Author's note: * This is actually a response to a challenge a friend of mine issued to me.
Naomi's visit had gone well and now she lay asleep in Blair's room. On the couch Blair fumbled with the comforter, adjusting his position this way and that way. Just not the easiest thing to get comfortable. He rolled to his stomach, his arms folded under his head. No good. Reverse position. Now on his back with his arms folded across his chest. 'I feel like I'm at my own wake. I've slept on this thing before. Why can't I settle in tonight?' He shifted to one side with an arm hanging off the side of the couch.
Jim had stopped on his way upstairs to watch his roommate toss and turn. Making a decision Jim crossed to the couch and snagged the afghan.
"Hey!" Blair protested. It was hard enough to get comfortable. Now he was cold too.
"Come on, Chief," Jim said softly.
"Huh?"
Jim tugged at Blair's undershirt sleeve. "Come on," he repeated.
"Come on where?"
"Upstairs," Jim told him.
"Up...? why?"
"You're not going to get any sleep down here. Bed's big enough. Come on."
"With you?" Blair was sitting up now.
"No, with the prince of Wales." Jim smirked. "Of course with me. Now are you coming or do I have to carry you." He used his best 'I mean business tone.'
"No, no," Blair said rising from the couch. "I'll go."
Jim draped an arm around him and led him to the stairs where he gave a playful shove sending Blair up first.
Once upstairs Blair was sheepish about climbing into the large bed. Jim had lain down with him in his room once when he was sick but still...
Then a comforting hand came to rest on his shoulder. "It's just a bed, Chief. It won't bite."
Blair still hesitated. Sighing Jim sat on the mattress and slid beneath the covers first. Then patting the spot beside him said, "Come on, little brother."
Laughing once Blair capitulated. Hearing Jim refer to him as 'little brother' always made him cave in. He slipped in next to him, not surprised to find that Jim left his arm so it would curl around his shoulder and pull him close. With a sense of security Blair rested his head against Jim's chest.
"Comfortable?" Jim asked into the curls.
Blair nodded. There was a pause. "Thanks, Jim."
Jim brushed a soft kiss against Blair's forehead. "Anytime, Junior."
* The challenge having been to get Jim and Blair in the same bed without one being sick or having had a nightmare.