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Suna heard the noise through the wall beside his bed, each slam assaulting his senses. He grabbed his pillow hard in his fist and then pressed it to his face in the hope that it would drown out the noise or better yet, suffocate him. He groaned, frustrated and loud enough that his neighbours were sure to have heard him. The noise didn't stop, and if anything, it increased in volume. It felt increasingly purposeful.
Suna looked at his bedside clock. It read 3AM. He had a lecture in the morning, but he wasn’t going to get any sleep if he had to listen to his neighbours moan (out of pleasure or anger) for a minute longer. But what was he going to do? He didn't feel like pounding on the wall in hopes that his neighbours sympathise and finally go to bed. He certainly didn't want to go talk to them face to face. He had to get out of his room.
Desperation causes people to make unexpected decisions. In this case, Suna opened his phone, ignoring the jarring light hurting his eyes. He quickly scrolled through his contacts.
"No, no, no... not him... definitely not her... Oh!” Suddenly, he saw a name. The name of a boy he had recently met in one of his classes. The cogs of his brain began to turn as a clever idea formed. Slowly, he got up from his bed, pulling the blanket around his shoulders. He crept out of the room, through the apartment, towards the entrance. He pulled his shoes on, and as quietly as possible, left the building.
It was refreshing being able to leave the noise behind — until he felt the icy breeze bite at his face. Immediately he wanted to be inside. Against the harsh wind, he stalked towards the other student accommodation building across the yard. He used his student card to get into the building, and with a grimace from the cold he pulled out his phone. He had no right to do this, but...
“... Suna?" Someone croaked on the other end of the line. Quiet and uncertain, as if the person had just been woken up. He felt guilt in his chest.
"Good evening, Osamu." He aimed for casual.
"Good evening?! Ya have any idea what time it is?" Osamu sighed. "’S there an emergency?" He added quickly.
"I would consider it an emergency. Can I stay in your room for a few hours?"
There was silence. For a moment, Suna considered the possibility that Osamu had put the phone down and had opted to ignore him. After a few long moments, he heard another sigh.
"Okay. But I'm going straight back to sleep the moment you're here. I don’t have the patience right now to be a welcoming host. ‘S that cool?"
A smile grew across Suna's lips.
"Of course." He agreed breezily.
About a quarter of an hour later, Suna stood awkwardly in the middle of Osamu's bedroom. He watched the other punch his pillow into the perfect shape for five thorough minutes.
He cleared his throat. Osamu looked over to him, as if noticing him for the first time.
"Sorry, Suna, I don’t have a futon or sleeping bag ready for ya. Hadn’ really thought that far..." His eyes scanned his room in the hope that a solution appeared amongst the mess.
Silence again.
"I don’t mind." Suna said suddenly.
Like a magnet, Osamu's head snapped towards him.
"Mind... what?"
"Sharing a bed with you. What, you've never had a sleepover before, Osamu? I thought you were a twin?"
"Well yeah... But sharing a room with yer brother and hosting sleepovers are completely different. But..." There was a small smile on his face. "Whatever. D’ya want the side by the wall?"
"I prefer the other side. Just in case I have to escape." Suna grinned and Osamu rolled his eyes.
Then Suna took a step towards the bed and he felt the air change. Osamu was still looking at him, but his nerves were written on his face. His hand twitched where it was holding onto his sheets.
Aiming to ease the tension, Suna said, "Do you often invite people to your bed the first time they come over?"
He noticed Osamu's eyes flickering away.
Suna put his knee on the side of the bed and Osamu's eyes came back to look at where his shorts met his thighs.
"You invited yourself." Osamu corrected quietly.
"Hmm." Suna responded. "I wonder why?"
Suna ignored Osamu's eyes widening, and slipped himself under the blanket. He indulgently let the warmth surround him. He felt himself relax and was about to close his eyes when–
"Oh my god, Osamu, your feet are freezing!"
Osamu rolled away from him, closer to the wall. "Sorry, but I've just got back under the blanket. I'm not warm yet!"
Suna grabbed Osamu's arm before he could move further away.
