if anyone else were to kiss me, all they would taste is your name
"I don't think your bed is structurally sound."
Jason snorts, turning his face further into the pillow and waves a hand in Tim's direction. "My bed is fine," he says, muffled. "I followed the instructions. There were pictures and everything. Now shut up and come lay down."
He waves his hand again, this time more insistently, and Tim realizes that Jason's trying to reach for him, to haul him closer. Tim eyes the bed again, concern growing in his gut, but Jason's fingers have found his, Jason's enormous hand wrapped around Tim's wrist, tugging gently. Tim sighs, but relents, allowing himself to be pulled closer so that Jason can tug him down onto the mattress next to him.
"I'm telling you now," Tim warns, settling into the curve of Jason's arm. "When this inevitably ends badly, I’m going to say I told you so like a billion times, at least."
Hold Me, I'm Cold