“Phil?”
Dan asked, his voice muffled by the mop of black hair shoved into his mouth.
“Mhm?”
“Can
you like, move a little?”
“Mhmmm.”
Dan
woke up about 10 minutes ago from the feeling of sore limbs and a weight
crushing his body. He blinked with confusion, trying to move his stiff legs,
only to find Phil, lying almost entirely over his body.
The
night started with a simple cuddle, Phil’s head in Dan’s chest, a cheeky leg
curled over his own and freezing toes shoved against his shins.
How
Phil migrated into this position during the night was a true mystery to Dan. Both
his legs were now over Dan’s, his chest and stomach pressed against his completely,
head buried in his neck and hair in Dan’s nose and mouth.
Dan
surely would have found it endearing, if he didn’t have trouble breathing at
the moment.
“Phil,
really, you’re crushing me.”
Phil
didn’t reply, hands moving up to grip Dan’s shoulders, his whole body doing a
little content wiggle, not moving away from Dan.
“What
am I? A mattress? Move!” he tried to say with a stern voice, poking Phil’s
sides, trying to get him to react in any way, only making Phil wiggle on top of
him again.
“Mhmm
yes, you’re just a big soft bed. All… comfortable and warm…” Phil mumbled, his
voice sleepy and deep, folding his knees so his legs straddled Dan’s thighs,
rest of his body still lying on Dan’s completely. The change in position
lightened the weight on top of him a little, letting him move his toes and feel
some the blood rushing to his tingling legs.
“Am
I?” Dan said, his voice disgustingly fond even to his own ears, hands moving to
Phil’s hips.
“Yes.
I dated you for 8 years waiting for you to be big enough to be my own personal
mattress, don’t ruin the moment for me.”
Dan
laughed, squeezing Phil’s sides. Phil was so ridiculous, so lovely. But still,
too heavy.
Without
warning, Dan gave Phil’s body one strong push, rolling him into the space next
to him on the bed, hearing him let out a surprised ‘humph’.
“Sorry
mate, that’s cute and all but I need to breathe.”
Phil
huffed in annoyance, head turning to Dan, eyes still sleepy and lips pouting. “Breathing
is overrated.”
“Not
if you want a living boyfriend it isn’t.”
Phil
let out another annoyed huff, turning to his side with his back to Dan,
shuffling until his bum hit Dan’s thigh. “Fine, if you’re so keen on breathing,
at least be useful and spoon me. It’s the least you can do after being such a dysfunctional
mattress,”
Dan
laughed again, moving to wrap himself tightly around Phil’s body.
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