I'd Rather Stay in Bed With You
summary: Even criminals aren't immune to the cold morning air of a Los Santos winter.
pairing: Alfreyco (Alfredo/Trevor)
That’s all Trevor can think of as he tries to burrow deeper under the blankets. He curls into Alfredo more, who is still asleep and blissfully unaware of how cold their apartment has gotten overnight. The heater must be out again.
Trevor barely holds back a groan of frustration when he realizes he’s going to have to get out of their very warm bed and put his feet down on the very cold floor of their room. With the cold surely waiting to pounce on him as soon as he gets up Trevor decides to delay getting out of bed by burying his now cold nose into Alfredo’s neck.
Even in his sleep Alfredo must feel his cold nose pressed against him because he lets out a mumble before wrapping his arms around Trevor, pulling him closer to his chest.
“Why are you so cold,” Alfredo murmurs. Trevor shivers a little as the warmth of his breath ghosts across his forehead.
This time Alfredo does let out a groan of frustration. “What’s the point of paying rent if it never goes towards fixing anything in this fucking place?”
Trevor hums in agreement as he pulls himself closer to his boyfriend, trying to steal any body heat that he may have to spare.
“Well someone’s gonna have to let the landlord know,” Alfredo says as he pulls the covers over their heads. Both of them are now fully under the quilt. The landlord can wait.
“Not it,” Trevor quips sleepily as his body begins to relax back into sleep.
“Yeah, I figured that,” Alfredo says with a huff though Trevor can hear the smile in his voice.
“Guess we’ll just have to stay in bed all day,” Alfredo concludes, not sounding the least bit upset about it.
“There will still be things to steal and cars to shoot at when we get up eventually,” Trevor reassures from the folds of Alfredo’s shirt that he is currently pressing his cold face into.
“Even if I’m not, I’m not getting out of this damn bed.”
“Works for me,” Alfredo says while letting out a yawn. He presses his nose into Trevor’s hair smelling the remnants of shampoo from the shower he took last night.
Both men fall asleep buried beneath the blankets of their bed, wrapped in each other’s arms. And if they don’t get up till well past noon that day then, honestly, who can blame them?
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