autistic wille hc where he gets overstimulated when he sleeps in hoodies because the hood is too thick and its touching his neck in the wrong way and the sleeves don't stay over his wrists and it gets bunched up too easily --- but he's always cold. so when he can't wear a sweatshirt, simon wraps him up like a freaking burrito in his arms and the blanket and they js hold each other and simon brings him the warmth he needed.
Outside the window, rain splattered against thick, bare tree branches and the brick siding of the house, sending a dull pattering throughout the walls. Wille rolled over and burrowed deeper under the quilted comforter and pulled his knees up to his chest, trying fruitlessly to concentrate his body heat to stay warm.
They rarely kept the temperature in the house above 18 degrees in the winter to keep the cost of the monthly bills down, and normally it wasn't a problem. Normally, Simon drank spruce tea in bed as he wrote with the orange glow of the lamp on before he lay in beside Wille and curled up close to him, tugging him in to his own body by the hips and nestling his nose into the nape of Wille's neck. Normally, Simon kept his body close and left his hands pressed all over Wille. He kept Wille warm.
But this last week, Simon had been in New York working with one of the artists he was producing for, and so Wille had gone to bed alone each night. He tried to make spruce tea to warm his fingers and to make the room smell like Simon, but he didn't like the taste and it wasn't really the same anyway, so he'd given up after the third night. He'd bundled himself in a hoodie and huddled into bed and tried not to think about how much larger the bed was without Simon in it.
Needless to say, he hadn't been getting much sleep.
Wille shifted restlessly in bed. The collar of his hoodie was too thick, felt too tight. He grasped at it and tried to pull it away from his skin, but the effort was fruitless. Wille groaned and tried to bury his head in his pillow to drown out the sensation of the too bulky sweatshirt on his body.
Unwanted tears pressed behind Wille's eyelids. He missed Simon, and he hated being cold, and he didn't understand why he couldn't fucking handle a hoodie of all things.
His fingers ached with cold, but when he tried to pull his sleeves down over his hands, the fabric ended up getting twisted around his wrists which sent him into another bout of frustrated groaning and a few loose tears. Wille ripped the hoodie off over his head and threw it across the room, his skin itching from the feel of the fabric.
He sighed and resigned himself to another cold, sleepless night.
He'd just fallen into an uneasy doze when he heard a light scratching at the apartment door. Wille's eyes flicked open, and he lay still for a breathless moment before he heard a distinctive jingling of keys and the lock turning through the door.
It wasn't until the bedroom door creaked open and Simon slid through, carefully closing the door behind him and tiptoeing across the hardwood floor, that Wille let himself believe that his fiancé was home.
He sat up, shivering as the covers fell down his body, and blinked blearily in the darkness.
"Simon?" he croaked out.
Simon's head snapped up, and his shoulders relaxed as he realized Wille was awake.
"Hi, honey," he whispered, kicking off his shoes and sitting on the edge of the bed. He reached out a hand, and Wille crawled to him immediately, wrapping himself around Simon's warm, warm back and hugging him close.
"What are you doing up?" Simon murmured, leaning back into Wille and smoothing his hands over Wille's where they rested over his stomach.
Wille hummed and said, "Couldn't sleep. Too cold."
Simon slowly unravelled himself from Wille and stood, pulling off his clothes quickly before rejoining Wille on the bed in just his boxers. He clambered into Wille's lap and smoothed his hands back through his hair. His skin was so warm, and Wille couldn't help himself from grabbing Simon and holding him as tight as he could, trying to soak in all the heat and the familiar Simon smell from his skin.
"Missed you," Wille said into Simon's neck.
"I missed you too," Simon said, pressing his smile into the side of Wille's head. "Sleep now?"
Wille nodded and laid back down, taking Simon with him and immediately curling up into his side. Simon laid his palms flat over Wille's ribs and firmly rolled him over to face the other way. Wille let out a small noise of displeasure, but it was quickly soothed away when Simon pressed himself close against Wille's back and twined his arm around his body, hauling him in and holding him tight and dear.
Wille exhaled slowly and let himself seep back into Simon's body, finally warm.