I Know Pride Month Was Four Days Ago But... (1 on 1) (Closed)

"If that's where you asked me to sleep I would have no qualms," He had been basically homeless for a while, he would take anything.

(It's all good)

"Guess you're sleeping in my bed today," he mused. "The less setup the better."

Darren shrugged, "Okay," this didn't phase him. Was it supposed to?

"If you're done watching cartoons, I'll be in my room, getting ready to sleep," he said, disappearing down the hallway.

Darren scrambled to his feet and followed, "Fine, I'm coming,"

He laughed, walking down the hallway. "Mmm, no no, take your sweet time."

Darren sighed, he was already right behind him. "So I'm actually sleeping in your bed?"

"Yes, I thought we clarified that," he laughed, pushing open the door to his bedroom. It was neat with a bed in the center of the room, a closet off to the side, and a door to the bathroom.

"I guess we did," He agreed and looked around the room.

"Go ahead, lie down, I'm gonna go take a shower," Alistar said, heading for the door inside the room.

Darren laughed and flopped down on the bed, he closed his eyes with a small smile covering his face.

"If you take all the blankets I will push you off the bed!" Alistair warned from the bathroom.

His smile grew, "I won't," He chuckled. After Alistair went into the bathroom, Darren fell asleep quickly, snoring softly.

(Timeskip to morning then?)

(Sure)

(Mind if I have Alistair wake up lying on Darren?)

(Sounds like a plan)

(Yeet)

Alistair shifted, trying to ignore the sun's beady rays of light streaming through the blinds in an unsuccessful attempt to continue sleeping. Whether he knew it or not, he was sleepily perched in between one of his pillows and Darren's body, in which he had unconsciously decided, Darren's body was comfier.

Darren's eyes blinked open slightly but closed again when the morning sun that danced across the floor reached his face. He groaned softly, wishing he wasn't awake, not stopping to notice someone sleeping on him.

"Mmm, it's too early for school," he complained softly, his eyes still closed, not fully awake. "I don't wanna get up Dad…" He clenched Darren's shirt and shifted again, subconsciously deciding he liked the warmth.

Darren's eyes sprung open at the sound of someone's voice and movement on his chest. He jumped a little when he saw someone laying on him, momentarily forgetting where he was.

At the sudden movement, Alistar groaned, his eyes fluttering open. "What was that?" he murmured, looking around. And then he realized someone else besides him was in his bed and he freaked, jumping away from them. "Who are yo—Wait… Darren."

Darren chuckled, seemingly unphased by the contact, "Morning sunshine? Are you done taking my body heat? If not I can offer more,"

"Did you just call me sunshine?" he asked incredulously, half hysterical, half just confused. "Wha…? How did… you were there, but I woke up there… I…"

"Uh, apparently you decided that you wanted to sleep on me." He said looked down at his shirt, a smile growing on his face, "And I can tell you were dreaming about me," He looked away from the small spot of drool, "Why else would you drool?" he teased.

"I was not," he exclaimed breathlessly. "And I did not decide to sleep on you. I was on a completely different side of the bed when I fell asleep. I'm not responsible for this."

"Sure you're not," Darren laughed, "You are far more to blame for this than me and about the dream thing… let's face it,"

"The dream thing is irrelevant," he huffed. "And inaccurate," he quickly added. "Just shut up about it and go be useful and make breakfast you oaf."