deboracabral:These two have no shame 3/?It’s not likehe was going to say no when theyasked if it was

deboracabral:These two have no shame 3/?It’s not likehe was going to say no when theyasked if it was okay to have him and Jehan share. Jehan looked happy about it and that was pretty much the end of allhis thoughts on the matter.He wasn’tquite expecting this though. Bahorel prides himself on sleeping like he’s beenhit over the head with a log, but not even he could sleep through this. Jehanhas found one of his arms and seems to be trying to pull him bodily on top of him.GroggilyBahorel opens his eyes and finds that the covers have slid almost completely offthe bed. Jehan did warn him he tosses and kicks in his sleep. That was another argument on their friends’ side to pair him off with Bahorel. Right now, deprived of blankets through his own doing, Jehan is trying to curl up against him, eyes screwed shut in slumbering disagreementwith the world. Clearly he doesn’t appreciate being cold.Bahorelmoves, trying to carefully pull away from Jehan and reach for the last cornerof bedding that hasn’t slipped to the floor yet. No sooner does he try or Jehan letsout a pitiful sort of whine and grabs for him in a way that shuts downall the more sensible parts of his brain just long enough for Bahorel tohastily reach out for him as well. That was amistake.With agratified hum Jehan buries into his embrace, squirming until his arms and legsare thrown around him in so haphazard a way that by the time he comes to hissenses, Bahorel knows he has no chance whatsoever of freeing himself withoutwaking Jehan up. And he can’t wake himup. Bahorel canfeel his heart beating a rhythm of terror and triumph against his ribcage,equally in raptures and in a panic to have Jehan pressed against him like this.His limbs clinging with a refusal to let him go, his face nearly touching hisown. He’strapped, caught, he can’t move. Not even to brush the stray strands of hair outof Jehan’s face. At no pointin his life has he been accused of being cold-blooded, but right now the heatgushing through his body is excessive even by his standards. Bahorel puts hishead back down on the pillow and breathes. It’s a blush that has discovered thesecret to becoming a fever and it goes far, far beyond the tint of his cheeks.In his embrace Jehan’s muscles slowly relax, no longer cold and, against all odds, comfortableagain.Bahorelstares at his sleeping face, Jehan’s freckles invisible in the dark, but putback in their place by his own mind. He may not survive this. It feels like he’sabout to burn up from the inside out.Jehan sighsin his sleep. Content with the whole of existence.Bahorellets out a silent breath, and closes his eyes.So let himburn up.What a wayto go. -- source link

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