#moglara

Naoise groaned shifting onto his side so he could look at you, his eyes soft with sleep.

"He'll be watching telly," he replied, bringing your hand up and kissing your knuckles.

"Go and get him," you insisted "he should be sleeping,".

"You know wha' he's like," Naoise replied, his eyes closing again, his breath warm on the back of your hand.

"Please?".

Naoise groaned, knowing you weren't about to let it go and he wasn't going to get back to sleep until he'd done what you'd asked. He took a deep breath before sitting up, bushing his lips over your knuckles again before swinging his legs out of bed and standing. He had been sleeping naked as always and you enjoyed the bounce of his arse cheeks as he stood, his feet heavy on the floor.

The floor was cold on his bare feet but the chill in the air was welcome on his skin, he always woke up overheated and slightly clammy. He stumbled a little as he slipped out of the bedroom door and down the hallway to the living room, although the door was shut there was a slice of blue hued light around the edges of the door.

Naoise pushed the door open and saw exactly what he expected to see. The TV was playing silently, the images reflected in Liam's glassy and distant eyes.

"Hey," Naoise greeted, keeping his voice soft so he didn't startle the other man. On the coffee table were the ends of several blunts in the ash tray and a couple of empty cans of beer.

"Did I wake ya?" Liam replied, his eyes slipping from the TV screen to Naoise.

Naoise just shook his head.

"C'me to bed, ya eejit,".

"Can't sleep," Liam replied with a shake of his head.

"You didn't even try," Naoise quipped, his eyes narrowing.

He had been awake when Liam had first come to bed hours ago, it had been just after midnight and Naoise had been aware of the other man's weight on the bed, the sounds of him tossing and turning and sighing and finally, Liam giving up trying to sleep and getting back out of bed. You'd been able to sleep through it but Naoise suspected that was something to do with the edible you'd taken before bed.

"I did," Liam spat back, the look on his face incredulous.

"C'me on," Naoise repeated, "I can't go back on my own, she'll not have it,".

Liam laughed softly before turning the TV off and standing, he stretched his arms over his head, the joints at his elbows and shoulders cracking as he yawned. With his hands still above his head he pulled his t-shirt off and left it on the sofa, that could be tomorrow's problem. He walked toward his friend in the doorway, letting himself slump against Naoises body, feeling his arm slip around Naoises waist as the two of them walked back toward the bedroom.

You watched from your spot in the middle of the bed as the two of them returned to the bedroom, Liam was slipping out of his black joggers as he came to the right side of the bed and pulled back the covers.

"Sorry I woke you, love," he said softly, slipping under the sheets next to you.

"Is 'kay," you murmured, feeling the bed dip the other side as Naoise also joined you.

"You know what I'm like," Liam whispered, as he brought his body flush against yours before slipping one hand up the t-shirt you'd been wearing to sleep in.His warm palm found your breast and he squeezed softly before kissing the soft spot behind your ear that he knew drove you crazy and making you moan softly.

"Go to sleep the pair of yous," Naoise grumbled, turning on his side and pulling the duvet up to his chin.

You made a soft sound low in your throat and turned toward him, curving your body along his back and slipping your arm over his waist and resting your hand on his chest. You rubbed your cheek on his shoulder like a cat marking their territory. Liam had followed you as you turned and the three of you were curled together like spoons.

You could feel Naoises chest rising and falling as he breathed deeply, quickly falling back to sleep, the skin under your palm heating up as he almost immediately warmed up. You listened to Liam's breathing behind you, at first you could tell he was still awake but has his grip on your breast loosened and the sound of his breathing deepened you knew he was finally asleep as well.

"Cause I'd love nothing more than sleep paralysis nó tromluí-"

Mo Chara dropped the pen from his hand and rubbed his bleary eyes. "Ah Christ," he muttered, followed by a huff. Daring to look at his phone, he groaned at the time: 2:02 AM. Another night gone sleepless.

You and Naoise were already deep asleep, long given up on getting him to come to bed hours ago. Liam couldn't help it, he was filled to the brim with insomnia and restlessness. Everything was stressing him out, from the impending court ruling over false terror charges, the album deadline, and countless other world-ruining shit.

Writing in his journal was the only thing he could focus on. Unfortunately, the creativity had run it's course and he was back to being stumped.

