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It was a late night at the hotel. Benji had been staying over for a couple nights in the guest room. Well, one of the guest rooms. Ivy, despite trusting Benji with her little sibling figure aka Tristan, didn't really want them sleeping in the same room. Not that separating them into separate rooms helped at all. They always wound up in the same room anyway.
Just by the usual usually. Like, Tristan always snuck into his room, or Benji sneaking into their room. Or they both go to the living room to watch the TV there. Somehow, someway, they wound up cuddling every night. It was just another night now, same as always.
The room was quiet as usual, A small lamp casting a warm glow over the bed and walls. Benji was already half curled up under some blankets with his sweater sleeves pulled over his hands. Tristan wandered back in with two cups of some warm drink. They set one down on the table next to the bed and then curled up with him. The bed made it's usual sounds as Tristan cuddled into him with a sleepy look.
Benji glanced over at his partner then asked, “you tired?” To which Tristan smiled sleepily and nodded. “It's been a long day.” That simple sentence was all that it took. Benji leaned in and pulled them into a tight close hug and kissed their cheeks. Tristan almost immediately relaxed and had an arm wrapped around Benji, other hand holding the cup still in their hand. They rubbed his back with the free hand and smiled at the humming coming from Benji. The couple seemed peaceful as they nonchalantly cuddled and watched a late night cartoon. It was very quiet again, only the sound of the tv playing that cartoon.
They fit together easily, like they’d practiced this a hundred times before and never even realized even now. Benji let out a quiet sigh, a kind of sigh that shows he felt really really safe. Tristan always had that effect on him. Especially now, Tristan felt so safe and warm. Benji decided to comment on that. “You’re warm,” was all he murmured. “Good,” Tristan replied softly. “Stay.” and so Benji did. He always followed what Tristan said. He loved them that much. They usually did what he asked too.
He curled his legs up, curling slightly closer, and Tristan adjusted so Benji’s head rested more comfortably against his chest. He could feel the steady rhythm of Tristan’s breathing, slow and steady. The TV played something neither of them was really watching, just some cartoon both lost interest in. Every now and then Tristan would shift just enough to pull Benji closer, careful and protective, like they were afraid the moment might slip away if they moved too fast. They didn't want to let go of their precious boyfriend what so ever.
Benji’s fingers lightly brushed the few locks of Tristan’s hair on their forehead. He sighed a bit sleepily as he held onto his partner. “We should do this more,” he said, his voice sounding sleepy. Tristan’s arms tightened just a little. “Yeah,” they said. “I think we should.”
Minutes passed, maybe hours. Time didn’t matter. Benji’s breathing evened out, his weight relaxing fully against Tristan. Tristan smiled down at him, brushing a hand through Benji’s hair, slow and gentle, committing the moment to memory. Outside, the world kept moving. Inside, they stayed exactly where. Quietly just holding each other and feeling very warm and sleepy. They eventually dosed off together, just sleeping peacefully.