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Midnight Cuddles | Shyan (Buzzfeed Unsolved)

[I started this on the 30th of November, 2017 at 1:29am. So, yes, Ryan's exhaustion is just my own and I'm projecting onto him. Sorry, baby. Surprised I can put together coherent thoughts at this point, tbh.]

Ryan hasn't slept in days, what with stressing over this trip to whatever place that they'd just finished filming at and researching stuff about the aforementioned place. He knows he looks like hell; he doesn't need people telling him that every five seconds. He rubs at his red eyes as he opens the hotel room door and steps in, stumbling slightly. He has the motor skills of a toddler at the moment.

Ryan throws his flashlight on the bed and his bag on the floor, sighing loudly. Shane does the same, except he tosses everything onto the bed. Ryan rubs his face, dead tired after the shoot and just wanting to go to bed, but the knowledge that he'd decided to stay in a haunted hotel room made sleep seem just a tad less exciting. He does know that he needs to shower. 

"Dibs on the shower!" Shane yells, grabbing a towel he'd scrounged up from somewhere and walking into the bathroom. 

"Shane, not fair! I wanted to shower!" Ryan yells back. Sometimes he realizes that the two of them act like children, but at this point, he doesn't care. 

"I'm showering first, unless you wanna shower together," Shane says, winking before shutting the door firmly behind him. Ryan rolls his eyes.

He settles himself onto the single bed in the room (yet another mistake on his part, but he's too tired to go to the front desk to ask them to change it) and pulls out his phone. He fucks around on it for a while, reading a few more unsolved cases and archiving them in his Memos app. 

About ten or fifteen minutes later, Shane walks out of the bathroom, dressed in black sweatshirt and a gray t-shirt, slightly damp and his hair sticking up in random places. When Ryan looks up, he can't help but stare at the elder man. Who looks that good right after a shower?! 

"Your turn." Shane falls backward onto the bed, eyes closed. Ryan takes the time to drag his eyes down Shane's form, taking in some details, like where Shane's sides dip into his waist or where his waist dips into his hips. One thing he definitely locks away is how large Shane's bulge is.

Ryan doesn't answer, cheeks flaming and mind cloudy, both with exhaustion and arousal. He hurries into the shower, turning the water as hot as it will go and steps in. 

[The author doesn't want to write Ryan's shower scene. Also, the author's phone corrected "shower" to "whore". Let's move on.]

Ryan gets out, dries off completely and gets dressed in some comfy shorts and a large t-shirt. He leaves the bathroom and crawls into the bed. The lights are still on, but considering how tired he feels, he could care less about the fucking lights. He hears Shane groan loudly about Ryan's apparent laziness. 

Ryan falls blissfully asleep as soon as the lights go out.

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Something crashes and Ryan is suddenly very awake and snaps to an upright position. He grabs his flashlight and shines it around the room. He doesn't see anything, but that doesn't mean that nothing is there, per say. 

A quieter crash this time and Ryan immediately shines the flashlight in that direction. 

"Shane, Shane. I think there's something in the room with us. Shane, oh my God, Shane Alexander Madej, wake the fuck up!" Ryan says, progressively getting more and more frantic with every word and shaking Shane violently. 

Shane groans quietly, blinking his eyes open, clouded by sleep. "Th' fuck d'you wan', Ry'n?"

"There's something in this fucking room, Shane," Ryan whispers. He's terrified and he feels a hand on his chest, laying him down and two arms pulling him close. He almost struggles.

He realizes that his back is pressed against Shane's chest and his butt is against his crotch, which makes his face heat up and his body flush with warmth. His breathing hitches when he hears Shane's breathing in his ear and can feel Shane's hot breaths and lips ghosting (no pun intended) over his neck. Shane hums lowly and Ryan can feel the rumble of it against his spine. 

Shane slips a warm hand under Ryan's shirt and rests it right over his heart. Shane's other arm lies trapped beneath Ryan's side. Shane nuzzles against Ryan's neck, lips pressing a bit harder.

"Shane, your arm," Ryan murmurs, wriggling in Shane's sleepy grip. 

"Hmmm... shut up, Ry, go to sleep," Shane whispers, lips not moving away from Ryan's neck. Shane tugs Ryan closer, holding him like a teddy bear. 

Cautiously, Ryan relaxes and twines his legs with Shane's. The heat of Shane's body and the lull of his breathing make Ryan more and more drowsy with each passing second. Gradually, with the warmth of Shane's hand over his heart, he falls asleep. 

[Thank you.]