Melatonin, CBD, and the overconsumption of beer did the trick only for so long. He'd stare at the non-existent patterns on the ceiling until they were imperceptible in the dark and gave him a headache.

Spinning in his chair, Liam mindlessly tossed a bootleg Needoh a fan gave him in the air. That would exhuast him, right?

"Leem?"

The squishy toy fell out of his hand when the door creaked open. You stood in the entrance, hair all messy and dressed in a Bohs shirt that belonged to either him or Móglaí, or mayhaps both at this point.

"Hey," He softly greeted. "Everythin' alright, mo ghrá?"

"I'm fine, just had to use the bathroom," You yawned. "Can't sleep again?"

"I'll get there, I promise. G'on back to bed."

Instead of listening, you walked over and wrapped your arms around him, placing a kiss on the top of his head. Mo Chara melted into your touch like a puddle and interlocked his hands with yours. He felt so at peace in your presence.

"Just let your mind shut off." You told him.

"Tryin'," He groaned, rubbing the bags under his eyes. "Got too much goin' on up here."

"Then let me help."

His stunning blue eyes gleamed in the low light coming from the desk lamp. "I'm afraid it might take a wee bit more than one time to tire me out, mo is áille." 

You lightly smacked him. "Not what I meant, get your mind out of the gutter!"

"Ow, ow!" He played dramatically wounded, breaking into fits of giggles. "Sorry."

"Good. Now for a start," You shut his journal and pushed it away. "How about you actually get ready for bed? Neesh is already asleep without you."

You took hold of his arm and pulled him up as he groaned. Liam stretched his arms above his head until his joints cracked with a satisfying pop, followed by a relieved sigh. He followed you to the kitchen where you heated a kettle of water for a steamy cup of chamomile tea.

The two of you shared a few sips until it was all gone. He began to feel tired, dragging behind you with his hand in yours as you made your way to the bedroom. It was quiet, only the late night ambiance was to be heard from outside, away from you all.

Fairy lights hung above the bedframe and walls where you pinned polaroids of your most precious moments with them; Shows, vacations, dates, holidays—All filled with smiles, memories and good feelings. The diffuser softly bubbled, plumes of mist permeated the air with the faint, soothing scent of lavender.

Naoise was deep asleep on his side, eye mask over his head and cuddling the stuffed toy Liam won for you from a claw machine. He quietly snored, possibly having the most blissful dream about sniffing ketamine and getting his dick sucked by you or Liam.

Mo Chara peeled off his clothes down to his boxers and climbed over his friend's body to his usual side of the bed, leaving the middle spot exclusively for you. A devious grin curled on his mouth as he bent his knee to kick him off the edge.

You grabbed him by the ankle before he could enact his evil little plan. "Don't you wake him!" You hissed.

There was no way you could hate him, even when he rolled his eyes. What a little brat. Móglaí barely stirred, muttering something about paving slabs and tutti fruttis in the arctic. "Cunt." Mo Chara playfully thought to himself.

You fluffed up his pillows and pulled back the sheets for him to settle into. It was so endearing, the way you tucked him in and made sure he felt comfortable—That he felt safe.

Mo Chara stifled a yawn right as his eyelids fluttered. Before he allowed exhuastion to shut him down, he held your wrist. "Wait-"

"What is it?" You gently asked.

"Come 'ere."

You climbed in beside him, your bodies pressed against each other, electric currents passed through your skin. He wrapped his arms around you and planted tender little kisses over your face, down your neck and across your collarbones. He breathed in a sigh of content and took a long, fawning gaze at you, then kissed you.

"Love you." He whispered over your lips.

"I love you, too" You whispered back.

"Love you much much more."

Even in the dark, your exhuasted face lit up with joy. You turned on your side, wrapping an arm over Naoise's torso and held him, cheek comfortably pressed against his shoulder. In his slumber, he instinctively placed his hand on yours to keep you close.

Liam stayed pressed against your back, cradling you in his arms as he relaxed and started to drift to sleep. His gentle breathing tickled your nape, reminding you of his lovely presence. At long last, he fell asleep, leaving whatever little anxieties remained in his mind to fade into obscurity.

Eventually, you joined your boys in peaceful slumber, feeling equally safe and loved throughout the night until the morning sun touched the horizon.