#podz

The quilt dragged behind him, slipping across the floor, fluffy blanket propped up on top of it and over his head like a mysterious cape.

He was tired, and really cold, and about ready to simply walk back to his room before the door slipped open.

An equally tired, and cold, Irishman stepped into the doorway, looking Brian up and down before smiling, “Hey”

Brian felt his cheeks rush red, eyes drifting to the floor before he huffed and shivered.

“Ye couldn’t sleep eit’er, eh?”

Brian nodded, glancing back up, “I was wonderin’ if ya wanted to share uh... body heat?”

The other Irishman just shrugged, creaking his door open and stepping aside, hand still propped across the doorway but arm raised a bit upwards for Brian to fit right through.

Due to their height differences, Brian slipped beneath his arm with a small fond smile, muttering a quick, ‘T’anks’, before glancing at David.

“Usually ya don’t like t’e gay stuff.”

David shrugged, “I’m freezing mah balls off, just climb in already.”

Brian followed his command and slid into his bed, the warmth hitting him like a rocket from Nasa.

He hummed and gratefully curled into David’s warm sheets, his own blankets piling over David’s small collection.

“Ya gonna make everyt’in’ hot, Brian,” David chided but he grinned nonetheless, slipping in beside the other and sliding up close.

Brian was vaguely confused, eyeing the other to find him glancing at his lips and neck.

“David? Are ya okay?”

The other male seemed to ponder for a moment before raising his eyes to meet his gaze.

Brian felt his face flush as the other leaned up.

He went to move up as well but within moments, the other Irish man was on him.

Their fingers gripping each other like no tomorrow, lips perked and faces tilted.

Neither knew how they got here, but the warmth radiating from one another kept it moving.

At least until Brian slipped his tongue out, a small whimper falling from his lips.

David pulled away, the man beneath him close to panic as he leaned up to apologize or run away.

Brian’s mouth was closed instantly, a hand reaching down to slip into his shirt, cold fingertips dancing on his porcelain skin.

David bit Brian’s bottom lip, pulling away and trailing peppered kisses on his jawline and neck.

His tongue slipped out to slide along Brian’s collarbone, the male rutting up against the other desperately.

“D-David-!”