Diggy Diggy One-Shots(Yogs and Hatfilms)

Troffy (SFW)

TW: SO FLUFFY

Title: ~Warmth~

The air was warm and it enveloped them as they walked, stumbling blindly in the dark of the tiny B&B landing. Trott sucked in a breath of surprise as Smiths hand slipped form around his shoulders down to his waist and his much bigger body lunged violently towards him crushing him against the wall.

“Urgh, I think this is it...” Smith’s words were slurred and Trott couldn’t see but he could smell the rich alcohol laced lips of his friend very near to his face. His spinning head pushed him to lean a little forward and he could almost taste the whiskey on Smiths lips a moment before the door opened where he had thought a wall had been. He reached out fingers grasping tight to Smiths flannel shirt in an effort to stay on his feet his footsteps littering the wooden floor of smith’s room. They clattered into the tiny room Trott struggling to stay upright as Smith powered on forwards his drunken mind clearly aiming for the bed.

“Fuck, now I have to find my room.”

Smith bowled right over him and he ended his own slurred speech with a squawk. They fell onto the bed Smith making some small effort to stop himself from crushing Trott during the fall his hand grabbing Trotts belt and yanking him upwards; the other reaching out to break the fall. He snorted into Trotts neck his chest lying across Trotts stomach until he clambered up onto his knees. He literally crawled across the bed and settled up against the pillows taking great care not to put a sluggish knee down on top of Trotts face. Trott lay on his back giggling to himself as the dim ceiling light span in concentric circles above. The room was even warmer than the landing and his own shirt clung to him, his dark jeans restrictive and tight across his loose legs. He wobbled his feet kicking off his shoes.

“Hmm maybe I will just stay here then.”

Smith made a noncommittal noise from somewhere above him and Trott rolled onto his side to stare at him.

He was very very drunk.

And so was Smith.

His face was pink and a lazy smile spread over his lips. He was grinning back at Trott his eyes slowly tracing over Trott’s face as he made a deep rumbling sound in his chest. Trotts eyes fell to watch the slow rise and fall of his chest and his muscles ached with his desire to curl up there. He frowned.

“I’m staying here.”

He said it again a little more forceful this time and Smith raised an eyebrow the dopey smile only shining brighter as he nodded. “Uh’ course mate.” Smith lifted a heavy hand and patted the bed next to him his eyelids dropping a little. Trott took that as an invitation and dragged his sodden limbs up the bed until he was sat back on his thighs next to Smith’s boots. He yanked at them wrinkling his nose as Smith made a minimal effort to help.

“Why’d you take my boots?” His voice was whiny and he pouted down at him.

“You can’t wear them on the bed Smith. You can’t-it’s rude.”

Smith just shrugged and chuckled deeply to himself ending with another low rumble and Trott knocked the boots to the floor slowly and carefully placing his hands on the bed so he could crawl up to Smith. At first he intended to lean against the pillow next to him but as he turned around to sit back Smith reached out wrapping an arm over his shoulder to place his hand over Trotts heart. This pulled him close to his body until he was leant up against Smiths chest. He sighed happily and leant his head back to rest on Smith’s shoulder. His hands lay limp on his legs and he thought about all the places he wished he could put them, drifting off to thoughts of the warmth of Smiths arm over him and the smell of warm cotton.