shi-no-toge:

hanakotobawakodoku:

Entirely unaware that he had an audience, Eric kept it up. His movements were fluid, hips inspired to sway with the music and feet bouncing against the bed in time. Yes, he was the sort to go about dancing on his bed. And while he wasn’t bad at it, it seemed his balance needed a little work — for one wrong step and he was sent (in a fit of loud shouts and cursing) tumbling to the ground with a crash. Sheets tangled around his legs and hair disheveled.

Alan’s laughter joined Eric’s and though the hug was was rather tight, he didn’t complain one bit. “Oh dear, I’m being squeezed by a cactus… I’m going to have needles everywhere!” He giggled as Eric’s chest hair prickled him, blushing as he was suddenly made aware of his state of undress. He hadn’t realized that both of them were without shirts. Suddenly Eric’s warm skin was that much more apparent. “It’s going to take ages to get all the points out!” he teased.

“Heh. If tha’s the case, then I guess yer ne'er really goin’ tae ge’ rid o’ me – if yer always carryin’ bits o’ me wi’ ye.” Eric laughed, his hand pushing through Alan’s soft hair, stroking it. Though he might regret this in the morning, it was worth it. He wanted to be close to Alan like this. No matter the cost.