(fang x buster/fangster) bigmouth strikes again

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Fang felt himself embraced by a warm presence, despite the cold temperatures that he could also sense. A few seconds into his state of being awake he could actually regain his sensing abilities, bringing himself to enjoy the moment even more after realizing what's going on.

He wasn't sure what time it was, but he didn't really feel like checking the time, especially since it may disrupt the peace the two were in. He opened his eyes just for a second, so he could take a look around.

Once his gaze went a little upward, he felt fuzzy staring at his friend's face. Even though they weren't doing anything special, and to anybody else it would seem rather unappealing, for him it was extremely calming, as if it were honey for his eyes.

He decided to just go back to sleep and anticipate the other one to wake up, the thing not being a problem to do so given the circumstances. What else could he ask for?

He shut his eyes, and decided to use the situation to bury his head deeper into the other's chest, tightening the grip he had around him. He was very happy with himself, but his peace would be ruined with the reminder of what he's told Edgar earlier.

It snapped him out of his idyll, making him stressed instead. It wasn't often that he had thoughts, or rather reminders, that would make his stomach drop, but thanks to this quick (albeit not smart) thinking, he found himself with one.

He reassured himself, thinking that there was no way he'd just genuinely start going around and telling what he's heard, yet the possibility still stood. As a way of comfort, he once again used the physical situation he was in, it being what actually worked as a method to chill his thoughts.

As far as he tried, the stress:comfort ratio was pretty imbalanced, disabling him from attempting to fall asleep. Instead of his stress levels going down with the time that's passed, it seemed as if they grew instead, ruining the experience.

"Hey dude, what's up?" The voice startled him a little, making him a little aware of his surroundings. He only then realized that he's had his brows furrowed so much (or for so long?) it's actually starting to become painful.

"Hm?" He opened his eyes and looked up at the source of the voice. "I don't know. I woke up like a minute ago, first thing I see is you with a face as if you were taking a shit. " Buster answered, raising his eyebrows.

"Ah, it's nothing, just thinking. " The chinese replied, thinking about getting off of him so he wouldn't be annoying. The man looked at him for a second, presumably trying to figure out if something is actually going on.

"Come on man, what is it? You look like you're stressin'" The ginger said, putting his hand on the head of the other. "I just told something to someone that I shouldn't. It's nothing to worry about. " Fang answered, shrugging (at least in a way he could).

"You sure?" Buster readjusted his body into a slightly mroe comfortable position. "Yeah man, really. You know what time it is? I wanna go sleep for some more if it's possible. " He asked him, his eyelids nearly closing. He felt the other move, which saddened him because he feared that he may be pushed off or something, but it turned out second later that he could stay the way he is.

"Mm.. Only 5AM man, we should both go hit the hay. I don't know what's got us up so early. " Buster told him, quickly glancing at his phone, then putting it back. "Ah, alright. " Fang couldn't say that he wasn't happy with the fact that he could sleep embraced with him some more, even risking the possibility that it might turn out to cross the not gay/gay line. 🙏🏼🔥

The next time he was awakened it was not by will, but by the Fantastic Amazing Genius Glamorous Outstanding Tender person in a tent next to theirs, whose alarm rang out so loudly it probably could've been heard from the other side of the campsite.