Sam groans pitifully when he sees the clock. There’s no way he’s been awake for twenty-seven hours. He isn’t even tired, not really. Exhausted, yes, but that won’t actually put him to sleep, as evidenced by the fact that he’s been trying for the past three hours with no progress. Luckily, he doesn’t have any classes Tuesday, or he’d be dead. Not that this Monday is a great way to start his week, but there is mercy in sight.
The door of the dorm opens, Gabriel walking inside with his bag slung over his shoulder. One look at Sam has him rolling his eyes.
"So, how long have you been awake, or do I even want to ask?" Gabriel knows him too damn well.
Sam tries to wave him off, but it’s too much effort to actually move his arm that much. It twitches, so he gives himself an A minus for effort.
"That long, eh?" Gabriel sets his bag down and crawls onto the mattress with Sam, who barely fits on the single by himself. "Oh, that’s it, we are so getting a new place next semester. And a bigger bed."
Sam solves the problem of space by hauling Gabriel on top of him. Warmth spreads into his chest, his eyelids drooping for the first time in hours. “Mm, I don’t know. I kinda like this.”
Gabriel laughs softly and rests his head on Sam’s shoulder. “Maybe, but if we get our own place, we can hang up a sex swing.”
The pleasant, thick weight of sleep is dragging him down, but even if it wasn’t, he doesn’t think he’d know how to respond anyway. A soft kiss makes him hum, Gabriel’s lips on his collarbone the last thing he feels before the lights finally go out.