Ilya waking up in the middle of the night, not particular reason- he’s just blinking awake with a long inhale and he frowns when he feels the lack of weight on him, lack of Shane on him.
He’s cold. He’s still half asleep, one eye half open and his hand blindly starts patting around the bed, empty sheets. He groans and rolls over towards the right side of the bed, arm out still searching.
He smiles when he finds warm naked skin, flattens his hand and slides it up and realises he’s grasping at Shane’s flank, the smooth skin of his side. He’s so fucking warm and lovely. Ilya groans and gets his other hand to reach for Shane too, using his grip to pull Shane back, towards his body. Shane makes a soft squeaking sound, a grunt and Ilya wraps both arms around Shane’s body, pulling him in, jostling Shane until Ilya is sprawled on his back with Shane up on his chest.
“What’ssit?” Shane grumbles into Ilya’s neck, squirming as he finds a comfy spot on top of Ilya, face shoved into his neck. His hand lays flat on Ilya’s chest and Ilya sighs, smiles, content. Better, much better. Ilya’s hand slides down to wrap around Shane’s waist, fingers wrapped around where it pulls in. Ilya’s other hand grasps the covers, pulls them up from where he’d disturbed them, tucks them up around Shane’s shoulders.
“What’s? Are you okay?” Shane asks, words all jumbled together against Ilya’s jaw, lips and exhale warm. His hand slips up from Ilya’s chest to cup his face, his big warm hand cupping Ilya’s cheek, thumb dragging back and forth slowly.
“You were very far” Ilya whispers, dances his finger tips along Shane’s lower back, senseless little shapes.
“Woke up alone” Ilya huffs, pouts into Shane’s hair and nuzzles his nose against Shane’s scalp, the smell of him comforting.
“Oh” Shane sighs and breaths slow and heavy and Ilya wonders if he’s fallen back to sleep but then.
“Sorry” he turns his head to press a half kiss against Ilya’s chest, thumb resuming petting over Ilya’s cheek
“You just come get me” Shane whispers, snuggles himself into Ilya like he can get closer, socked foot rubbing slow lines up and down Ilya’s calf, occasional breaks of his toes pulsing against the muscle before he resumes their rubbing.
“Okay?” Shane asks when Ilya doesn’t reply, voice fuzzy with sleep.
“Yes, of course” Ilya replies, shoves his smile into Shane’s silk soft hair, drags his face down to kiss at Shane’s ear, hand flat now rubbing wide circles over his back.
“ ‘Kay” Shane replies with a happy sigh and he presses into Ilya, hand still cupping his face, his nose pressed to Ilya’s cheek.
Ilya falls asleep, smiling and smushed to Shane’s face, tangled close and warm.
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