Love Me [just for the hack of it mate]
[Herpaderp here it is, you asked for it]
Ben figured James had had just a bit too much to drink when he leaned in close, sneaking an arm around his waist and mumbled incoherent little things into his ear as some old black and white movie rolled on the TV screen. He smiled when the others’ head came to nuzzle at his shoulder, eyes still fixed on the movie as he slung his arm around the other soldier’s shoulders.
They sat there for a while, listening to the others breaths as the movie came to a close.
“You tired?” the words were grumbled into his uniform as James one visible eye cracked open to give him a hazy look. He yawned and crept closer to the other man for warmth, which made Ben raise one amused eyebrow.
“A bit,” he admitted, pushing James off of him to stand up. “And you’re drunk. I’ll go fetch us some blankets and a pillow or two maybe, don’t know where the heck your room is so you’ll have to make do.”
The other plopped down on the warm seat he left behind, “don’t need to bring a pillow for me.”
Ben, who by then had started to walk away from the sofa, turned back around, “And why’s that?”
“Your stomach is soft enough.”
The younger soldier stared at his elder as a shit-eating grin spread across the man’s face. And then he turned without comment, thinking that he’d eat his own words later.