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Title; Sleeptight
Pairing; KusaPi
Rating; PG
Genre; Fluff
Disclaimer; Don't own
Notes; It's 2am, I haven't updated in three weeks and when I do it's a fic that doesn't make any sense to anyone but myself and one other person. Great, huh :D? Er.. basically this is highschool!KusaPi, even though you can't really tell from this. From my teeny hint I hope you can guess that they're on the swimteam? Ugh.. too lazy to pimp this, it's prolly crap anyway XDD

Have fun? =X


Kusano stirs when he hears a voice whispering his name through the dark. With a sigh he rolls over, a hand reaching up to rub aimlessly at his closed eyes. When Kusano receives no response, he begins to roll back over but is stopped again, not by a voice this time, but a hand cupping his chin and turning it upwards.

He feels another body leaning over his own as he cracks his tired eyes open, squinting through the darkness. The body moves closer and it’s not long before Kusano can feel familiar lips placing soft, butterfly kisses over his jaw.

“TomoPi?”

Kusano speaks in a hushed whisper, aware of the quiet breathing from the many other occupants in the room. He’s answered with a soft “Mmm” as the body shifts closer, their chests pressing together.

The younger boy sits up onto his elbows and peers through the dark, just able to make out the lines of his older boyfriend’s face through the shadow. He laughs lightly when said boyfriend leans forward again, capturing his lips in a gentle kiss. Reluctantly, Kusano shifts and reaches up to push the other boy away slowly.

“What are you doing?”

He is rewarded with silence as the warmth of the other body leaves him. Just as he’s about to huff and roll back over, Kusano feels the sheets being pulled away from his body slowly and he turns, elbows scratching against the mattress.

“Come here.”

Kusano pushes the covers the rest of the way down his body with languid grace and crosses the small gap between the two futons, crawling into the other boy’s waiting embrace with a yawn. He feels warm hands skimming over his abs, toned from swimming, and tilts his head to look up at the older boy.

“Won’t we get caught…?”

Again, Kusano is given no verbal answer, but a hand reaching up to turn his head the other way. After a moment of searching, what seemed quite aimlessly, through the dark, Kusano can just about spot the covers of another futon moving up and down slowly. He doesn’t even need to look to see that Uchi’s bed is empty.

It’s now that Kusano allows himself to melt into the other boy’s arms completely, releasing a soft sigh at the fingers trailing up and down over his stomach and the kisses pressed gently over his neck. Finally he closes his eyes and snuggles his cheek into the soft pillows, slipping back into the sleep he was, not so long ago, awakened from.

January 2016

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