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Jamil was lying in the lilac-scented sheets of Azul’s bed.
It was so soft. The touch of the fabric made him want to sink into his bed even more.
He was in his Scarabia sleepwear, the oversized clothes giving him enough comfort to let himself drift.
It was 7pm, after classes.
Jamil had invited himself over to his boyfriend’s room to crash in. A sleepover perhaps?
Azul was currently washing up. The running water in the bathroom could be heard from the bed.
The brunette shuffled, yanking the sheets over him in an attempt to warm himself from the relentless air-conditioning in Octavinelle.
His hair was left sprawled over the pillows, a few loose strands falling on his face.
However, he was too exhausted to give a crap.
Jamil came here for a movie night but a nap didn’t sound too bad.
His eyelids felt drastically heavy.
With a grumble, he shoved his face into the pillows and his mind was free of all thoughts.
“..mil?”
…was that Azul?
He felt himself pulling the bedsheets up higher, covering his whole face.
A chuckle sounded through the room. A beautiful one.
His eyes opened an inch, squinting as he made little sense of his surroundings.
Jamil saw him hovering over him, looking down from his vanity as he rubbed on skincare.
A headband was blocking his pale blue locks from messing it up.
He drifted off to slumber again with his lips unknowingly tugged up.
swish
Jamil felt a presence beside him.
He grew a bit of consciousness.
But not enough to open his eyes.
The bed dipped in a way it shouldn’t unless someone was there.
The flipping of paper sounded in his ears.
Reading?
Newspaper?
Whatever, he thought.
Suddenly, the swishing of pages halted and he heard the stack of papers being put down with a thud.
…
It was dead silent, he caught on.
It felt like someone was staring.
He tried to lift his eyelids from his tiredness but could only furrow his brows.
A tug on his hair.
It was a gentle touch, which shifted into soft tugs of his hair.
He would occasionally feel fingers run through his dark locks.
Random parts of his hair were touched and pulled on. But with care, he noted.
It felt oddly comforting.
A few moments Jamil didn’t dare count passed, the mesmerising touch on his hair left.
…
A warm sensation came in touch with the back of his neck.
Jamil sloppily raised a hand to swat it away, the other wrapped around the very pillow he was lying face-first in.
He couldn’t think right now.
His eyes were closed shut, quiet snores leaving his lips.
The sensation came back, but on his collarbone.
A sluggish hand came to feel for the culprit when something enclosed around his wrist.
His hand was delicately brought down and kept in a hold.
It was forced to be rested on the top of his pillow as more of those fuzzy, ticklish touches pecked his collarbone.
They traveled to his shoulder.
Then his chin.
Finally, the sensation decided to stay on his mouth.
Something soft and plump caressed his lips for moments before going away.
Jamil would be lying if he said he wasn’t disappointed.
The feeling was really pleasant. And oh, how he wished he could get to it again.
…
The last thing Jamil heard was a click.
It somehow seemed darker through his closed eyes.
The next thing he felt was the bed dip.
And an embrace. A grip on his torso.
Another body pressed against his.
He didn’t mind though. It was warmer.
The mysterious snores behind him tickled his nape.
The hold on his stomach tightened a tad, bringing himself closer to the culprit.
It stayed like this for a while.
Or was it a few hours?
He didn’t know.
And didn’t care.
…
He heard the light shuffling of the person beside him.
The culprit was awake, he kept in his hazy mind.
Jamil knew he felt much closer to them than before when he realised he’s probably facing them now.
He didn’t know he had the habit of tossing and turning in his slumber.
Arms were still wrapped around his torso.
The next thing he caught on was the returning sensation on his lips.
Warmth closed in and it stung a little this time.
It felt a little wet.
Too bad it didn’t matter.
The gentle embrace on his mouth had turned a little rougher, prompting him to open a gap in one of his eyes.
He didn’t know exactly what was going on but it felt..
Great.
The first thing his gaze landed on was the pale blue locks covering half his vision.
The next was the half-lidded, long-lashed eyes staring right at him, or at least that’s what he made out.
His vision was blurry as the mere touch against his lips became a full on collision.
Jamil didn’t know when it had faded to black again.
…
The running water of the bathroom sink caused Jamil to stir and come to his senses.
He propped himself up, yanking off the light purple sheets that let him survive through the night.
…
Oh right.
He was in Azul’s room.
What happened to movie night?
His thoughts failed to catch up as a knock of the door cut through the air.
He slid off the bed, steadying himself before he got to the door.
He twisted the knob.
click!
“Ooiii why aren—…”
“Good morning Floyd.” oh seven, his voice sounded too raspy for his liking.
“…”
“What?”
The eel was staring.
“Woah. Looks like you had an amazing night, Seasnake.”
…
“Huh.” was all Jamil could let out.
“Tell Azul to throw out all the mushrooms in the lounge, das it. Byeee.”
Floyd drawled but somehow made it fast, turning around to ditch.
Footsteps sounded.
“I thought I heard Floyd.”
Azul came out of the bathroom, freshened up and no longer in his maroon robe from last night.
Wait how did Jamil know what he was wearing?
“He asked you to throw out some mushrooms.” The brunette replied before fully turning to face Azul.
…
Azul’s face reddened.
He stuttered out.
“Did…did he see you?”
“Well yeah. Do I look that bad in the mornings..?”
…
No response.
Jamil huffed and walked into the bathroom.
One look at the mirror and he gasped.
For starters, a few locks of his hair were braided into small, intricate braids.
They were messy.
Obviously done on a whim but still pretty.
And then his gaze shifted to the purple lipstick which was practically all over his top half.
Light purple marks stained his shoulders, neck, and his lips.
His lips.
They were a little swollen.
A small cut is visibly dried out, enhancing the whole look with his flushed cheeks.
…
His ears reddened.
A sharp glare was pointed at Azul the moment he turned around to see him shuffling awkwardly near the bathroom door.
“My… sincerest condolences. I…”
…
He sighed, a little embarrassment overcame him.
Jamil took three steps forward and shoved his lips into Azul’s.