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Jerry could hear the clock ticking down the hall. And while that was annoying, there was something much more irritating going on right next to him; Bill’s snoring. It wasn’t too loud, but the taller boy has sensitive hearing. Everything was too loud for him. He was really looking forward to going to bed actually. But with the chaos of a sleepover between four teenage boys, Jerry should have known his chances of sleep were 0%.
Pete and Josh had left early for two different reasons- Pete’s mother found his weed stash and demanded he return (poor guy), and Josh got angry at Bill for some petty insult and stormed out. That left the other two together. Now that wasn’t a big deal to either of them, but Jerry’s breathing was slightly labored. Bill was draped halfway on top of him, leg twitching every so often over his stomach. He was mumbling right in Jerry’s ear, too.
The taller boy was just now starting to recognize that this wasn’t exactly a normal thing that happened during sleepovers. Bill never did this, they never even slept on this pullout couch together. What was all this about?
It was most likely because it was very cold- middle of winter after all. But in this basement? Genuinely below freezing. But... Bill never snuggled, that wasn't like him, in Jerry’s opinion anyway. This wasn’t even snuggling, was it? Was Jerry overthinking this? Bill probably didn’t have a second thought about falling asleep like... that.
All over him. So, so close. Okay, Jerry was definitely overthinking now- he was too tired to question it earlier, but now? He was breathing heavily, and he desperately wanted to just get that much closer. He didn’t. Of course he didn't. He’s a wuss, why would he? And Jerry shouldn’t want this, really. All of those daydreams and stupid little doodles in his math notebook meant nothing. Though he would freak out if anyone saw those drawings...
Gosh, they were stupid anyway- way too unrealistic, nothing that would ever happen. All Bill. But nothing from reality.
Speaking of reality, Jerry was still breathing heavily, still feeling extra warm where Bill’s limbs were. But he would fall asleep eventually, so... he supposed he could deal with it.
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It was better in the morning. Warm, soft, and... smelly? What? Jerry’s eyes flutter open, and he doesn’t register what’s happening for a second or two. But when he does, he’s trying his best not to move.
Jerry’s face is buried in Bill’s hair, whose own face is tucked into the former’s chest. The other boy wasn’t awake yet, that much was obvious with him still snoring.
He felt like someone who owns a cat, and it’s sleeping on him and he can’t get up. Haha... Bill was kind of like a cat... Small(not really), cute(???), and very combative(that’s the only accurate one)
Stop thinking about him like that!
Jerry stiffened up again, and Bill woke up. He didn’t make anything of their positions, just angrily mumbled at the taller boy to stop moving so much and went back to sleep. And... that allowed Jerry to convince himself to inch a little closer, get a little bit more snug. And it wasn’t weird because they weren’t being weird about it!
They could sleep for now, holding on. They could worry about the implications later.