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A shiver ran down Bender’s spine-like metal rod.
An owl hooted in the distance.
‘Whos that? A wolf, or some kind of boogin’? He asked into the cool night, eyes widening.
“Oh god, I wish I was safe inside a tent.” Bender said allowed to himself, as he fiddled with his hands in a vain attempt to keep himself distracted from whatever may be hiding in the dark forest.
He looked over at Fry’s tent, contemplating.
Before Bender went to bed Fry had asked if he was doing ok out here, so surely if he wasn’t Fry would be willing to share?
Fry and Bender had slept in Bender’s first apartment together and it was only slightly bigger than that tent, besides the apartment still had room for another two-thirds of a person, so surely Fry wouldn't mind.
Bender, for all his Gaul and cockiness, was embarrassed to ask his crush to sleep that close to him, sure They had done it before but that was before Bender realized he was attracted to the ginger.
Bender glanced over at Fry’s tent again.
Bender hesitantly shuffled over to Fry’s tent, rubbing his right arm nervously.
As he reached the opening flap to Fry’s tent, he paused, to consider if this was really worth it. It could turn out embarrassing after all.
He opened the flap, shaking his head. Fry would never purposely embarrass him. Besides it was pretty cold so Bender had plausible deniability.
Bender slid up next to Fry silently cursing as he knocked over Fry’s lantern. Bender started rearranging everything so he could fit next to Fry.
As Bender layed down and shuffled closer to Fry, Fry woke slightly blinking in the low light.
‘Bender…?’ Fry asked
Bender’s circuits went cold as he turned towards Fry, fearing rejection.
“I-It was cold!” Bender stuttered defensively.
Fry looked at Bender.
‘Oh ok” Fry said raping his arms and legs around Bender and pulling the blanket to cover them.
“Good night Bender” Fry yawned
‘Wha-?” Bender started to question.
But Fry had already tucked his head into the crook of Bender’s neck and fallen back fast asleep.
Bender looked at Fry curled up against him and mumbled, “Good night meat bag” as a small amount of steam puffed out of him.