Prompt: naked cuddling 

Rating: R

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It was almost two in the morning. The boys had a late gig and dragged their exhausted, deadbeat bodies to their hotel. Davy and Peter went into one room while Mike and Micky went into the other, mumbling tired 'good nights,' before closing their doors for the night.

Despite how tired he was, Mike insisted on taking a shower before going to bed. Micky was too tired to care and flopped face-first onto the double bed, feeling drained of all his energy. He knew he should get up, change into pajamas, and go to bed, but his mind barely registered the fact that his clothes were still on. Even his shoes failed to bother him.

"Micky?" He heard a low chuckle behind him and lazily rolled over to see Mike looking at him, clad only in a towel and using a second one to dry his hair. "You're still dressed babe."

"I don't care," Micky groaned. He rolled back on his stomach and buried his face into the pillows. He wanted to sleep, but the fact that Mike was now also in the room kept him on somewhat high alert.

Mike crossed the room, dropping his towel to the floor as he did so. Micky could sense Mike's naked presence behind him, and relaxed as Mike took a hold of one of his shoes.

"Let's get these off, shall we?"

Micky's shoes and socks came off, but he barely registered what was happening. The bed sunk slightly underneath Mike's weight, and Micky felt a hand roam over his ass, squeezing gently. He moaned softly.

"These need to come off too. Lift your hips for me, Mick."

Micky sighed and did as he was told. A slender arm snaked around his waist to undo the button and zipper, and Micky soon found that his pants and underwear were pooled around his ankles.

Mike laughed. "You still with me?"

"Mhm," came the tired reply. Micky lazily kicked the articles of clothing off. He tried to sink back into the warm blankets, but Mike held him by the waist and wouldn't let him.

"Your shirt," came the short explanation. Micky nodded—though he barely registered the fact he was controlling his own body—and the shirt came off. Mike smiled and stretched his lanky body beside Micky, before gently rolling the other man over so they were lying face to face.

"That better?" he whispered.

"Very," Micky sighed. Mike smiled and pulled Micky close for a tired kiss. They pulled away and Micky smiled at Mike before reaching a hand out and running it through Mike's coarse, still damp hair. He could barely keep his eyes open, but he loved these moments—it was just the two of them. No rough sex, no kinky fantasies. Just love.

"I love you." Micky looked up at Mike through half-asleep eyes.

Mike smiled and tucked a wild curl behind Micky's ear. "I love you too."

Micky buried his face in Mike's chest and breathed deep. Mike's musky scent was familiar and warm. Mike wrapped a strong arm around him and Micky cuddled impossibly closer. Skin to skin, warmth on warmth, they were as close as they could possibly get.

"Hey, Mick?" Mike whispered after a few minutes of silence.

No reply.

Mike tightened his grip slightly and looked down. He realized Micky was asleep, face buried in his chest, warm breath tickling his hair. Mike smiled and kissed the top of his head.

"Thank you."