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It's morning, no doubt about it. The sun is peeking through the blinds of his window, the chill is closing in around him, threatening to breach the warm bundle of his duvet, and- perhaps most damning of all- Vyvyan is sneaking into his bedroom. Mike pulls the blankets tighter around him, evening his breathing out in an effort to appear as comatose as possible, hoping uselessly that would be enough to dissuade him. It never has before. Sure enough, the corner of the duvet lifts, letting in an icy blast of morning air that makes Mike shiver against it. Vyvyan slots himself against him, tucking Mike's head beneath his chin and curling around him, and he's almost warm enough to make up for the cold around them.
Vyvyan's been getting far too comfortable with this. Sure, Mike didn't mind it at first. One might even say he enjoyed it. After all, it was only an occasional thing. Just when Vyvyan was hungover and wanted something warm to cling to while he was feeling more pitiful than he'd ever care to admit to. And Mike loved the feeling of having something to hold over Vyvyan's head, if he ever needed to blackmail him. That was all he liked about it, as far as Vyvyan needed to know at least. Of course, this was when it was still every once in a while. This morning, however, marks the fifth day in a row Vyvyan's decided to make him into his own personal teddy bear, and if he comes back for a sixth tomorrow, Mike can't be held liable for what he does to the man.
"Sick again?" He asks without opening his eyes, determined to pretend to be asleep until it becomes a reality.
"Yeh." Vyvyan croaks, sounding halfway back to sleep himself.
"You can't keep drinking like this, Vyv. What is this, four days in a row? Five?"
"M'not hungover."
Mike finally hazards a glance over his shoulder, peeking one eye open to look at his flatmate. He certainly doesn't look ill. There's no sickly pallor or feverish flush in his complexion, and the forehead that's buried against his shoulder doesn't feel any warmer than usual. Besides, Vyvyan's usually considerate enough to sleep in his own bed when he's contagious. Well, at least as far as Mike was concerned. If he was really sick, he'd spit in Rick's cornflakes just to have little company in his misery. But if Vyvyan isn't hungover, and he isn't properly sick, then…..No, he was probably just lying to him.
"If you're proper sick, I'd like it if you'd keep that to yourself, alright?" Mike complains, making no real effort to get away. He's never been much of a fighter, and with the kind of strength he knew Vyvyan possessed, that battle was over before it began. While he responded abnormally well to a strong word, Mike knew from experience that ordering him around only went so far.
"S'not contagious. Now be a good teddy and stop squirming, will you?"
Mike's not sure what he's more offended by- the fact that Vyvyan had the nerve to speak to him like that, or the way it makes his cock twitch. He turns back over, thankful for the fact that Vyvyan always presses himself against his back and not the other way around. It’s not easy to get back to sleep, though. Not with the nagging worry in the back of his mind. Not with his heart pounding in his ears at the thought that maybe this had nothing to do with Vyvyan feeling ill and it had become something…else.
It’s not like Mike hadn’t thought about it. He tends to think like that about everyone around him at least once. Hell, he can’t shake hands with a bank teller without imagining her naked. His roommates were far from exempt from this, and many a time he’d caught himself sitting on that little red sofa, considering draping his legs over Vyvyan’s lap or putting an arm around Neil’s shoulders. But that was all in his head. That was different. This? Well this was a little too close to real for him. A little bit more than he was willing to confront just yet. He opens his mouth to protest- to kick Vyvyan out of his room for good- but before he can get the words out, Vyvyan interrupts him with a loud snore, already fast asleep again, and Mike decides to let it slide just one more time. He’ll kick him out tomorrow morning, when Vyvyan inevitably decides to do this all over again.