Oh no, I’m so busy but I’m writing this:
Matt wakes up to Foggy’s alarm (late 90’s Britney because Foggy says it always makes him want to dance). This is the first time he hasn’t woken up before that alarm, and he’s surprised to find he actually feels rested. It takes another moment for him to process all his senses and realize that 1) he’s not in his own bed and 2) he’s curled around, basically on top of, of Foggy. His head is pressed to his chest (the drum of his heart is loud and steady and comforting); and his arm is wrapped tight around Foggy’s waist (his stomach is warm and where’s his shirt has ridden up, fuzzy and soft). Their legs are tangled together, and Foggy’s arms are around Matt, holding him close and Matt feels safe.
After a moment, Foggy’s heart accelerates and his breathing changes as he wakes up. “Hit me baby one more time,” he whisper-sings before being cut off by a yawn. He looks down (Matt can feel his chin brush the top of his head) and lets out a breath and a “huh” that sounds surprised but happy.
His arms tighten around Matt and shakes him a little. He whispers, “Hey buddy. Time to get up.”
Matt mumbles a protest and nuzzles into Foggy and warm and comfortable. Foggy laughs and moves one hand to pet at Matt’s head (Matt’s insides go all kinds of soft at that, and he decides then and there that all he needs in life is Foggy petting his hair). “I know I’m a nice pillow Matty, but we’ve got a lot of work to do still.”
“Five more minutes?” Matt asks quietly.
Foggy’s heart does something funny but Matt’s still too tired and too distracted by the rest of Foggy to try and decipher it. “Yeah ok. Five more minutes.”
To be continued…?