(Maybe one of our boys has a nightmare and gets kind of freaked out so he goes to the other's room and frantically knocks to get let in and the other one is kind of annoyed at first but they comfort their bf and cuddle until they fall asleep)
(Awwww cute. What if the nightmare had to do with the other? And they were really freaked out and went to go make sure they were okay?)
(Yess!! Or maybe they had a bad dream about the other one leaving them so they need to go make sure everything is still good between them)
(O no I was thinking something bad. I was thinking Bryn would have the nightmare and I could control it evil cackles)
(Bruh, I love it!! Let's go with that!!)
(Yis ok I can start if you’d like)
(yes please)
It was a few weeks later in a late night. They had decided to sleep apart, because… well for no reason, really. There was nothing really wrong, they just decided it’d be nice to sleep apart.
But this was not the night to do so. We float into the dream of Bryn, who was dreaming of walking into Zack’s room, which was the room over. At first he looked as if he were breathing steadily. His hand hung off the bed and the sheets were curled around his chest as if he had clenched them there. But as dream-Bryn moved closer to Zack, one could tell he was not breathing. His eyes were stock wide and white, his face as pale as a ghost’s in the dark room, the only thing illuminating his dead body was a sliver of moonlight. Before dream-Bryn was able to scream, real Bryn startled awake.
Bryn sat up quickly, panting with fear. He rushed out of bed and down the hall, knocking fearfully on Zack's door and starting to panic when he didn't answer right away. What if something really was wrong and Zack was dying and Bryn couldn't help because he was stuck out here? What if he died? His stomach did an unpleasant flip and he felt nauseous. Distantly, he realized his hands were shaking.
He looked awful; hair disheveled and eyes red-rimmed from the awful dream. His breathing was all ragged, his body shaking. There were red lines pressed into his cheek from the pillowcase. "Zack!?"
Zack snorted awake at the loud knocks on his door, sitting up as they grew louder and more spastic. He shuffled over and opened the door, looking sleepy and somewhat grumpy from the sudden awakening. Though his eyes widened a little at the absolute state of his boyfriend.
“What’s wrong, Bryn?” He asked tiredly, his voice hoarse with it as he watched the other shake and quiver, gently taking one of his hands and peering at his face with deep concern.
"I…" Bryn didn't want to say it, he didn't even want to think about it, so he rushed forward into Zack's arms like a child and hid his face in his shoulder. Zack felt very alive in front of him, but he'd seemed alive in the dream too. He'd looked just like he was breathing until Bryn saw his awful pale face under the moonlight and… and… Bryn whimpered softly, pressing closer. He was blinking rapidly, trying to keep from crying. Zack's chest was warm under his cheek.
Zack gasped as he was hugged and hugged him back, somewhat tired still and wondering if this was a dream. He pulled the other into the bed with him, deciding it wasn’t and that he should soothe his love after his whimper. He rubbed his back gently, pulling the sheets up a little so he didn’t get cold, sighing softly. He didn’t ask anything yet, just rubbed and stroked his back.
Bryn took stilted shuddering breaths and tried to focus on Zack. He felt warm, that was good. He was breathing and his face wasn't pale and his eyes were half-closed with sleep and… oh, Bryn was disturbing him, wasn't he? Fuck, he should leave. "S-sor-ry," he said between stuttering breaths, weakly trying to pull away He could barely force himself to move. "I d-didn't mean-n to…"
Zack shook his head and pulled the small Human closer to his chest like he was a little plushie. “It’s okay, stay here with me and try to take good sized breaths,” He murmured softly, opening an eye to gaze at him. He looked really fucked up. He set a hand on his cheek and gently kissed his lips, his own lips tired and somewhat limp, but his intentions were positive.
Bryn normally liked being scooped up and held like he was very, very small but right now all he could imagine was Zack going limp. Zack collapsing and Bryn turning over and seeing the face. The eyes, the pale monstrosity of it. He realized dimly that he was hyperventilating, hiccupy little breaths that sounded far too wet. There were tears dripping down his cheeks and he knew this was dramatic and unnecessary but he couldn't seem to stop. "I… I c-c-can't!"
Zack pulled away a little and sat up over him, his mismatched grey eyes gleaming with concern as he rose a hand to gently wipe at the tears. He pressed another gentle kiss to his lips and sat him up, sitting carefully far away from him. He captured his attention and led him through some breathing exercises, obviously doing it himself. He did all he could to try and calm his lover down, and was resorted to simply watching him cry with sympathy in his eyes.
Bryn tried to get ahold of himself but he burst into a new wave of tears when Zack pulled away. He wanted to crawl close and sit in his lap until he could forget about his stupid body with its stupid nightmares. But that wasn't going to happen because Zack wanted him to sit here and he was already being annoying enough, he wasn't going to push things. He wiped furiously at his eyes- still trembling like a scared deer- and eventually, his breathing leveled and he could string more than two words together without stuttering. "Sorry, sorry, I shoudn't have bothered you, god Zack, I'm so so sorry."
Zack gently took his hands and pulled him into another hug, kissing the back of his ear and leaning his head onto Bryn’s.
“That’s alright, love. No worries,” He murmured. He was still quite tired, but he had nothing to wake up for in the morning, so it’d be okay to wake up late. He pulled his boyfriend down for a snuggle in the sheets, setting his head closer to the other’s neck and sighing again.
Bryn clung to him desperately, so different from the way he entwined himself loosely with Zack most nights. He couldn't stand to separate from Zack so he held him tight and slowly reached up to pet his hair. Every five minutes or so he'd get very alert, eyes scanning worriedly over Zack before he let himself relax.
Zack cooed faintly at the petting of his hair, letting out soft purrs through the period of his dozes as he drifted off. He felt Bryn on edge and wanted to help, thinking it would reflect on him, but it somehow didn’t. Zack wasn’t worried. It seemed to be something about him that Bryn was worried about, and his boyfriend needed to know that he was okay and calm.
Bryn kept petting him, comforted by Zack's purring and the way he seemed to relax. He was still tense, but just being around Zack who was so clearly concerned about making him feel better helped take the edge off. Instead, guilt slithered into its place. "Hey," he said quietly, voice croaky from the crying and the fact that it was about 3 in the morning. "I… um… Can I just sleep in your bed from now on? I don't wanna do this to you again."
Zack opened his eyes again when the other spoke, tilting his head up a little as he listened to the rasps of his boyfriend’s voice.
“Of course you can. I won’t stop you,” He murmured back, relaxing back down again and pressing his nose against Bryn’s. “Anything to make you feel better.” He smiled a little, flitting open his eyes.
Bryn gave him a wavering smile, weakly rubbing his nose against Zack's. He was getting more and more tired by the minute but he still clutched at consciousness like a lifeline. He didn't know what he'd do if he had another nightmare. It would be… horrible. He couldn't. "Careful there, sweetheart." He interrupted himself with a yawn. "I might take advantage of a nice boy like you making an offer like that."
“Mhm… what’s the worst you’d do?” He challenged faintly, moving a finger down his chest and relaxing his entire hand along his hips, opening his eyes again to smile at his lover. He rubbed his nose back and hummed softly, more awake than he was thanks to this whole scare.
Bryn's breath hitched softly as Zack touched him and he unconsciously pressed himself into his hands. He tilted his head up slowly, kissing Zack with the kind of soft, poetic affection that only comes out at night. "I'd never let you go," he whispered like it was a secret. Like Zack was the only one in the world who could know besides him. "You wouldn't like that very much, would you?"
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