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Hawk woke to the sound of bedsheets rustling and cold air creeping into his cozy safe space. A sound of protest left his throat without him having any control over it. Mind still sleep foggy he blinked one eye open to see the cause of his waking. Tim, his Skippy, had left the bed and was currently trying to tiptoe his way out of the bedroom.
The bedroom was dimly lit by the streetlights shining through the thin curtains. Therefore Hawk wasn’t surprised about the scratching sound followed by a hiss and a softly whispered “Rats!”, when Tim hit his toe at the chair next to the bedroom door.
Hawk turned on the lights and Tim turned around, showing his best deer-in-the-headlights impression. Innocent brown eyes blown wide and lips slightly quivering.
“What’s with the commotion?”, Hawk asked barely holding back a laugh.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you. Go back to sleep”, Tim whispered as if some unknown creature in their bedroom was still asleep.
“Come back here fast and I might be able to.”
“Can’t sleep without me?”, Tim asked innocently.
“I’m going to deny everything in the morning.”
Tim giggled, shaking his head fondly. “You might have to try falling asleep without me.”
“Don’t say such horrible things. Why?”
“I can’t sleep.”
Hawk squinted his eyes. “You were barely able to keep your eyes open earlier.”
Now Tim shifted from one foot to another. He was a terrible liar. “Hawk, just go back to sleep.”
“Planning on leaving me in the middle of the night?”
“Oh yes, that was my plan. Leaving our apartment in my boxers in December.” Tim shook his head. “I’m just going to read for a bit in the living room.”
“Ha!”, Hawk pointed a finger at Tim.
“Come on! Just one more chapter.”
“Admit it, you’re dead tired.”
On cue Tim yawned but still stubbornly denied it by shaking his head. “‘am not!”
“Your book is not going anywhere. You can read all day tomorrow. No work, remember?”
And then Tim did the thing Hawk could never argue with, he pouted. Eyes pleading wide like Bambi. It was a look to melt ice, and it always melted Hawk’s arguments.
Hawk sighed. “Go get your damn book but come back here. You can read in here.”
Tim smiled from ear to ear like a kid on Christmas morning before hurrying outside to get his book. He returned as fast, little clip-on reading light still attached to his book. Hawk lifted the covers for Tim to slip back into bed.
Hawk started wiggling into place, resting his head on Tim’s chest, slotting a leg between Tim’s thighs. If all of Tim’s attention was with his precious book tonight, at least Hawk wanted as much contact to Tim’s body as possible.
Tim watched him with an amused smile until Hawk had settled and redeemed his position comfortable enough.
“It’s sweet when you’re jealous of my books.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Tim hummed. “Sure you don’t.”
“Read your book Timothy.”
Tim’s hand found it’s way into Hawk’s curls, gently combing through them. It lulled Hawk right back to a sleepy state. He felt Tim’s lips brush his forehead right as he was about to fall asleep. “I love you too “, Tim whispered.