Five/Aidan Imagines [BoyxBoy]

New Look

Repost. Also, warning: making out at the end. Read it or don't idc.

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Heat washed over me in waves while I laid in bed, the comforter acting as a heater. I have not moved in hours, and it felt as if weights were holding me down tightly, preventing me from getting up. Sweat dripped down my forehead, and I could've sworn I was being burned alive. So when I was able to kick off the heavy blankets that covered me, I was met with a rush of frigid cold air, and I gasped. It was obvious that I had a bad dream last night. About what? I had no clue.

It was early in the morning, around five am, and my boyfriend was still asleep beside me. His bare back was faced towards me, and I couldn't see his face. I tried moving over to grab my glass of water, but his hand held mine in a tight grasp. Even if we were to sleep forever, he would still show me affection, if it just meant holding hands. He wasn't aware of this, but I decided to keep it a secret, finding it too adorable to tell.

I propped myself up on an elbow, and I peered down at him. His ebony hair was messy and scuffed up, but it somehow made him look even more handsome. His pink lips were parted slightly, and soft snores emitted from them. He always told me that he was an ugly sleeper, but I secretly found him cute when he was lured in a deep slumber for the night. I saw that a piece of hair was sprawled over his eyes and the bridge of his nose, and I reached down to move his silky hair away. Oh, how beautiful he was. If only he could see what I see.

Aidan breathed in deeply, and stretched his arms up over his head, indicating that he had woken up. His head tilted back, and he opened his weary eyes to find his lover almost on top of him assessing his features with nothing but pure adoration in his E/C eyes. "Good morning, baby," He whispered with a sweet rasp in his voice, which was common for him in the morning.

A smile creeped up on my lips, and I replied softly, "Morning." I gently placed myself on top of him, and my bare chest rested on his, since I was shirtless as well. I placed sweet kisses on his defined jaw, and trailed them down to his shoulder, which he enjoyed all to himself.

His head turned to the side, and he viewed the bright red clock through droopy eyelids. It was still dark outside, so the numbers were easily seen and quite prominent in the blackness of the room. "My love, it's five in the morning," He murmured, his hand guiding itself up to my slightly moving head to rub it. I hummed a confirmation against his skin, and I sat up to look down at him.

"I know, I couldn't sleep," I confessed in dismay, and I nestled my head into the crook of his neck. He understood that I was having trouble with sleep lately, and he took care of me as much as possible when the daytime crawled into night. He would go to sleep at the same time as me, no matter how early or late it was, and hold me for the whole time. His hair would tickle my ear when he whispered sweet nothings into it, letting the words flow through the air and into my head. It would help, don't get me wrong, but when the nightmares hit, the cycle of the unsympathetic insomnia restarted once again. But worse, leaving me sleep deprived and falling into minute long blank stares.

His nails scratched up and down my back soothingly, leaving me slightly shivering from the sensation. His attempts to make me feel at ease always worked, and he knew this too. "Do you want to get up?" He smiled down at me when I revealed my face to him. I nodded, and got off of him.

The bed shifted when I got off of the mattress, and I went to grab my shirt that was previously thrown across the room from last night. When he began to sit up, I stopped him. "No, go back to sleep." I placed a hand on his chest and pushed him down, making his brows furrowed in annoyance.

"Why can't I stay up with the love of my life?" He whined in defiance, and automatically sat back up again. The blanket fell low on his hips, and I blushed madly at the sight.