Don't worry, it's nothing dire!
Thing is, I want to write. The spirit is willing, but it's my time of the month and I'm tired, so my muse has pretty much gone AWOL. I don't feel like working on any of my current WIPs, but I reckon I could manage a few drabbles. Only thing is, I have no idea what to write
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He doesn't know quite how he found himself in this situation, but he can't find it in himself to complain. Blissfully dazed, and lying on sweaty, rumpled sheets with Nelson pressed against him on one side, and Beatty curled into him on the other, their hands linked across his chest. They all three of them pant for breath together, forming an erratic, oddly harmonious rhythm, which quickly turns into breathless laughter.
Nelson speaks first, regarding them both with a smile. "Well, gentlemen. I declare this enterprise of ours a resounding success."
Hardy grins, then turns his head to Beatty, who smiles and nods, before he turns back to Nelson.
"Yes," he agrees. "A resounding success."
There's an exchange of kisses which is so confused that it simply results in more laughter, before they finally settle down to sleep, pressed close together in the narrow confines of the cot. Hardy is still grinning like an idiot into the darkness long afterwards, as are they. He can feel the movement of Beatty's lips as he smiles against his neck, and the curve of Nelson's mouth against his temple.
As he finally drifts into sleep, lulled by the swaying of the cot as the ship rolls, Hardy feels the warmth that surrounds him, and thinks that, unorthodox as this situation may be, here he is with the two best men he has ever known at his side, and he wouldn't change that for the world.
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