"Hey," Suna hissed. "Come back. I was just surprised, that's all." Without thinking, he added, "I'll warm you up."
Osamu froze (like his feet), before rolling back over to face Suna. His eyes shun under the limited light of the moon outside. Suna held his breath, ready to be kicked out. He thought about the noise back in his room, and the lecture in the morning that won't do him any good when he hasn’t had a minute of sleep. He thought about the budding feelings towards the boy in front of him, and how he had destroyed any chance of getting close before they even became friends.
"Okay." Suna heard. He realised the whisper came from Osamu.
"Okay?" He breathed. Osamu nodded. Slowly moving, Suna shifted his body closer to the other. They weren't quite touching yet, but Osamu swallowed audibly.
Suna caught himself smirking, before steeling his expression. He extended his feet towards Osamu, and he inhaled sharply again when he felt the cold of Osamu's calves.
"Can I... Um..." He tried to ask.
"Of course." Osamu said before Suna had even decided what he wanted. He gave an anxious nod before intertwining his legs with those of Osamu. He let the breath he’d been holding escape his lungs.
"Is this okay?" Suna asked.
"Yeah." Osamu replied. Osamu looked down to their legs. Suna felt extremely aware of where his bare skin was making contact.
"Osamu." He whispered.
"Mm?" He didn't look at Suna, too busy focusing on the area they were entangled.
With his hands shaking, Suna slipped his arms around Osamu's middle and heard a light gasp. He buried himself in the hollow of Osamu’s neck, his face hidden. After a moment, Osamu's arms also came around Suna's waist. They lay there for a long time, Osamu's heartbeat thumping in Suna's ear where it pressed against his pulse point.
"You warm yet?" Suna questioned.
Osamu made a noncommittal noise. Suna gave his knee a light kick. Osamu pulled back to glare at him.
"Ya got a problem?" He asked.
"No." Suna replied, impossibly soft. "No problem at all."
Osamu's face turned red, his expression suddenly shy. Suna reached out a hand to run through Osamu's hair. Osamu closed his eyes, his lips parting to let out a satisfied sigh. Suna couldn't stop himself smiling.
"How about now?" Suna questioned. "Warm yet?"
"Not quite." Osamu denied stubbornly, and Suna mimed an angry pull to his hair.
This was a mistake, because another content noise came from Osamu in response to the action. Suna's face turned pink to match Osamu's.
The room was silent for a long time.
"Osamu." Suna said after a while, despite the fact that he didn't know exactly what he wanted to say.
"Mm?"
"Can I touch you?"
Osamu's eyes, which were previously half closed, suddenly shot open. Suna didn't get an answer for what felt like hours, before Osamu nodded jerkily.
With newfound confidence, Suna ran his hands through Osamu's hair, before dragging them back down to cup his face. He rested his thumbs on the curve of his jaw, then moved one thumb to rest on his lips, pressing gently down so that they’d part. He tore his eyes away from the sight of Osamu's lips separating to look back into his eyes. The appearance of his hooded eyelids caused his heart to jump, and his thumb was still on Osamu's lip when Osamu surged forward to meet his lips.
Osamu's mouth was already open, so the first thing Suna noticed was a distinctive wetness. He groaned, and part of him was aware that the noise was not dissimilar to those of his neighbours. He felt a little bad for Osamu's.
"Suna..." Osamu sighed happily, and then Suna felt bad no further. He pulled Osamu closer to kiss him again.
The next, and most important thing Suna noticed was how warm Osamu was feeling at this point. Osamu's hands slid under Suna's shirt, and they felt as if they were on fire.
Suna had achieved his goal.
There was no reason for him to stop there though, was there?
At half past seven on the dot Suna woke up to someone's alarm ringing next to his ear. He grunted from exhaustion rather than pleasure this time. His eyes were adjusting to his unfamiliar surroundings when he felt an arm stretch over the breadth of his chest to turn the alarm off. He blinked the sleep out of his eyes before shifting to face a squinting Osamu. Suna pressed his thumb into the line between his brows.
"What is it?"
"Th’ sun... 'n my eyes."
Suna laughed, and after some more squinting, Osamu laughed too.