Sweet nightmares [ Mithross one-shot ]

Nightmare cure

It was one of those nights Ross hated with a burning passion, it was around four in the morning and Ross was laying in his bed while staring blankly at the ceiling. He was breathing slightly heavily and having some sweat running down his face, he had a nightmare, it was a weird one too, he doesn't remember much of it though but it sure spooked him since he was in this kind of state. He sighs as he sees he can't really fall asleep now as his mind is filled with flashes of that nightmare, so he slowly gets up and looks around his little room, it sure was dark and he couldnt see that much but he could see all the clothes and other stuff on the floor. He made his way to his door with a bit of difficulty since he thought he could at least get some water since his throat is dry. So as he makes his way out of his room and into the kitchen and gets a glass of water he thinks he can hear a slight snoring in the living room. He decides he should go check so he walks into the living room with his glass of water, and of course it being so dark still since he didnt bother to turn on any of the lights he hits his foot in the couch. Ross yelps and almost drops his water on the couch, muttering a couple of "ow"s as he rubs his foot with his free hand, though quickly stops as he hears that soft snoring again, though this time louder. He looks down at the couch to see Max sleeping loudly on it. Ross smiles and ruffles Max's ginger hair a bit, making a small sip out of his water before noticing Max is holding something in his hand which is resting on his chest, it's his shirt, which means Max is shirtless while peacefully sleeping all spread out on the couch. Ross almost choked on his water and a small shade of pink started covering his cheeks. He sighed and put his glass down on the small table next to the couch before looking at Max's face, "He really is not waking up huh." Ross muttered under his breath and sighed once again. He looked at the shirt Max is holding before reaching a hand and carefully taking it from Max. He brought it up to his face and sniffed it a little bit, it smelled like Max, it felt nice. Ross smiled and took his glass of water before carefully walking back to his room so he doesn't wake up Max. He took another sip out of his water before laying down on his bed, holding onto the shirt tightly to his chest. He no longer was thinking about that nightmare, and he started to slowly fall back asleep, smiling happily and now thinking of Max and only Max. Ross did not wake up from another nightmare that night, though when morning came, Max woke up to being slightly cold, and well, let's just say he found his shirt afterwards, though he found Ross clinging to it also, and well, when Ross woke up his nightmare just began, as Max started teasing him about it and wouldn't stop talking about the shirt incident all day.