"You got game, Hart. I'll give you that." He took the pop tart and held it in his mouth for safe keeping before reaching out and grabbing a hold of Hartley's shirt, trying to tell him to lie with him with a mouthful of delicious pop tart. God he wanted to bite into it but if he did, it'd fall out of his mouth but he needed to talk to Hartley too so eating right now would impede tat. Sigh. He finally raised his hand and removed the pop tart, holding it at a safe distance.
"Lie with me. You can lie with me, can't you? I'm all injured and hurt. You have to comfort me." He patted the bed beside him before shoving the poptart back into his mouth and mumbling something around it.
"Yeah, that's me. So smooth." Not at all with a slight tendency to babble. But he supposed it could be worse. Hartley lied down next to James without even saying another word. He'd lose if he tried to argue, so he just stretched out behind him and start petting his hair, trying not to look at his face and focus too much at how James just happened to be objectively gorgeous. Not fair. So not fair.
Why did the first guy he had to really fall for have to be like... Like this?
Once the pop tart was eaten, James moved around until he was comfortable, sprawled out with his head in a good petting position. He closed his eyes and smiled softly, nuzzling against him a little. "I'm gonna pass out now, don't freak. I won't die." He let himself slip into a more relax position and yawned tiredly, not really with it. "Notte, sogni d'oro." And with that, he was out like a light.
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"Lie with me. You can lie with me, can't you? I'm all injured and hurt. You have to comfort me." He patted the bed beside him before shoving the poptart back into his mouth and mumbling something around it.
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Why did the first guy he had to really fall for have to be like... Like this?
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