Cuddling (DJ x Commander)

Cuddling

DJ woke up in the early morning hours with a warm body next to him. A deep blue hat was in his face. When he moved his hand slightly, he felt soft, heated skin, realizing that he was basically groping Commander's torso. His large arm was covering Commander like a makeshift blanket, Commander was cuddled closely to his chest. DJ really can’t remember how he got in this position, as he thought he slept farthest away from Commander, but he certainly wasn’t complaining.

Commander was still dead asleep, which came as a surprise to DJ as he was always the first to wake.  He was resting only in his boxers (his shirt was across his room...somehow), and his bare leg was hiked up on DJ's pelvis securely. DJ was in the same state but instead of boxers, he wore gray sweatpants. He noticed that Commander's hands were tightly grasping the waistband of DJ's pants. Ignoring that, he directed his attention to Commander’s bare top. DJ could see almost every blemish and scar on Commander's skin with the wonky spooning position they took. The glasses he normally wore were set on the bedside table, sitting next to DJ's signature necklace. The bright digital clock read '4AM' in neon red text.

DJ's thumb stroked against Commander's side. The other man sleepily hummed and mumbled something inaudible, further snuggling into DJ.

He then sat up a bit, taking in his surroundings. He was in Commander's room, obviously. It was clear by the nearly blank, blue walls and thousands of pillows that were behind DJ.
He took note of the picture of Commander and everyone else, a picture Commander forced everyone to be a part of. He remembered Commander fussily fixing DJ's hat and brushing the dirt off of his shirt. The memory made DJ snicker. It was framed on the wall next to a golden-framed picture of Commander, Scout, and him. DJ smiled. It was cute to him how much Commander loved everyone, even if he complained every day about some of their stupidity. His room, contrary to everyone's belief, had crumpled paper and discarded clothes thrown here and there, reflecting against his seemingly perfect character.

Once he registered the situation, he glanced down at his sleeping boyfriend, his eyes soft with affection. Commander looked peaceful, his face relaxed with sleep. He was always incredibly expressive while awake so seeing him completely relaxed was a lovely image. DJ smiled and mumbled a soft "cute".

Commander shifted in his arms, his face nestling into the crook of his neck. DJ could feel warm puffs of breath against him, making him shiver.

DJ couldn't help but think back to before they met. Commander was so cold and unforgiving. He remembers when DJ and he bumped into each other, Commander dropped his cold demeanor and became a flustered mess. DJ found it sweet how concerned he was over him, even though DJ literally didn't move and Commander was the one that got launched. That was the moment he fell in love with Commander. Now, unlike the past, Commander grew attached. He was softer in his words and overly affectionate (but only alone with DJ, he told DJ that PDA wasn't allowed, which DJ laughed at). Saying DJ admired Commander was a huge understatement. Everytime he looked at Commander, he felt giddy with love.

A soft sound snapped him out of his thoughts. Commander's hand was clenching around DJ's forearm and his brows were furrowed. DJ realized Commander was starting to wake up. He moved his hand to cup Commander's head, softly stroking, and tilted his own head away, pretending to be asleep. After a couple of seconds, Commander groggily opened his eyes, letting out a quiet groan. DJ fought back the urge to stiffen up as Commander carefully dragged a finger gently up and down DJ's arm. He knew the Commander was trying not to wake him up. Then, he felt a soft pair of lips kiss his cheek, his hands caressing his face as if DJ was a work of art. He heard the bed creak and the warmth that was next to him disappeared.

A couple sounds of clothing ruffling and struggling grunts came from the closet (DJ had memorized Commander's room layout, knowing if he had gotten up in the middle of the night he would totally bust his ass on something on the floor). The familiar tapping sound of Commander's fingers flicking his hat made DJ smile, which he promptly buried his face into his pillow to hide it. DJ cracked an eye open to see Commander head to the bathroom. 'He has a schedule set that I could never meet,' DJ thought offhandedly. The clock's digital ticking made him groan. Apparently his groan was loud enough that it made Commander peek out the bathroom door, a toothbrush poking out of his mouth.

"DJ?" He piped up, his voice slightly muffled.

DJ sighed. His cover was blown.

"Mhm?" He mumbled, trying to play the part of 'freshly woken up boyfriend'.

"Good morning. I'm sorry, did I wake you up?" He spoke in between spits, promptly turning on the sink before walking out to face DJ. He placed a hand on his cocked hip.

DJ hummed. "Nah, you didn't. You're fine." He stretched for emphasis.

"That's good." Commander shut the door quietly and moved over to the bed. "I think you should start getting ready, it's almost 6. We have training today."

"I'll give you a kiss if we don't have to train today."

Commander laughed. "No."

Worth a shot.

DJ stood up from the bed. The cold air hit him and he cringed. He forgot the fan was on. He scratched his chin with a yawn, then moved to the bathroom. Before he closed the bathroom door, he looked over his shoulder at Commander who was fixing his jacket.

"Oh, right, Comm. I think it's very sweet that you kissed me. You should be more affectionate, it's cute," he said with a smile on his face.

Then he closed the door, leaving Commander red and embarrassed.