Hello! I know this was weird, but I was wondering if you could write some prompts for two "friends" (m/m couple that isn't out yet) cuddling for the first time?
1) The first time was an accident. Stumbling home after a late night out and their flatmates told them to shut the hell up and go to bed already. They’d ended up in A’s room, squashed together on the narrow bed because neither of them wanted to sleep and let the night end yet. Instead, they stayed up talking, playing bits of music with a headphone in each ear to keep it quiet. It was only because it was a narrow, student bed that they were so close. Close was impossible to avoid. It didn’t mean anything. Neither did the fluttering feeling in his stomach when he woke up to find them a tangle of limbs, B’s head nuzzled under his chin. He wrapped his arms around him and closed his eyes again, pretending to still be asleep. It was early. Nothing wrong with that, right?
2) He’d imagined it more than he should - all sorts of excuses, mad things that he quickly shoved out of his head. Pretending to fall asleep, head on the other’s shoulder, deliberately stumbling just to feel the automatic way he caught hold of his waist to steady him with strong calloused palms. When it actually happened, it was with such an obvious ease and lack of deceit that it stole the breath right out of his lungs. B simply caught hold of his hips, dragging him across the sofa and onto his lap in the middle of the crowded party to make more space for someone to sit down. He felt like he should probably protest but he didn’t really want to and no one even glanced at them. It seemed impossible that no one even glanced at them, the contact had him electrified. And yet, as time passed and B’s arms remained snug around his torso, he melted and got comfortable.
3) “Hey - oi -”
“You need sleep and you’re clearly not getting it on your own.” The arms clinched tighter around him, pulling back down on the bed.
“So I’ll let you go in six hours.”
He spluttered - torn between I don’t have time and the thought of six hours with him pressed against his back like this. Did he know? Was he cheating? And yet, all he could abruptly think of was how long it had been since he’d been touched at all, let alone held close like this.
It ended up more like twelve hours.
4) “Fuck, it’s cold.”
“If you want to cuddle, you don’t have to make excuses.”
“That’s not - I wasn’t-”
5) Neither of them said anything, they didn’t speak about it or plan it. But when the nightmares didn’t stop, one evening he simply caught hold of B’s wrist and pulled him towards his bed instead. Gently enough that he could pull away if he wanted to. He didn’t pull away.