Sharing Blankets
Based on prompt 17 - blanket, from this prompt list.
He woke with a shiver. Kalim blinked his eyes and rubbed the goosebumps that rippled across his flesh. The room was dark, with a dim blue glow being the only source of light. He turned slightly to face the source of the glow; his boyfriend’s hair splayed across the pillow next to him. Idia’s hair was dimmer than it was in the day but still pulsed a gentle blue as he slept. His back was turned to Kalim, but Kalim could see the slight movements of his shoulders as he breathed.
Kalim watched him for a moment. The slow pulsing of his blue hair seemed to be in time with his breaths. Mesmerised, Kalim reached out to stroke the hair. As always, it was warmer than it looked. He didn’t quite know why exactly Idia’s hair seemed to give off a warmth all its own, but it was just another thing he loved about his boyfriend. He combed his fingers through the hair, twisting some of it around them and then releasing it. He raised some of it to his face and rubbed it against his cheek. It was so soft, though Kalim wasn’t sure how. Idia was not one to spend hours upon hours on hair care. He gently kissed the strands of hair before letting them fall back to the pillow.
Another shiver wracked through Kalim’s body, and he remembered why he woke in the first place. A glance down told him what caused his problem. There were no blankets on him. None. The quilt, the sheets, and even the little throw blankets, were all tangled around Idia’s slumbering form. He sighed fondly and shook his head.
Slowly, so as not to wake Idia, Kalim reached over and tried to pull some of the bedding back for himself. It wouldn’t budge. It seemed everything was tightly wrapped around Idia, as if he were a human burrito.
Kalim tried to gently pry at least some corner of a blanket out from the tangled bundle, to no avail. He bit his bottom lip and inched closer to Idia. He reached out and just barely placed his hands on his boyfriend.
Idia flinched immediately. He blinked open bleary eyes and half turned. “Mmm?” he mumbled sleepily. “…Kalim…?”
“Hey,” Kalim replied softly. He couldn’t help but smile. Idia was like a sleepy cat. He stroked his boyfriend’s cheek reassuringly. Idia leaned into the touch slightly. “Sorry, didn’t want to wake you. I just got a little cold. You have all the blankets. Can you give me some?”
Idia tried to scramble out of the blankets, still half-asleep. “S-sorry,” he whispered hastily. “Lemme just…”
“No, it’s ok, let me…” Kalim tried to reassure him while also helping unwrap all the blankets from around him.
Neither one of them realized how close to the edge of the bed they were.
Idia tried to turn and face Kalim, to allow some of the blankets out from under him. He was right there one second, and the next he was gone. A thud, followed by a soft “oof” left Kalim blinking at the empty space where his boyfriend had been. After a second, his tired brain kickstarted and he leaned over the edge of the bed.
“Are you alright?” Kalim asked.
Idia sighed. His usually pale cheeks looked dark, even in the soft blue light of his hair, and Kalim realized he was blushing. “…I feel like an idiot,” Idia muttered. “But I’m ok.” He groaned and crawled out of the heap of blankets. He scooped them up and tossed them up onto the bed. The warm quilt hit Kalim in the face. It smelled intoxicatingly like Idia’s shower gel. Kalim let it rest on his face a second longer than necessary before he pulled it off and tried to rearrange the blankets.
The mattress dipped as Idia crawled back into bed. He wriggled his way under the quilt as Kalim finished straightening it up.
“Better?” Idia mumbled as Kalim burrowed under the blankets.
Kalim smiled at him, though he wasn’t sure how well Idia would see him in the dark. After all, it wasn’t like Kalim was the one with glowing hair. “Better,” he confirmed. He wiggled his toes.
“Good,” Idia yawned and started to roll over.
A thought came to Kalim. An idea on how he could make this even better. “Wait,” he murmured. Idia paused, still half facing Kalim. Kalim scooted closer, right into Idia’s space. He heard Idia’s breath hitch slightly as he snuggled up to him. Between the body heat, the blankets, and the warmth of Idia’s hair, it was like stretching out in a patch of sunlight. Kalim grinned up at his boyfriend. “Now, it’s better.”
Idia grumbled something Kalim couldn’t quite hear, and he was pointedly looking away, but from the darkening of his cheeks and the light pink flaring at the tips of his hair, Kalim could tell he wasn’t truly upset. Kalim hummed and rested his head on Idia’s chest. He wrapped an arm around his boyfriend’s waist and closed his eyes. He could hear the steady thump of Idia’s heart and the gentle whoosh of his breathing. He could still smell the shower gel; a clean and fresh scent with a little bit of mint.
“Goodnight, Idia.” Kalim yawned after he spoke. Sleep was already wrapping its shadowy tendrils around him and dragging him away from consciousness.
“…goodnight…” Idia replied.
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Positively bonkers for a spoiled brat, 20 something Bruce being booted to farmer Clark Kent to "make an honest boy" out of him
Luckily, Thomas' old college friend, John Kent, thinks his boy might help Brucie Wayne just fine. (He's totally not playing matchmaker, nossir
After those horrible rumours he spread about Local Saint (TM) and family friend Carmine Falcone, there was no way but down. " He's a crook, scheming, fake mobster trash and you KNOW that!"
" Bruce; It's one thing to be nasty. It's another to be nasty towards others." Thomas and Martha are at the end of their rope; Their baby is adorable, but they can't enable his behaviour more than they already have. " Now you're going to be nice and not DIFFICULT, so Alfred can stop chewing us out, okay?"
oh bruce is hot and fuming silently, but Thomas and Martha are long gone, their Corvette vanishing in Smallville's golden dust.
" Thanks for this." hissing like a disgruntled kitten, Bruce easily picks up his bags.
Clark hums, says he'll do good work around the stables with those arms after all, and Bruce raises an eyebrow. Snorts. " You're funny. It's good to know you're funny,"
and Clark IS smiling (and ofc the bastard has the prettiest most heart melting smile, too) but it inspires no humor.
"... You're serious."
" Like Mother's Day."
" Okay, this won't take long. So, how much? Papa didn't leave me enough, I only have like, a couple thousands on my card, but is that gonna buy your silence on me bailing out of here? I have a spa appointment in, -"
" I don't think the rats in the barn can do your nails, but we can try."
"...Rats?"
" You know, those things with long tails and big teeth?"
" Very funny," Bruce is DISTURBED. '' Well I can't go anywhere in half of what I brought. Shame."
Something about that glare tells him he should stop talking and Bruce isn't good at that, but he makes an effort.
He looks around; It's an adorable house really. Looks almost identical to one of those dollhouses he played with as a kid.
" Cute place. Really elegant for the budget. But where are you gonna stay?"
Clark is amused; Albeit a little, but amused none the less. " There's a nice shoe box around here. I'm sure I'll fit there if I'm stubborn enough."
" ... No way."
" Yes way."
" But - but, there's only ONE shower?! Only one bathroom? I can't live like this!"
Clark shrugs his ridiculously toned shoulders and points to the barn, " Your second option isn't looking too hot, darlin'. " Then leaves Bruce alone, a blushing mess of satin shirt and muddied shoes.
He screams, " I HATE YOU!" To the trail of tires that left him in that horrible place before driving off back to Gotham, to their sweet Rosé and designer clothes and his beloved Alfred. Only for a few minutes. " ... I didn't mean that!"
At least the ducklings are cute. He fails at most chores, but he plays with them and tries to sneak them into the house, " Because it IS cold for them, CLARK!"
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