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Till isn't someone who dreams. Despite his overly active mind and creative way of thinking as soon as his brain shuts off it's the same blankness untill he awakens for the next day of torture.
Till always chocked it up to sleep being the only time his brain is allowed to have a break; a messed up way of the universe apologising for the shit that goes through his brain during the day.
Of course in every set of data there are outliers; so when Till shot up in bed gasping for air it wasn't expected but he was quick to accept reality.
His very first nightmare since he was a kid, but at least this time he didn't also wet the bed.
Baby steps; he supposes.
The nightmare was a jumbled mess of memories and probably some garbage k-drama plot Till had critiqued with Sua or thourougly enjoyed with Hyuna and Mizi.
He can't remember the exact details but it was something about his uncle Urak—which never meant anything good. It had something to do with him getting another F, or maybe him dating Ivan?
In any case there were way too many "faggot"s being thrown around for such a straight man. So at least his brain is accurate to the asshole's character.
Either way, Till woke up because of a nightmare in a cold sweat despite it being in the middle of summer and their AC having automatically shut off.
Till is blessed by naturally running warm, an amazing fact that saves him a good 100 bucks every winter and cost him that extra he saved in the AC bill during the summer.
Ivan tries to tell him it plays into the, " law of compensation " or some bullshit. Till says it's just plain unfair and then snarks at Ivan for the next hour to stop using his the fact he minored in philosophy on him when his major is fucking business.
All of this, and yet something about that nightmare has his back slathered in a thin sheen of sweat that freezes him to the bone.
If only this kind of cooling didn't come with emotional trauma.
Till glances over to the right of him to see Ivan, dead asleep as he should be at, Till takes a look at the stupid clock Ivan insists on having on their nightstand and internally sighs, three am.
The blankets around his boyfriend are pulled below his bare chest, ruffled from Till's frenzy to sit upright when he woke up for whatever reason.
His gaze hones in on the slight rise and fall of his boyfriends perfect pecs. If only he were seeing this under different circumstances; how is anyone supposed to be horny after a dream like that.
With an outward sigh, Till resigns himself to the short walk to their linen closet to get a thicker blanket than their summer one.
He just hopes it hasn't collected too much lint by now or he'll be kept awake by his own sneezing for the rest of the night.
Just as Till swings his legs over the bed bracing himself to touch the ground that will undoubtedly make him colder, arms wrapped around his waist quicker than they should for Ivan just having been woken up.
"Hmm?" Till hums in question, too tired and shaken up for real words at this hour.
"Where are you going." Ivan whines, smoothing his face into Till's side like a toddler which is equal parts endearing and ridiculous for the 6'1 man.
" 'm just goin' to get another blanket, 'tis cold in here." Till responds groggily, a yawn escaping his mouth halfway through the sentence.
Ivan seems to contemplate what Till's said for a moment before nodding against Till's side.
Till once again begins steeling himself for the tretourous journey of the 15 steps there and back it'll take to get the blanket when he's yanked back into Ivan's arms.
"Umph! What the-" Till groans in protest before unceremoniously having his head shoved into his boyfriends chest.
With ease Ivan wraps Till into a burrito with the blankets before pulling him back into a tight hug again.
"I'm so tired Tilly, just sleep"
"Well I was trying before you began suffocating me." Till manages to muffle out only to have his head shoved further into his boyfriend's rather ample chest.
" 'm just soooooo tired." Ivan complains again, topping off his performance with an exaggerated yawn.
"Well then you sleep, I'm getting my blanket" Till argues as he tries to wriggle out of his forced cocoon, but it's no use; he stands no chance against his idiotic athlete boyfriend
"I'm already sleeping Till, you can't leave now you'll wake me up."
" You're not sleeping-"
"Honk shoo, honk shoo."
"Oh shut up dickhead, you and I both know you don't snore in your sleep!" Till groans, elbowing him in the stomach to which he only receives a giggle because the asshole knows it's true.
Just like every other perfect thing about him, the guy sleeps so politely Till is sometimes scared that he died.
Sleep apnea is terrified of him.
"Just go to bed, okay?" Ivan hums, genuine sleepiness creeping into the edge of his voice
Till grumbles but chooses to stay still. He already knows that he's not used to sleeping cold, and having an ice block of a man holding him definitely won't help.
But the longer he listens to his boyfriends steady heartbeat, and the tighter Ivan holds him he starts to not feel as cold anymore.
So even if he might fall into another nightmare, and even if he might wake up freezing again, at least he knows his freezer of a boyfriend will somehow find a way to warm him up and the thought alone males Till feel warm enough to sleep again.