SWHN, everyday things

The digital clock on his bedside table read 3:45am. It was the times like these that Zeke wished that he didn't have so many sleepless nights. While he lay awake with his handheld game system turned down to the lowest possible volume, he envied Wei Ren's ability to fall asleep so easily. He'd never hold that against him, of course, but he wished that it was so often that easy for him. Instead, he lay awake, trying to let sleep find him…twisting the ring around the third finger of his right hand. He slipped it off, to toy with it, to turn it between his fingers. He'd become accustomed to wearing it, to the point where its absence felt unnatural. So he slipped it back on, staring at it thoughtfully…with a certain fondness. His gaze shifted to the bottom of the bunk above him.
Zeke had the sudden desire to climb up there, to lay down next to the Chinese boy.

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When they were alone, Wei Ren liked to hold his hand…liked to feel the ring on his finger…liked to toy with it. At first, it had annoyed Zeke, but he'd soon gotten over it; mostly because he found himself fond of Ren's touch. Often, he'd be lying on his bed or on a couch in the common room, on the very brink of slumber…and a touch would find the ring on his right hand. Weeks ago, it startled him out of his half-sleep. These days, he was able to continue resting through it. Wei Ren would play with the golden band for long minutes, the soft pads of his fingers running over his skin. When the soft touch would leave, Zeke would itch for it to return; a fact he was far too shy to admit. Wei Ren's hand were always warm, always soft…those long, almost musician worthy fingers always gentle.  Having those hands on him was a pleasure he couldn't describe.  A touch from the Asian male was better than the strongest cup of premium roast coffee with the best sugar and the freshest creamer…completely forget black coffee in the exchange.
And to return the touch, anywhere…..upon the shoulder, the elbow, occasionally upon the small of the back….his hair, the slight curve of his hip…Zeke liked to touch Wei Ren. Liked to touch and be touched. Something new for him, really, but he wasn't going to reject what he was given. He'd become too fond of leaning against a shoulder while falling asleep…or feeling a comforting touch on his back while he was elbow deep in his homework…

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Wei Ren laughs at the taste of coffee on his lips, brown eyes shining with delight at the blush that spreads like wildfire over Zeke's face,

"French Vanilla today, Zeke~?"

Zeke pouts and promptly shoves a stick of mint gum into his mouth.

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He can't sleep on his side. He doesn't find such a position comfortable. But Ren is comfortable on the opposite side of his bed…and Zeke sacrifices his comfort for Wei Ren's. He lays there, sleepless, but satisfied.

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Wei Ren likes to watch him sleep. He finds it interesting. One can tell a lot about someone in the way they sleep, and the Chinese boy takes advantage of that. Zeke is a back sleeper, a still sleeper, a silent sleeper. When sleep finds him it takes hold gently, making it easy to wake him. It's hard to tell if he dreams. If he does, he shows no signs of it. His face is somewhat peaceful, his expression thoughtful…eyebrows slightly furrowed and lips slightly parted.
Ren wonders a lot, about what Zeke may dream about. He chuckles at the thought of the insomniac dreaming about his coffee. When he looks up again, he's surprised to see a pair of brilliant blue eyes looking back at him, full of question. It only makes him laugh harder.

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Zeke learns quickly that lukewarm coffee does nothing to smother the spices of Wei Ren's homemade curry.

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Wei Ren isn't quite sure how the black haired boy drinks such copious amounts of coffee without the accompanying restroom trips. He really didn't care all that much…considering that the lack of trips meant they didn't have to pause during certain activities.

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Zeke decides that he now enjoys the fact that the school uniforms consisted of vests and button-down shirts. But at the same time, the pins and the buttons became increasingly annoying when one was in a hurry. Then again, taking things slowly was fun too. He found himself enjoying the anxious expression on Ren's face as he took his time undoing the buttons up the front of his shirt, revealing that creamy Asian skin-tone. He pushed the shirt back off his shoulders, ignoring the way it caught at his elbows. The Chinese boy leaned back onto one of his hands, smirking as he gestured downwards at the hem of his pants,

"You missed a button, lah~"

Zeke half smiled, leaning forward and placing his hand on Wei Ren's thigh,

"…I did not."