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Remembering Tin asking, “Just sleep, right,” he knew then, if he didn’t make it clear he wanted more, he wouldn’t have gotten anything but Tin’s warm, strong body near his. No fingers and kisses and other parts making him feel alive in ways he never had before, making him forget the lost match, making him almost painfully aware Tin must feel as strongly about him as he does Tin.

Now, he still wants to make Tin feel good, for Tin to make him feel good, but he doesn’t tonight.

He’d ask Ae if going over just to sleep next to Tin is something he can do, but Ae might start thinking of all the times Ae and Pete slept together without more, and besides, there’s always a chance Ae will decide Tin has done something wrong. Ae’s glad Tin makes him happy, but at the same time, Ae will never be glad it’s Tin making him happy.

It’s still a little confusing, but as long as Ae is doing better with Pete gone and Ae and Tin can be in the same room on occasion without trading insults or, worse, blows, he’s not going to worry himself over trying to figure it out.

And so, he goes to Tin’s room, and his heart decides to act weird in his chest when Tin opens the door in pyjamas with sleepy eyes.

“Can?” Tin gets him inside before he can say anything. “Why didn’t you call?”

“Tin, Lay’s having a sleepover, and they’re dancing and jumping on the bed and giggling, and I can’t sleep. I want to sleep with you but just sleep. They even jumped on my bed! Or well, one of them tried to anyway.”

He likes Lay having friends over during the day, but he’s tired, and all the energy is keeping him up but not in a fun way.

“Okay,” Tin says, and it’s clear he’s laughing at his poor boyfriend’s suffering. He’d be angry over this, but then, he definitely wouldn’t be able to just sleep with Tin.

“Have you had supper?”

“Yes. Two of Lay’s friends brought this delicious…” He’s halfway through telling Tin about the movie they all watched when he realises Tin has gotten his jacket, shirt, and slippers off and is tugging at his pants.

“Tin.” Reaching out, he stops him. “I want to be with you but not like that tonight.”

“I know.” Tin moves his hands. “You sleep better in just your underwear.”

His pants are tugged off, and he watches Tin fold them before putting them with his folded shirt. His jacket, he sees, has been neatly hung, and his shoes and slippers are in their usual place.

Tugging his own shirt off, Tin comes over, and Tin’s confusing hands, strong but somehow always so gentle, get him underneath the covers.

Then, Tin is under the covers, too, and the lights are off. A soft kiss is pressed against his lips when Tin gets him arranged against Tin’s body in the way he likes the most. “Sleep, Cantaloupe.”

It’s quiet, no giggling or other loud noises, and Tin is all around him, against him and in his nose.

Taking a few breaths, he feels the soft bed and pillow underneath mixed in with all this, and realising how warm he is, he finds himself slipping into sleep.

In the morning, Tin makes breakfast.

“You’re the best boyfriend in the world,” he declares.

Laughing, Tin shakes his head. “Eat.”

He does, and after he’s dressed, Tin sits with him on the couch. “Can.”

“Eh?” Tin has that scolding tone, and he wishes there weren’t so many different instructions, sometimes ones that contradict each other, on being a good boyfriend.

But then, Tin nuzzles his temple with Tin’s nose, and so, it’s probably not something too serious.

“You can come over whenever you want to just sleep, but if you want to come over after dark and your mother isn’t driving you, call me. I don’t want you making your way over alone.”

“Worried?” He asks.

Tin nods.

He has to get home soon, and Tin has to important work today. They can’t do anything right now, but maybe tonight. For all it’s a little insulting Tin thinks he can’t handle himself, he definitely does have the best boyfriend in the whole world.

“Okay,” he agrees.

Smiling, Tin kisses him. “Come on. I’ll drive you home.”

He’s tempted to say thank you, but he has a feeling Tin would say there’s nothing to say this for.

“I love you,” he settles for instead.

“I love you, too.”