i made this on samsung notes in the middle of the night lol
for BatiM! also gay stuff. yeah
chapters 6-9 are smut! i may only hope god is merciful to me
It was 6 am on a chilly Sunday morning. The warm sun rays were starting to fill the room through the gaps in the blinds, just barely bright enough to see. The light melodies of birds chirping seeming distant and soft, and the sharp, cold air outside seemed to wake the old music director up. Sammy Lawrence fluttered his eyes open, head spinning slightly, still a bit tired from the day before. He stayed up late writing melodies for work, and fell asleep at his desk. But... he didn't wake up at his desk..? Instead, he found himself under his blanket on his bed. Sammy started to move, but felt something holding him down, almost pinning him. Did he own a weighted blanket? No, that wasn't it. He slowly looked behind him. It was Norman Polk. He was cuddled up close to Sammy, in only his shorts. His arms wrapped around Sammy from behind, spooning him under the warm confines of the blanket. It was cozy and warm, and left Sammy feeling soft and fuzzy. This was unusual, but not new. He didn't want to get up, but knew he would have to eventually. Sammy gently moves his hand closer to Norman, as if signaling that he has to get up, before hearing a mumble. "...'mornin, sleepyhead." A low, raspy voice emerges from the slightly taller man. Sammy smiles. He replies in a quiet voice, "Good morning, Norman. Did you put me here?" "...mmhm." Norman's soft, almost charming voice resonates in Sammy's ear. "Thanks." Sammy's face starts to get warm. He closes his eyes, and sighs contentedly. He doesn't need anyone to see him blush, he'd never hear the end of it. Suddenly, he is being pulled closer. The shift of movement pulls the blanket a bit away from him, but that doesn't concern him. Norman pulls him into a tight hug, as if letting him go would mean losing him forever. "...do you need to get up? Can't you just stay here?" Norman asks, a hint of disappointment in his voice. Sammy smiles. "...I guess I can stay for another hour or so. It is our off-day, of course." He intertwined his fingers with Norman's, blushing softly. "......I love you." Norman whispers, after a few moments. "I love you, too."
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