Happy New Year!! (And meme)

[lauand]

Happy New Year, everybody!

And, why not, New Year is the perfect meme time! Give me a prompt (pairing and a word, a sentence, an idea, whatever) and I'll write the continuation. Or doodle some shit. But probably write something. You know my fandoms (if not, you can always ask).

(AND I CAN'T LET THE OPPORTUNITY PASS: DO SUBMIT SOME SHIT FOR THE 5YO

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[lauand]

Probably not what you had in mind, but I hope you like it anyway!

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Gojyo, Hakkai had observed with time, had two preponderant qualities in slumber. First, he was a furnace. Second, he sprawled like a starfish. That turned him into horrible bedsharing material, so Hakkai encouraged the use of the couch (for Gojyo to fall asleep) so that he (Hakkai) could make use of the bed unbothered. Only, today (tonight) there was something missing, because Hakkai was just unable to fall asleep, even with the (tiny) bed entirely at his disposition.

Maybe he had been thinking too much, lately. Or maybe it was the cold. Maybe it was the coffee. Maybe it was all of the above.

Gojyo was laid back and easy-going, never worrying about puting labels on things, on relationships. But Hakkai needed to know where he stood, and even if he was certain that Gojyo and him were certainly friends (best friends, Hakkai would say, and he was not a presumptuous man), he couldn't put a name to this thing they sometimes did without talking about it. The contact was okay because Gojyo was a physical person and touched everyone on a daily basis, but Hakkai was moderately sure that the occassional handjobs weren't the usual interaction between friends (not even best friends). And Hakkai wasn't even sure if he wanted more, or if he wanted less, or if he wanted exactly that. And that was part of the problem, that he didn't know. Nor what he wanted, neither what he had. And that was new for him, because he was used to being certain of everything and knowing exactly what to do. So, well, he couldn't sleep. And he was cold.

And that's how Hakkai found himself standing above Gojyo's sprawled form on the couch, not even feeling the need to rearrange Gojyo's limbs into something more comfortable-looking because his head was full with other worries, like suspecting he actually knew what he wanted. Only, would Gojyo want the same thing?

Sleepy and tired and cold, Hakkai decided he didn't have the patience to wait until tomorrow to have a civil (and awkward) conversation around a cup of tea, so he raised a bit the thin blanket that was making a valiant effort to cover at least part of Gojyo's body and tried to lie down beside him on the couch. Which was impossible, because it was still smaller than the bed, so he ended up on Gojyo, mostly. But that was okay, because it was cold and Gojyo was a furnace. It took some shifting and some painful, unintentional elbowing, to find a comfortable position, but at long last, Hakkai was satisfied. Even more when Gojyo's arms found their way around him, and even a leg moved up to bind him securely and keep him warm.

"Are you awake?" Hakkai whispered, because he wanted to know if Gojyo knew whom he was holding in his arms.

Gojyo tightened his embrace and did what felt like nuzzling Hakkai's hair.

"Depends..." Gojyo slurred against Hakkai's head, which was like not saying anything.

"On?"

Gojyo sighed.

"On what you want me awake for."

Hakkai gave it some thought.

"Maybe I don't want you awake."

Gojyo's hand started doing a repetitive, probably unconscious rubbing motion on Hakkai's back.

"Cool. Then I'm not."

The cotton of Gojyo's T-shirt was soft and warm under Hakkai's cheek. Maybe things were really that easy. Hakkai allowed his hands to start some tiny stroking of their own. It was not something Hakkai was used to doing, but it felt strangely right in this case.

Gojyo shifted minutely one more time and, some minutes later, they were asleep.