Words: 764
Warnings: none!
Ship: Canon era Jojo x Tommy Boy!
Type: fluffffffffffffffffff
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As of late, Jojo had been getting less and less sleep. It wasn't necessarily that he was getting nightmares like some newsies, or that he was staying out late to earn a few extra bucks like others, it was all natural. It was like his body refused to shut off when he wanted sleep.
Tommy Boy did in fact notice this, so while Jojo was out at Jacobi's with the other newsies, he hung back in the empty lodging house to gather all his blankets, sheets and pillows and deposit them on Jojo's bunk. He even sold off his bunk for the night to a younger newsie who was in need of one – it was at a fair price of course.
Jojo sighed deeply as he entered the lodging house much earlier than anyone else. He had to in order to get a decent amount of sleep for the inevitably busy day he would have tomorrow. But what he found was much better than sweet sleep as he trudged up the stairs.
Tommy Boy had made his bed into a nest of sorts, blankets and pillows strewn about in a circular fashion. "What the—" He murmured looking around for the boy in question. While he was nowhere to be seen, he knew he was somewhere... First he checked beneath the bunk, then above in the bunk that belong to Tommy, but there was no trace of him.
Sighing, Jojo started to undress himself, hanging up his clothes over the end of the bunk with great care. That's when he noticed the second pair of clothing off to the side, hanging not so neatly. "Mi amor," He rolled his eyes laughing. "Muy desordenado..." It was so easy for him to slip back into the language he had grown up around as he tidied up after his beloved boyfriend.
"Oh, you don't have to do that."
Jojo whirled around, smiling widely at the voice of his boyfriend, though what he say was much more exciting. Tommy Boy stood in the doorway to the bunk, two steaming mugs in hand, and in nothing but his sleepwear. His hair was ruffled and his dark eyes sparkled adorably in the hazy yellow light of the bunkroom. "Tea?" He offered up a mug, gesturing to the 'nest' and Jojo wasted no time, sitting down in the nest comfortably, making room for Tommy.
Once they were both situated, Jojo sipped at his tea gratefully. "Thanks," He leaned over to peck Tommy on the cheek. "Ain't no one's done this before."
"What? You're telling me that no one's treated the prettiest boy in the world to a cup of tea?" the other boy quipped, a mock flabbergasted expression on his face which in turn caused Jojo to burst into laughter.
"No silly," He nudged him gently. "I meant this." Jojo gestured around himself, careful of the mug in his hand. "It's... it's real sweet, Tom."
"Ah don't mention it," Tommy Boy kissed his forehead tenderly. "A pretty boy in need is a pretty boy indeed."
"...that's not the saying."
"I know."
Jojo couldn't help but laugh at that. Tommy had this expression on his face than meant he knew full well what he was doing and that he was being silly and it warmed Jojo's heart to know he was making him laugh because he merely wanted to.
"You're crazy." He giggled, finishing off his tea. He was full and warm and with Tommy. Nothing could be better.
"You're sleepy." The other boy fired back. It was true though. Jojo's eyes were beginning to droop and his head was rested against Tommy Boy's shoulder which he found was surprisingly comfortable. "Alright," He chirped, taking Jojo's mug and placing the pair beneath the bunk where he'd collect them later. "Bed time."
It took a moment, but Tommy was able to maneuver Jojo so they were both laying down, Tommy's arm draped lazily over Jojo's waist and Jojo curled up to Tommy's chest. It was warm and sweeter than sugar laying like this.
"I really enjoyed this, Tommy," Jojo yawned, his eyes fluttering open.
"I love you and this is what I do." He petted the smaller boy's hair, lulling him to sleep, however Jojo let out a small laugh.
"Stop making me laugh," He pecked his chest softly. "I'm trying to sleep."
Now, it was quite amusing when the other boys came back into the lodge and Tommy Boy literally hissed at them to be quiet for Jojo was sound asleep in his arms.
And then Race tripped on the mugs.
"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
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Translations
Mi amor: my love
Muy desordenado: very messy
