To say that Austin had had a long day would be an understatement. He’d been up until 3AM skyping with his little sister (she really shouldn’t have been up that late, but nobody had noticed, and if she wanted to stay up, well, Austin couldn’t deny her anything). School had been no better; that, combined with Clay chattering away to him all day, meant that Austin was barely awake by the time he reached the library.
He collapsed onto one of the plush sofas that were scattered around the library, reaching into his bag, pulling out a thick textbook. He started to read, but he couldn’t concentrate; the words were slipping in and out of focus. He had been reading the same paragraph for over 5 minutes before someone snapped him out of his reverie.
"Austin? You alright?" Clay asked curiously. Before Austin had a chance to answer however, Clay jumped onto the sofa beside Austin, wrapping his arms around the Stuart.
"Clay, what are you doing?" Austin inquired wearily. Clay just grinned, lying back on the sofa, pulling Austin with him. On any other day, Austin would have complained about Clay’s proximity, and promptly pushed him away (Austin would eventually give in though; Clay was very persistent), but that day, Austin just didn’t have the energy.
He leaned forwards, lying on Clay’s chest, his arms resting on the Windsor’s shoulders. He was so tired, he could do nothing more than glare at Clay. Upon seeing that Clay wasn’t going to move, Austin sighed, resting his head in the crook of Clay’s neck.
"Comfy?" Clay asked with a grin. Austin replied with another glare, but made no attempt to move. Clay wrapped his arms around Austin, who quickly fell asleep, snoring quietly.
Austin only stayed asleep for a couple of hours, but in that time, Clay had received plenty of curious looks from fellow students. To be fair, seeing Austin cuddled up to Clay was quite unusual, but most students were polite enough not to stare.
The Tweedles most definitely did not fit into that category.
"Awwwwww, look at them!"
"They’re so cute!"
"Bless their little souls!"
They only stopped their teasing when Austin yawned, beginning to wake up. With a not so subtle wink, the Tweedles left. Austin mumbled something unintelligible, and snuggled closer to Clay. Clay smiled, running his hands gently down Austin’s back, laughing quietly when Austin’s hands tightened their grip on his blazer.
Austin came back to his senses, and realised the position he was in; lying on Clay’s chest, head tucked into the crook of his neck, with the Windsor’s arms circling his waist. He would have moved, but Clay was warm and soft and wasn’t being loud, so why should he move?
Austin yawned again, pressing a light kiss to Clay’s jaw before settling down for another nap. Clay’s eyes widened at the show of affection, but he said nothing. His arms tightened around Austin’s waist, before brushing his lips against Austin’s forehead in a tender kiss, trying to ignore the smirks that the Tweedles were sending his way.