Ship: Frank/Patrick
Words: 227

The first thing that woke me up was how fucking cold I was. The blankets were gone from my body and as I looked across, I notice that Patrick had them all, piled on him.

I frown.

And then I begin to poke his face.

"Patrick."

Nothing. He keeps sleeping soundly and my eyebrows narrow even more as I crawl over him, straddling him and the blankets and continuing to poke his face.

"Paaaatriiick..."

He hums softly and squeezes his pillow tighter, brushing my fingers away from his face.

I grunt in frustration.

"Patrick!"

"Frankie... Baby... please..." he whispers.

I whine, finally proud of getting him to wake up a little bit.

"I'm cold, please..." I whimper.

"Get some blankets, just to go sleep..."

I growl and poke his face especially hard, right on his cheek.

He groans and opens his baby blue eyes, looking up at me.

"Please?" I ask, giving him puppy eyes.

He cracks a chuckle and finally brushes me off of him, pulling the blankets down just enough for me to straddle him again. This time, I lean down so our chests are pressed together and my face is in the crook of his neck as he pulls the blankets back up.

"You're warm." I whisper.

"Mhmm..." he hums, hugging me close, "you're cold."

"Your fault."

"Shut up, Frank."