Twoset Shorts

Silent nights in Taipei. (all fluffs)

-Brett? Eddy made a careful knock at his childhood's bedroom door before opening it, flinching at the well-known squeak that always occurred when it'd made it's way halfway open. He peeped inside to see his love under the doona, there was a slight movement from there.
-Eddy, what's wrong?
He tiptoed over the old floor, made an extra leap over the two boards he knew would creak as a dying something if he stepped on them. And only barely made it.
-You're not in my bed. That's what's awfully wrong.
-As a matter of fact, I am! Brett smiled brightly, as if he expected him to laugh.
-Not funny. I missed you.
-Honey, I'm right here.
-But I want you next to me.
-I know, but your old bed's too small.
-Bigger than the one I've got though. You've got the best out of everything. Only because you're the guest.
-I know. But honey, what's the problem?
-I wanna sleep with you! Move over!
-No, you're not gonna fit...Nahnahnah, Mngf! Brett groaned as Eddy pushed him up against the wall. -Oh my God!
-My feet are cold.
-What else is new? Here.
Brett let him put them in between his knees.
-You sure you're not gonna fall out?
-Yeah, I'm good.
Brett wrapped the doona tightly around his back.
-You know, Eddy, you're used to sleep alone every time we're here. And even when you're in your own flat you often prefer to.
-Yeah, but nah...
-That's why I got you the ding-dong for present! To keep you company while we're here.
-It's cute, but it doesn't work. I really don't want to sound ungrateful, but... I want YOU. You're dong is not gonna...
-Hey, you complaining??? About my dong???
-God, stupid! Not at all, but it won't keep my feet warm.

It was a chilly night.
Coming straight over from Singapore and being used to 30 Celsius and rain around the clock all year long, those dropping night temperatures caught them by surprise every time.
Brett wondered how many times you could possibly be surprised like that, the same thing happened every time they went over to Australia as well, during winter season.
A Brissie-night in july could be really crisp.

-You know we can't sleep like this, yeah? That'll be way too tight, as soon as you'll try and move, you're gonna fall onto the floor.
-I know. I just... want you to heat up my feet. And I want some cuddles. And kisses.
-Ok, ok, we can cuddle for a little while, then you'll go back to your own room?
-Mhm.
But Eddy knew he wouldn't do that. He knew that Brett was only being concerned about him falling out of the bed, and he himself liked to toss and turn, he needed some space to have a good night's sleep. Usually Eddy took up the space from a double all by himself, waking up diagonally or like a starfish in the middle of the bed. Brett was much calmer, but as always concerned by Eddy's well-being, which, indeed, melted his heart, but nope, he'd stay put.

Truth was, none of them had been able to sleep yet, sleeping another place than home was always uncomfortable the first night or two, for both of them. Even though it was in the same house, same room as thousands of times before, it was always something that needed to get used to, every single time.
Eddy yanked at Brett's tee and wriggled his hand underneath it, searching for his soft, warm skin. Finally finding what he so longed for, it felt like Brett's warmth was radiating from his back, into Eddy's hand and carried on through his arm and finally spreading all throughout his whole body. Touching Brett's living body always felt like it kept him alive as well. Just like in a cartoon. When he felt as if he was all blue, stiff and almost like an ice sculpture, all he needed to do was feel his loved one's warm body under his hand and he would be defrosting and coming to life just like that.
His hand stroked his love's back, making his whole body longing for even more. He sighed loudly and pulled him closer, as he pressed himself up against the source of his life, his living sun.
He kissed Brett's shoulder, his neck, careful, small kisses, pretending to be a butterfly. Or a bird maybe. As if that mattered at all. All that mattered was here, right now.
Then his mouth finally touched the most tasteful, beautiful, softest lips he could've ever imagined.
Both nearly dozing off from all the comfort, all there ever was, were sleepy, lazy kisses given between them. That was enough though. It was no less than perfect.