[That's all Derek gets in response - a sleepy murmur from a still rather out of it kid, who's curled up on his side and breathing in deep. He's being fished out of REM and sits warily in the upper echelons of drowsy meets sleepy - eyelids fluttering but his whole attention not stirring yet. He only feels the warmth of being close to someone, the heat from the sleeping bag radiating around them and keeping a faint sheen of sweat over his temples. It was good to take his shirt off and it'd feel better to kick his sweats off, feeling only a tangle of fabric around his thighs that he puts his hand to as if to nudge away. Only he doesn't, because his hand snags in the fabric and stays there, and his head lolls down against the wood.
He doesn't notice the weight of Derek's cock against his back, doesn't know the extent to which he's suffering his hard on. He just was having a nice dream that's already been forgotten, pushed out of his head the second the world started coming back into focus. With the crink in his neck and the hard floor beneath them. He doesn't want to wake up, going back to sleep's so easy.
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[That's all Derek gets in response - a sleepy murmur from a still rather out of it kid, who's curled up on his side and breathing in deep. He's being fished out of REM and sits warily in the upper echelons of drowsy meets sleepy - eyelids fluttering but his whole attention not stirring yet. He only feels the warmth of being close to someone, the heat from the sleeping bag radiating around them and keeping a faint sheen of sweat over his temples. It was good to take his shirt off and it'd feel better to kick his sweats off, feeling only a tangle of fabric around his thighs that he puts his hand to as if to nudge away. Only he doesn't, because his hand snags in the fabric and stays there, and his head lolls down against the wood.
He doesn't notice the weight of Derek's cock against his back, doesn't know the extent to which he's suffering his hard on. He just was having a nice dream that's already been forgotten, pushed out of his head the second the world started coming back into focus. With the crink in his neck and the hard floor beneath them. He doesn't want to wake up, going back to sleep's so easy.
But fuck. Is Derek talking? The hell?]
What?