Wintertime cuddling (a TSM fanfiction)

Peter

Peter's arms are strong.
His body heat feels nice.
Those are two of the observations Vincent made about cuddling with Peter. While usually his days were filled with stress, tournaments, travel, and practice, falling asleep in Peter's arms at the end of the day felt like heaven, almost.
Peter was a really good cuddler; he was very good at keeping him warm despite the cold winter weather.
Vincent shifted closer into Peter's embrace, letting out a content sigh. In return, he pulled Vincent closer. The air was filled with silence but it still felt like a conversation. Nobody was speaking but it still felt like words. Words of affection, and caring, that weren't directly present even though it felt like it.
Vincent's eyelids became heavy and his thoughts swirled into nonsense. He didn't even feel the energy to yawn. In that moment he was exhausted and drowsy but mostly grateful. Grateful for the opportunity to have met Peter, who he used to know as Doublelift. Grateful that he threw away his dignity to take a risk and try out for TSM. Grateful to have gotten to where he is now.
"What am I talking about?" He thought to himself. "You're thinking too much. Just enjoy the moment~"
Those were his last thoughts before his drowsiness overcame him like a swirling void of unconsciousness. Underneath the covers, next to his teammate, he dreamt of good things.