Helping Will fall asleep - byler drabble
Mike running his fingers on Will softly when he can't sleep. It's so gentle it almost tickles. Kisses his shoulder, feels Will's back against his chest and warms it up. He thinks he's the luckiest man in the world.
His hands cup Will's hips, his tummy. He nuzzles the crook of his neck, hides in there and lets himself relax as he closes his eyes and breathes him in. That unique scent of his, warm skin made of milk with a spoonful of honey. Gently warmed by the sun, cozy and intimate scent of bare skin from where clothes don't hug tightly, unreached where the skin creases in small hidden spots. Like the haze of a room with freshly baked bread.
So sweet, so warm and so bare, like Will. Mike fills his nose with it. Rubs his cheek into the perch of Will's shoulder. Mike's knees briefly meet the back of Will's - slot into them like pieces of a puzzle. Will is smiling - has been smiling - as he revels in his boyfriend's touch and leans into it. Bunts him like a cat despite being supposed to try to relax and sleep.
"My feet are so cold..." Will complains absent-mindendly, shuffling his feet against each other and curling his toes against the cold.
Mike, the devoted and sweet boyfriend that he is, wastes no time crouching against Will to reach his feet and hold them in his hands. His hands are always warm, he's learned - Will always says it. They're also big, his boyfriend tells him. So he nurturingly cups them in his hands, pressing slightly around them as he watches Will's reaction.
There's only a small part his hands don't cover, so he moves them up and feels the cold top of Will's feet slowly relax and mold against Mike's hands. Will coos softly at the relief, and Mike thinks he might die - he takes his role as the protector and care taker of Will very seriously.
He then brings Will's feet between his legs, where his calves meet, as if to give them their own bed and blanket.
Then he goes back to circling Will's waist and wrapping around it. Slides his fingers against the soft sinking skin until his hands adhere to the curves of Will's body. His thumbs stroke him. Before he knows it, a small sound comes from Will's lips. Mike leans over, and through the dark makes out his boyfriend's slightly parted lips. He feels how his whole body breathes, rises and falls softly into him.
He's done it: Will is asleep. And now he carefully places his chin on Will's shoulder where his nose gets deep into the waves of Will's hair and the scent of his neck. Mike's black curls marry into Will's hair and Mike feels at peace. He breathes once, feels the warmth and spread purring in his own chest. He breathes twice - tranquilly, peacefully. And then thrice, and again, until his mouth parts slightly and his eyes close heavily.
