thinking about samisa cuddling and how both of them enjoy it but canāt just say hey, let me spoon you because that would be gay, and more importantly, lame. sam wants to say that sleeping together would be practical at this point with the way that sam gets woken up almost every night on roadies to misa panting like heās running for his life. he ignores it though, because heās not fully sure on how to make misaās nightmares a joke yet. the sleeptalking and sleepwalking is easy, but the nightmare stuff where sam will shuffle over to see misa with a hand pressed to his heart and another buried in his hair just kind of seems like it sucks.
itās night two of a six day roadie and sam wakes up for the third time to misa gasping. itās probably the lack of sleep that makes sam do it but he holds up the corner of his blanket and says bro, get in. misa follows because of course he does, lays on side still breathing heavy and settles a little when sam throws an arm over his waist and prompts, pull up reels or something. and then they both lay there at two am scrolling through misaās explore page.
samās not sure why he was even so worried about it before. the easiest way to get out of shit, lame, or gay, or embarrassing, is to just be confident about it. play it up to comical levels and no one else can say shit because youāre already making the joke. so, a little sensual tap to the bed and a hop over, baby and itās no longer weird to get misa to curl up next to him. easy peasy, roadie or back home, all the same shit works. sam doesnāt particularly care if itās all about misaās bad sleeping habits or the fact that having someone warm and solid in bed feels nice. samās going to get misa next to him either way.
even on the bus, misa is nodding off because his problems are not about getting to sleep but what happens after, and sam pushes his head onto his shoulder. itās a no brainer, misa would have been uncomfortable trying to lay solely against the chair all while sam has a perfectly good shoulder. they get one side eye from delly and sam shoots back, what, you jelly? misaās a good weight too, everyone should be jealous. itās not like hockey players arenāt touchy anyways, samās got plenty of other photos, of misa and not misa, to prove it.
when either of them are drunk, or high, or tipsy, itās even better because thereās no preamble about it. misa crawls right in after sam and throws his head down on his chest, looks up and says shit like, pet my hair. he gets a little more demanding when heās drunk, sam thinks itās cute because he looks a lot less intimidating when heās pink cheeked and glassy eyed. although, maybe thatās when heās the most persuasive looking.
sober, it takes a little more work. sort of. itās so routine now that on roadies sam doesnāt have to do anything, he can walk out of the bathroom and find misa laying in the warm spot in the bed that he left behind. itās when theyāre back home and sam is trying to angle to either stay the night in misaās room or for misa to stay at his, that a little finagling is needed. sam will whine out god, iām sooooo tired, and punctuate it with a comical yawn, all good dramatics to make him wanting to sleep over seem ridiculous, except misa always looks at him and asks out flatly, do you wanna stay over? and sam has to respond yes, has to be a little more honest than he wants to be because otherwise he has to go home like a loser and leave misa to be sad and alone in his bed. it should make it easier that sam knows misa wants it just as bad, but it doesnāt. misaās honest and earnest all the time and as much as sam likes that, he canāt do it himself without it feeling like heās ripping his heart out to be exposed in an auditorium of his peers. and he knows thereās no chance of rejection, not one that would matter, and yet, sam has to try and play it off as a joke first.
itās different when toff turns to him and says, they booked an extra room, you want it? and then all the guys start ribbing about sam finally getting a break from all misaās sleeptalking. samās staring at the key card toffās holding out and he knows he can say my one night of freedom, or something along the lines of misa dying if heās left alone without supervision. but misa is three steps away with his headphones around his neck, half paying attention and sam isnāt going to take the free room. he canāt even make up some bullshit about superstitions and routines and rookie bonding, it doesnāt matter that he can feel his stupid heart beating out of his chest. iām good, man. and he leaves it at that. the idea that misa might be with a guy thatās so much of a loser he canāt be honest about wanting to share a hotel room with him, makes sam feel sick. he doesnāt really want to be that kind of guy at all, even though he knows the truth that itās him following misaās lead everywhere.
misa says i like that youāre bigger than me, and sam gets to make a joke out of it before he says me too. misa says i want you to pet my hair, and i donāt want to go out tonight, and i think your suit looks hot. itās always mike first, then sam with the only for you, sweet cheeks. the sweet cheeks should be michael and the only for you should be i like you too. yet in the hotel room itās misa who flops down first and asks, you coming?
