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chapter 4

Kaveh awoke to the familiar scent of his roomate, he groaned as he awoke, digging his face to block out the light imbedding in his face.
His body felt warm, soft and safe.
Kaveh decided it was time to wake up, he had lots of work to catch up on. But he didn't want to wake up, it was so comfy in bed.

He got back to his senses, eyes still shut and comfortable, trying to remember everything that had happened earlier.
He was drunk.
But what happened after? Did he accidentally sleep with someone? Is that why he feels a warm body around him?
Kaveh slowly opened his eyes, finding his head dug against someone's chest. The scent of Al Haitham.
Kaveh froze, eyes widening as he slowly looked up to find a peacefully sleeping Al Haitham.
Kaveh was all over Al Haitham, hugging him tightly. His arm under the scribe's arm, hands clinging onto his shirt tightly at his back. His leg, hooked over Al Haitham's thigh.
The scribe's hand he was meant to be sleeping on was wrapped at Kaveh's waist, his other hand, holding the blonde's thigh over his leg.
"What the fuck.." Kaveh whispered, staring at the, oddly enough, peaceful, Al Haitham. Memories clashed in his mind from last night and his face burned red. Why did he have to keep talking..?
Kaveh tried to move, part of him wanted to stay, held by Al Haitham, who knew the scribe was a touchy man? How did they even get in this position, knowing the scribe he would at least try to sleep at the extreme opposite of the bed.
The blond squirmed, moving his head away from Al Haitham's chest, to look up. Trying not to wake him. As Kaveh tried to get up, Al Haitham's hand squeezed, he was slowly waking up, trying to get back.
Kaveh panicked, freezing. It was somewhat comforting how Al Haitham held his waist. Kaveh doesn't remember the last time they hugged, a proper hug. Maybe it was the time when Kaveh hugged Al Haitham when the scribe let him live with him.
Yes, that was the last time they hugged properly. That's been.. 2 years? Kaveh felt chills when he realised that. They always exchanged small touches, brushing at each other, grabbing hands when Kaveh needed to drag Al Haitham somewhere.
Al Haitham has always been awkward around touch, it never felt sincere but this.. It feels really sincere.

"I wish this was every morning" He huffed to himself, shaking his head. How selfish could he be asking for that? He isn't worthy enough to be awoken to a warm hug by Al Haitham every morning. Kaveh got up, trying to softly push the scribe's hand, first of his thigh. The weight taken off his leg seemed strange, now to move his own leg off Al Haitham's. Kaveh raised his foot, slowly moving it, and laying on his back. Slipping Al Haitham's hand off his waist, Kaveh tried to get up, pushing the blanket off him. The bed creaked slowly. Kaveh froze again.
"Stupid bed." He muttered, sitting up and not on top of Al Haitham's arm. He turned around, crawling off the bed. Al Haitham was a light sleeper, Kaveh feared the moment Al Haitham would wake up as he crawled off the bed.
He heard a groan behind him. Kaveh froze, eyes widening as he looked behind. Just as he was about to crawl.

"You know you don't have to do all that.." Al Haitham groaned, the scribe moving to his back, his eyes still closed as he moved his arms over his eyes, staring at the ceiling. Kaveh burned red.
"Y–you were awake the whole time!?" Kaveh exclaimed, as he quickly jumped out the bed, turning to the bed and at the scribe.

"You wish this was every morning?" Al Haitham scoffs, turning his head to look at Kaveh, his arm flopping to move to his side.

"I–I was sarcasming– what? Fuck I was being Sarcastic!" Kaveh blurted out, glancing down at what he was wearing. "Why did you just stay in that position!?" Kaveh grumbled.
Al Haitham rolled his eyes, getting up stretching. "You were the one who was on top of me. I couldn't move." Al Haitham grumbled, rubbing his eyes.
Kaveh burned red. "Just shove me off you!" He huffed.

Al Haitham stared at the reddened blond. A smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

"Are you nervous, Kaveh?"