Oasis one shot

Noel came back to his house 5 am and saw everyone was asleep, the house was so dark he almost can't see he tip-toed to his and Liam's bedroom, he tip-toed slowly making sure that no one will hear his footsteps. When he reached to his and Liam's bedroom he closed the door behind him slowly, he glanced around the room and the lampshade on the nightstand between the two bed almost blind him and he saw Liam was sleeping on his bed.

Little cunt, he thought.

So he just placed his bag and his guitar case down onto the floor quietly, kicked off his shoes and sat on the foot of his bed. He looked at Liam's naked feet, completely still except for some tiny movements he made as he dreamt. He regretted not having anything resembling a feather, but then he got a better idea.

"This little piggy went to the market... this little piggy stayed home..."

The monster stirred from the depths of his warm burrow.

"This little piggy-"

"Uhn- piggy wot-?"

"-had roast beef..."

And this little piggy nearly got a kick in the nose.

"Le'go o' mef- wot the fuck!?"

Liam began to kick in every direction as Noel tried to finish the nursery rhyme, pulling his brother's little toe and crying 'wee wee wee'. Liam had managed to tangle himself in the covers in such a way that it took him quite a struggle to get free, and the more he tried, the more Noel laughed.

"Fuckin' cunt!"

When he finally emerged from the blankets, his hair was a mess and his cheeks were lightly tinted from the exertion. His face was a cross between miffed and sleepy, which made him look childlike. Noel knew it was just his ol' cunt of a brother, but the sight still made his heart warm.

"'Ello to you too."

"Why d'ya do tha' for!?"

"'Cos you're in me bed."

Liam pouted but stubbornly rolled on his side, giving his back to Noel and muttering, petulantly:

"'Ts me bed now."

"The fuck it is!"

"You left so you don't get to choose, alright?"

Noel sighed loudly, pretending to be more irritated than he actually was. As much as his brother annoyed him, he had missed him. Not as much as his bed though.

"Get off, Liam."

"No. And yer fuckin' cunt. Now lemme sleep."

Liam closed his eyes, refusing to budge so much as an inch.

"We'll fucking see 'bout that."

Noel undressed from his sitting position, tossing his trousers and t-shirt on Liam's abandoned bed and being as noisy as he could, so Liam would not gracefully slide back into unconsciousness. Not that he would fall asleep anyway. Noel saw him crack a curious eye open to take a peek, before pretending to be asleep again.

Once he was down to his pants, he plopped on the bed beside Liam, nearly dislodging the younger man. Then he settled on the mattress, pulled up the covers over the two of them and pressed his chest against Liam's back. Before his brother could react, Noel gave him a tight and uncomfortable squeeze, one that felt more like an attack than a sign of affection.

"Wot the fuck yer doin', knobhead?"

Ah, so now he got the little shit's attention.

"Gonna have a kip-"

"Spoonin' me like a fuckin' poof-!?"

"-as soon as you shut your fuckin' gob."

Liam wriggled in Noel's embrace, but did not make a real effort to escape.

"C'mon Noely, don't be sick!"

"I ain't being sick. This me fuckin' bed and I'm sleeping here whether you like it or not."

Liam opened his mouth to complain and cuss some more, but instead he just huffed and relaxed completely against Noel's body. Noel would never dare to claim the understood the logic behind Liam mental processes (if there was any), and could not pinpoint what motivated this change of heart, but he discovered that it was actually quite cosy to sleep with Liam when was so warm - and quiet.

"So... you're back."

Of course, the quietness could never be sustained long enough for it to suit him.

"So it seems."

"For good?"

There was a hint of expectation in Liam's voice, and Noel found that both disturbing and endearing.

"For now."

"Good."

The two just lay there together, their breathing synchronising, as well as their heartbeats. Noel arms relaxed around Liam's waist, and he discovered the softness of Liam's skin when his cheek touched the back of his neck. He hazily figured that it was not right for two adult brothers to sleep like this, but he didn't want to move. He was exhausted.

And he was home. Home, finally, that scary and wonderful place called home. He breathed deeply, taking in Liam's scent. Sweat, shampoo and booze. That's what home smelt like. Home had always been where Liam was, and Liam was here. Liam was real.

Noel would have many days to discover what had changed between them while he was away. For now, he wanted to enjoy that which they still shared, without letting guilt steal away the simple joy of that moment. That purity.

"'Ts 6 in the mornin', already," Liam mumbled, voice thick and groggy.

"Better sleep then, the sun's coming up soon."

He saw Liam's eyes look up at the window, as if trying to catch a glimpse of the horizon, growing lighter as the first fingers of dawn touched it.

"Nah," Liam whispered, turning towards his brother to look at him straight in the eye, "I think the sun's already here, innit?"

He snuggled closer and buried his nose in the space where Noel's shoulder met the pillow. Noel wanted to complain, wanted to push him away, but he couldn't. He wrapped his arms around Liam, thinking that the sun had always been here, waiting for him to come back.