alexsunmners:

Alex Summers + ‘we slept in the same bed for space reasons but now we’re just waking up and there’s something about your bleary eyes and mussed hair’

a/n; this has been in my inbox for literally a year i’m the wORST anyway dedicated to my girl @havokangel she deserves all this and more 

Staring blankly at the double bed, squeezed into a room that would generously be described as a closet and the only words you can muster are “absolutely not.”

Beside you, Alex is looking about as dumbfounded as you’re feeling, and Sean pats you both on the back sympathetically and says “sorry, guys. You were the last two here and everyone else had already claimed a bed.” You turn your head to glare balefully at him and Sean just smiles back at you, unfazed, and says “I mean, one of you is welcome to take a spot on the floor somewhere, but it’s only for like two nights and I mean-whatever but I’d personally find a bed comfier, even if it’s a squeeze.” Alex is glaring at Sean now too, and you’re not sure if you should be insulted at how obvious it is that he doesn’t want to share a bed with you, but you’re not too worried about that right now. Sean smiles brightly at the two of you and says “try not to kill each other. Goodnight,” and then promptly disappears, leaving only you, Alex and uncomfortable silence in the room.

Dropping your bag on the floor you sit on the edge of the bed and say “look-I mean-it’s like-cold right now-and honestly I’d rather just-suck it up and share than sleep on the cold floor.” Alex nods and he’s silent for a moment before clearing his throat uncomfortably.

“Yeah-it’s-yeah it’s pretty cold at the moment. We can-we can manage like two nights. We’re mature enough to share for two nights,” he says and you’re not sure if you’re imagining the way his voice sounds a little hoarse.

Getting ready for bed is almost disconcertingly normal, both of you going through the motions of your normal pre-bed routine. You can almost make yourself believe that you’re going to bed alone as you slide under the covers, shivering slightly as you feel the cool sheets on your skin. Settling down against the pillow, you relax and then almost immediately tense up again when you feel the mattress dip under Alex’s weight as he gets into bed beside you.

You’re instantaneously aware of just how small a double bed feels for two fully grown people. Try as you might, his shoulder is only centimetres from yours and you can feel the warmth of his body slowly spreading through the sheets as you pull the covers up close around you. It’s quiet for a moment and then he says a little hesitantly “goodnight.”

Your back is to him and you nod slightly and reply “goodnight, Alex.” The mattress shifts under his weight again as he gets comfortable and his shoulder brushes against your back and despite being sleepy only minutes earlier, you’re wide awake.

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The hum of rain drumming on the window wakes you up, and for a second you’re disoriented and groggy as you try and piece together where you are. It only takes a moment before you’re suddenly completely aware of where you are and what’s happening because you can feel the warmth of Alex’s body in the tiny bed beside you. Carefully, you shift in the bed, rolling over so you can take in the situation more clearly. He’s still asleep, hair messy with his head tilted slightly towards you, the pale grey light making his blonde hair look more golden than usual, and you kind of want the floor to swallow you whole because this is not making your long enduring crush on him any easier to bear. Moving slowly, you try to sit up without waking him, wanting to just get out of the small room as fast as possible, to put some space between your fraying impulse control and Alex. Just as you’re trying to swing your legs over the edge of the bed, your weight shifts, the bedframe squeaks obnoxiously and Alex wakes up. “Fuck,” you hiss under your breath, and he frowns sleepily, scrubbing a hand over his face as he blinks gradually awake.

The second his eyes are open, you feel like you’re transfixed because fucking hell were they always that blue? He props himself up on his elbow and his voice is low and rough with sleep as he says “morning,” and you never thought you’d see him like this and it’s all you can do to keep from practically melting into the mattress.

“Good morning,” you say, when you finally get your brain under control, finding your words. He shifts, sitting up properly and you unconsciously lean into him a little. His gaze flickers from your face to the window and you can’t tear your eyes from the sharp line of his jaw and the way his hair is a mess when he wakes up. This crush is making you feel twelve years old again and your decision to put as much space as possible between you and Alex has all but evaporated as you study him, reflexively angling your body towards him.

He looks back to you and says “cold this morning. M’glad neither of us took the floor.”

A small smile of surprise tugs at your lips and you chuckle a little and without really thinking about it, you say “would’ve been much colder in the bed alone too. You’re like a living space heater.”

The slight flush rising to Alex’s cheeks might be the cutest thing you’ve ever seen, and you want to kiss him badly enough that only the barest thread of your common sense holding you back. You tell yourself you’re imagining the way his gaze seems to dart briefly to your lips and the way his voice is a little rougher than before as he says quietly “it was-kind of nice not sleeping alone. I mean-like-having you-it was-nice.”

His voice trails off a little and he’s blushing a little more deeply than before and it’s like you can actually hear the snap as the last of your impulse control breaks and you don’t let yourself stop to think about it as you say softly “can I kiss you?”

The words are scarcely out of your mouth when he’s reaching across the small bed, pulling you into his chest to kiss you gently. His lips are warm and soft, and you feel like your heart might actually pound out of your chest as his hand comes up to cradle your cheek lightly, touching you delicately enough it’s like he thinks you might break or somehow disappear. Kissing him back slowly, you let yourself shift slightly closer, looping an arm around his shoulders as a smile tugs at your lips.

When he pulls back a few moments later, his nose is rubbing lightly against yours and his voice is barely a whisper as he says “probably would’ve driven me insane if I had to sleep in the same bed as you and then-not kiss you after,” and you can’t help but let out a breathless giggle.

“Honestly, I didn’t think I was gonna survive this whole experience but I don’t think I’ve ever been happier to be wrong.”