Cuddling with Pete
Sometimes, he just slides into your bed.
You and Pete had been roommates with (non sexytime) benefits for a couple of months now. The first time it had happened, you had stumbled home from a night at the pub, walked into the wrong bedroom, and proceeded to do your best imitation of a koala bear. He’d grumbled for a couple of minutes, before wrapping you up into a tight embrace.
Now, it was pretty much every night, one of you was slipping into the other’s bed. You had nightmares that his arms seemed to chase away and he would never admit to craving intimacy. There’s no preferred position either, more often than not, the two of you end up cuddled with someone’s face in the other’s chest.
When he was away for a show, he was always noticeably more surly and irritable. Trent and Tyler would often joke that you’re Pete’s comfort blanket. He’s protective and damn near possessive of you, growling or snarling at anyone who tried to encroach on HIS spot during movie nights. Pete was particularly fond of laying his head on your thighs or on your shoulders, closest to your neck.
Good luck trying to move before he’s ready to let you. He’s prone to locking in a death grip that only gets tighter the more you squirm. You’d always get a “Stop fuckin’ movin’. ‘m tryin’ to sleep.” or a “Too comfy. You’re not going.”. He eventually lets you go with a growled “Get your ass back soon” when you have had the last straw and threaten piss your pants if he doesn’t let you go.