The flashlight in Caleb's face was not an ideal way to wake up. He groaned and started the process of bitching out whoever was waking them up until he saw the flash of a badge and the recognizable voice of the local sheriff.
"Why in god's name are you two sleeping out here? Someone could look over and think y'all are homeless again." The older man looked uncomfortable at the two of them so obviously curled up in their own personal bubble.
Vance cleared his throat. "Lost track of time, wasn't intentional." He went to stand and the arm still wrapped around Caleb's waist pulled him up too.
Caleb leveled a glare at the man, who was still blinding them with his flashlight. The comment about the two of them possibly being homeless again was pissing him off. They had both been a little classy about it when Caleb didn't have a place to stay, or at least he convinced himself it was classy.
Vance continued to have a casual chit-chat with the officer, his natural charisma rubbing the shitty atmosphere from the air. Caleb had always admired Vance and his personality, especially when it made situations like this a bit easier.
Even if he was the most insufferable dick sometimes.
Finally, Vance was pressing on his back to guide him back towards the trains. Caleb felt dumb for allowing himself to fall asleep in public. Victory wasn't the safest, even during the day. At least the current biggest threat was a middle-aged man with a beer gut and a gun.
They failed to make any real conversation due to exhaustion, and the continuous touching and cuddling from Vance's end made it difficult to think.
They sleepily made it inside Caleb's apartment. Vance pressed almost his entire weight against Caleb's back to exaggerate how tired he was. He already knew it was how Vance was encouraging the idea of sharing a bed and him staying the night. Or next week depending on how successful he was in the endeavor.
Caleb sighed heavily and agreed, clutching quickly to Vance's hand to drag him towards the bed. He looked back in time to see Vance grinning at him obnoxiously.
"Taking me to bed darling?" Vance asked sappily, teasing Caleb.
"Not if you look at me like that, dumbass." Caleb released his hand and started to remove the tighter outfit he was wearing to trade for the loose clothes he stole from Vance years ago. The old high school shirts and wrestling tees he couldn't bring himself to throw away or hide when Vance left.
He felt Vance's gaze on his back as he took off the pants he had been attempting to remove subtly. His face flushed in embarrassment and he quickly put on some small shorts he had left on the ground the night before. He was trembling slightly when he turned back around.
Vance was already shirtless and throwing himself onto Caleb's bed, Vance was typically not too comfortable without his shirt, so it showed how much he trusted the blonde. Caleb was too exhausted to make any real advances so he chose to ignore any horniness that was making his head hazy. Caleb moved the limb that was starfished on his side of the bed.
"Get out of my side of the bed you ass," Caleb muttered as he pushed for more room on his own mattress. Vance lazily grumbled and quickly started positioning himself to spoon Caleb from behind.
A spike of embarrassment and horniness shot through Caleb's mind as an arm wrapped around his waist. The comfy warmth from Vance's body quickly calmed him down.
He couldn't believe how comfortable he already was with Vance around again. 2 years of his own heart betraying him and mourning the relationship they had just for it to come back like nothing had happened.
Vance grumbled behind him, his low voice sending vibrations through Caleb's body.
"Stop thinking bun, it's keeping us both awake."
Caleb hummed a response as he settled closer against Vance. They would have to talk about it all tomorrow.
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