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The night was no longer young, and the tavern staff were beginning to usher people out. Somewhere in the crowd of drunken bastards was Thomas Jefferson and James Madison. The former of the two was also a drunken bastard. They turned the corner, James supporting Thomas as if he had a broken leg, towards the local inn.
Inside, James asked for a room (well, Thomas had tried to help, but the staff could barely understand him.), and the man on the register regretfully informed him that there was only one room left, and the conditions might not be ideal. James internally sighed, expecting the whole "only one bed" debacle, but gratefully took the directions.
When they got to the room, they saw there were... approximately 18 beds. How does one fit 18 beds in a room?
"Wha.. what the fuck..." Thomas slurred. "It's all beds..."
James sighed. "It's better than one bed, I guess."
"Wha' you mean? You don't wanna share a bed?" The other teased, perhaps unknowingly, perhaps on purpose.
Despite his usual cool demeanour and parental instincts towards his piss-drunk best friend, James blushed. "I... I like my space."
As they both settled down to sleep on opposite sides of the bed-filled room, they said their goodnights and turned the lights off.
Thomas woke up during the night. He checked the time on the barely-illuminated clock across the room, 3:37 am. He was cold, and had secretly hoped the man at the front desk was meaning the room had a single bed. Still in a drunk daze, he crawled, somehow still stumbling, over to James. He slipped beside him, wrapped his arms around him, and promptly fell back asleep.
James awoke to the crushing darkness of the night, and the warmth of a mans arms. Wait, what? He slowed his breathing to a stop to listen to the second person, and he could recognise that voice anywhere. His breathing picked up, a little faster than before, as heat quickly spread across his face. He didn't know what to do with this feeling, or with Thomas, and so he lay awake, until he couldn't anymore.
Daylight spilled across the sky. James slowly blinked his eyes open, adjusting to the morning light. And just as familiar as a couple hours ago, his best friend's arms were still draped over him. Afraid of waking the man, he slowly moved to sit up and shift to another bed, blind to the fact Thomas was already half awake.
"mmgh-no... stay..." He was pulled back down onto the bed, the other's voice a low grumble in his ear. The blush spread across his face much quicker and hotter than before. Despite himself, he found himself staying down, and even leaning into his touch. And for the rest of the morning, there they stayed, content and definitely gay for eachother.