again the opportunity slipped by him and instead of something neat like 'and i would never want to wake if i fell asleep in yours' but all he could manage was a soft 'you too' before blushing furiously and leading them both over to his narrow bed. it was enough for one person but he couldn't imagine two fitting in any way other than a spoon. he blushed harder

He had fallen among the soft mounds of adolescence cartoon characters and noticed the other did not fall with him. He sheepishly giggled softly and reached out pulling the other down into the comforter. His arms seemed to comfortably latch on to Jerial and twisting to his side he snuggled against the others shoulder as one of his legs snaked its way between the damp towel locking his limbs around Jerials leg. His fingers traveled down the bare torso resting comfortably on his navel. “sweet dreams.” He whispered already falling into a doze.

they were rolled so that he was facing the wall but with the leg between his it could have been the secret passage to narnia for all he noticed it. as the minutes dragged he grew more and more bothered by it until he was already farther than the rubbing before though the thought of that was not helped when right as he imagined the feel of it robin shifted against him coupling the imagined with the immediate causing him to reflexively press into the narrow hips behind him. he froze as he realized the only thing between them were two thin pieces of fabric and a towel. plucking up his courage he lightly called to the other and got nothing, raising his voice didn't either, it was then he recalled robin slept like a rock and the direness of the situation fell on him like a ton of bricks. he was stuck like this all night if he didn't push the other off the bed and worse, more than anything what he really wanted was to roll over and put it against robin's own

Robin shifted in his sleep moving his leg like a violinist playing the strings. He wiggled adjusting his head on the others neck and breathing a soft moan along his ear. The small hips rubbed against the towel weaving the limbs deeper together.

He was still lucidly clinging to the best night of sleep he had had in a while. He rubbed his limbs against the soft fabric that surrounded him, hugging his warm pillow tighter. Some where his mind told him it was Saturday, that five more minutes did not matter and that he could indulge like a lazy cat, surely, the lump in his pants would relieve its self when he needed to potty.