now a normal body temperature.
He breathed out deeply through his nose, relaxing and feeling rather pleased at the closeness.
He then leaned his head all the way forward, his face and hair now up against Puffer’s chest.
A hand rose to his head, gently threading through his hair. Occasionally scratching at his scalp and twirling some strands.
They stayed like that in silence for a bit, until Smitty suddenly thought of something.
“Why are you even awake?” Smitty asked, the sound muffled against Puffer’s shirt.
There wasn’t a response for a good minute, “Couldn’t sleep.” He eventually answered. “I was gonna watch something in the living room for the time being but then I saw your door cracked and the laptops light shone through it.”
“I need to turn the saturation down.” Smitty glanced at his shut laptop for a split second.
“You really do.” Puffer agreed, grip tightening around him. A content sound left his lips as he moved upward and nuzzled his face into Smitty’s hair.
Puffer kept occasionally shifting, trying to find a spot that was most comfortable to him.
Smitty shivered when warm breath hit his neck, causing the hairs there to stand up.
Puffer eventually had decided to rest his head against the space between Smitty’s neck and collarbone. One of his hands had somehow lifted a bit of the bottom of Smitty’s shirt up, now resting on his hip and warming the skin there with his palm.
Smitty finally decided to just do the editing for the video later and try to sleep instead. He was already extremely comfortable anyway.
And to add to that, it wasn’t like Puffer would just let him go.
He closed his eyes, finally falling asleep to the sound of Puffer’s breathing.
By the time he woke up in the morning, Puffer still hadn’t moved. He was snoring too so he must’ve fallen asleep soon after Smitty did. Their legs were tangled, one of Smitty’s blankets had somehow ended up entwined with them as well. Most likely in the middle of the night.
He glimpsed at the clock by his bedside, seeing the bright red letters have 2:57 pm on it.
Man. They slept a good ten, almost eleven hours.
He still felt a bit tired but he knew he probably wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep. So for now he just rested his eyes, wanting to stay in the comfortable warmth the other provided.
He could get used to this.
Although, doubts creeped in.
But he probably shouldn’t.
Puffer usually wasn’t a touchy-feely person. Or a sentimental guy. It was rare for him to ever do stuff like this. Even if they’re alone.
After about twenty more minutes, Puffer finally woke up. He seemed a bit disoriented but overall ended up knowing where he was.
He tightened his holding, lighting squeezing Smitty’s body before releasing his grip. Although his arms were still wrapped loosely around him.
“You awake?” Puffer mumbled, his voice a bit raspier than usual from tiredness. Smitty hummed, giving the other a lazy answer.
Again, they stayed like that, not wanting to get up.
Eventually though, they did. Puffer let go of him, sitting up and scratching the back of his neck before he stood up and stretched his arms up. His shirt rode up a bit, showing some of his stomach.
”You need a bigger bed.”
Smitty turned away, cheeks reddening. “I guess so.” He shook his head and stood up from the mattress as well, cracking his back.
Puffer wandered, tapping a few surfaces before he reached Smitty’s desk. He picked up his glasses, putting them and blinking a few times to adjust to the familiar lenses. Now that they were on he was finally able to see clearly.
“…Can we do this again sometime?”
Puffer turned, looking over at Smitty who had a slightly embarrassed look on his face.
“It’s totally fine if you don’t want to I just thought that uh well- it was nice and I slept better and.. I don’t know, man.” He stuttered, waving his hands in front of him anxiously. “Forget I even said anything.”
Puffer rolled his eyes, a fond smile slowly appearing on his face.
He walked over, going behind the other and wrapping his arms around him. He put his head down on his shoulder, breathing in deeply. The angle was a bit awkward considering the height difference but regardless of this, neither of them moved.
“Yeah.” Puffer muttered, voice vibrating against Smitty’s clavicle. “We can.” He felt Smitty breathe out a relieved sigh, his tense body now relaxing against him.
Puffer lightly kissed his collarbone, moving up to kiss his neck and then his cheek.
“..Why are you so freaky at 3 pm?” Smitty asked playfully, turning his head to look at the other.
“I’m not. I’m just giving you affection. Geez, you asshole.” Puffer huffed, tempted to back away. “I’m never kissing you again.”
”I was kidding!” Smitty snickered, the sound making his chest shake. He moved his head up a bit, now able to lazily press a kiss against Puffer’s jaw. “Love you too, dipshit.”
”Straight forward to the ‘I love you’s’?” Puffer teased.
”Shut up or get out of my room.” Smitty grumbled and gestured toward his door.
”Alright, alright! I’ll be quiet!” Puffer laughed, gently rocking them both.
”Good, I still feel groggy as hell.”