prompt: My pillow is nothing compared to your chest (x)Normally the sound of a creaking bed is like music to Connor’s ears. But with each toss and turn from the man next to him, he feels his patience wearing thin. It’s impossible to know the exact time but he knows it’s late—or early, depending on how one were to look at it. After an all too glorious evening of getting tangled in the sheets with Oliver, Connor was looking forward to getting some well-deserved rest.
Now the thought seems laughable as Oliver flips over once more. Connor can give him credit for trying to be discreet about it for his sake but it’s far too late. He’s been awake for a good ten minutes or so now, hearing each mutter and sigh to leave Oliver’s lips in his pursuit to find a good resting spot.
“If you move one more time, I’m making you sleep on the couch,” Connor grumbles into his pillow.
“Hey, this is my apartment,” Oliver protests.
“Doesn’t matter to me. The bed should be reserved for people who actually want to sleep.”
“But I can’t sleep.”
“Yeah, no kidding,” Connor replies, shaking his head and burrowing it further into the pillow.
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