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“I’m fine with just sleeping on the floor yknow” Pete said, and shrugging his shoulders.
Mikey looked up at him with a knowing look and rolled his eyes
“You have the back of like an eighty year old man, and early classes in the morning.”
Pete had come over in the middle of the night after his roommate brought a girl over and got traumatized for hearing them going at it through the thin walls.
Pete looked around, Mikeys room was almost hazardous, no wonder no one wanted to room with him.
It was a dark, cramped, and humid dorm, not even god knows what the many stains on the floor were, or how old the half eaten takeout in the corner was or where the hell the alcohol smell was coming from.
“Fine” Pete said, realizing his choices were sharing a bed with his not so secret crush or getting a weird illness from his best friend’s *almost* condemned room.
Mikey scooted on the end of his bunk bed to make room, typing softly in the quiet of the night. Pete slowly climbed onto the far side of the bed not wanting to disturb the peace that had settled onto Mikey’s face.
He eased into the bed trying to hide how hard he was staring, he had never seen him so concentrated and calm.
It was unnerving honestly, he fidgeted not knowing how he was supposed to act. Mikey looked up scaring him “Hey, this is gonna take forever. You don’t have to wait for me”
Pete just nodded “goodnight” he said and he heard a soft goodnight back.
A few hours later,
Mikey was done. The paper was half finished probably shit, but he didn’t care at this point, the words didnt make sense anymore. Plus he was slaving away while a torturously beautiful guy slept cuddled up in his bed, which just wasn’t fair at all and he was completely jealous of the bed. He sighed and stared.
Pete snored softly, the peace on his face made Mikey smile, he looked so pretty like this, drooling and body parts splayed around. He crawled under the blankets avoiding crushing Pete’s limbs.
He started to stir and stretch about, getting comfy and wrapped his arms around Mikey’s waist suddenly and holding him in place. Mikey froze in surprise at Pete burrowing his face into Mikey’s neck before gently wrapping one of his arms around Pete’s back, the other softly playing with his hair.
Pete muttered something about being cold into Mikey’s neck his warm breath making him shutter. Mikey didn’t give a fuck about the paper now, he could die content with his snoring “best friend’s” warm body tangled around his.