@tempist said: ‘come into my bed.’ ( first time bed sharing ?? thinking emoji )
THE COUCH WAS NOT MEANT TO HOUSE A MAN HIS SIZE LONG TERM. his spine has paid for it, sleeping curled up on mike’s sofa for the few months he’s been here.
the instinct to protest his invitation out of politeness, and perhaps a flicker of shame at how badly he does want to be close to mike, dies on his tongue. tim is tired, and even if mike is only being kind, he needs the kindness. his feelings have nothing to do with it.
“ yeah. ” he says, nodding as he rakes back dark hair from his face. he offers mike a smile, tinged with weariness. “ thanks. ”
he grabs his pillow and follows mike into his bedroom, the section of the apartment he has had reason to traverse the least. it feels vaguely like he shouldn’t be in here, like he is invading mike’s privacy. regardless he doesn’t linger on the sensation and instead uncovers one half of the bed, gingerly slipping in. he can’t help the small contented sigh that eases from his chest.
he is hyper-aware that he is surrounded by mike’s scent, mere inches from his sloped form. he is careful to keep to his half, not wanting to intrude on his space, but it is frankly ridiculous how exciting he finds their closeness. like an indulgent little fantasy coming to realization. god he’s hopeless.
“ it’s like a sleepover ” he murmurs lamely. “ thank you. my back is not happy with me for sleeping on the couch so long. ”