Crazy Together

4

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"I can't find it!" Mike whines, sifting through Will's closet for his sleeping bag.

"Are you sure? Maybe it's in the back or something."

"No it's not here!" He tosses a few stray shirts towards Will as he looks desperately. He doesn't want to sleep on the carpet.

"Ohhh.." Will says, seemingly thinking about something.

Mike pauses his search. "Oh what?"

"Jonathan went camping earlier this week. Maybe it's still in the wash or in his car or something."

Mike sighs at the news and tosses the shirts back in the closet and shuts it.

"So what do I do now?" He says, clearly annoyed now.

"Well. I mean," Will brushes his hair back nervously. "You can.. share the bed with me?"

Mike looks at the twin sized bed and shrugs. "Well, I don't really have another option so, sure."

Will nods. Sure, maybe that stung him a bit internally but he knows Mike didn't mean it to be rude.

Mike was like hydrogen peroxide, sure, it hurts sometimes, but it means well.

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The first thing Will notices when he wakes up is the warmth.

The warmth of someone splayed across his chest.

The warmth of someone with their head rest nuzzled in the nape of his neck.

He swallows nervously as he looks down with his eyes to see that it's just Mike.

Wait a minute.

It's Mike.

Their legs are currently entangled together, their arms paired just as closely.

He feels his heart - rate rise drastically as he looks over the sight before him and takes in the touch.

Will's face heats up and he squeezes his eyes shut to try and not focus on it. God.

Him and Mike are.. are.. cuddling ?

Shit.

He takes in a few breaths to try and calm himself as he can't help but feel the urge to giggle.

The excitement blossoms in his chest awfully quickly as he looks over the sight again.

He pokes Mike and he squirms a bit over his chest, shifting a bit before looking back up at Will groggily.

Mike looks awfully confused before assessing the situation and awkwardly laughing.

"Morning." Will says, chuckling as Mike looks just as surprised as he feels inside.

"Ahh.. good morning." He says, a blush creeping up his cheeks as he swiftly rolls off of Will.

Will groans internally at the loss of comfort and warmth but at least he can breathe clearly now without the extra weight on his chest, he supposes.

"How'd you sleep?" Will says softly, sitting up to look at Mike who is rubbing his eyes and yawning.

He responds with the default of, "Good."

Will giggles a bit. "Yeah. You seemed a little cold though."

"Huh?" Mike says, taking a few moments to register it and when he does his face turns a bit red. "Oh. Yeah.."

Will knows that Mike likes cuddling up to blankets and pillows in his sleep, but it had slipped from his mind almost completely when they fell asleep together, as far away as they could on the small mattress.