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Lieutenant Curtis Biddick was awakened by a light shove, causing him to groan and bury his face in his pillow. If it was something important, the alarms would have been blaring and the lights would be on by now.
“Curt,” someone above him whispered. “Get up.”
Yep, that was John. He sighed, but opened his eyes and rolled over so that he was facing Bucky. “What the hell are you doing here?”
The base was fairly large, so Majors had their own rooms with bathrooms, while Lieutenants were four to a room, single-sized bed each.
Bucky grimaced. “I need a place to sleep.”
Curt stared for a bit. “What?” The room was entirely dark, so the only thing he could see was the outline of Bucky’s face.
“Yeah.” Bucky shifted. “I would’ve gone to Gale but he’s out and his room was locked.”
Christ, he was serious. “You have a full-sized bed, John.”
He could see Bucky move again, the tips of his hair glinting against the bit of moonlight streaming through the curtains from the singular window. “There was a leak. They said my room was soaked, and they have to clean it out.”
Curt groaned. His whole body was sore and he was exhausted from training non-stop the past few days. The last thing he wanted to do was give up his bed and stand for five hours until wake up call.
But ranks were ranks, and unfortunately his friend ranked far above him. “Fine,” he said. “Only so you don’t keep pestering me until the whole room is awake.” His bed was so warm. The air was so cold. He would mourn the warmth.
He pushed himself up, wincing, but John stopped him. “What are you doing?” His friend whispered.
Curt squinted. “Getting out of bed?”
“Why?” Bucky hissed. “Get back in.”
“I’m in,” Curt complained. “Do you want the bed or not? Because if you don’t, I’d like to go back to sleep.” The blanket was slightly less warm now that he had untucked it.
His friend had the audacity to look confused. “What? No, I just want to share. I’m not kicking you out.”
“You want to share a single-sized bed?” Curt squinted up at him. “Fuck it, let’s do it. Better than getting out.”
He moved to the side, and lifted the blanket. “In you go.”
He could hear John kicking off his shoes, then the bed creaked as his body joined Curt’s on it. Curt tucked himself in, and he could feel John doing the same.
When he looked back up, he realized he was face to face with his friend. He was glad the darkness hid his blush.
“Do you want to turn, or?”
He got no response, then realized a second later that John was already snoring.
“Of course. Great.” They were both squished on the bed, and any small movement would either send him toppling or wake Bucky up. He’d stay in this position, then.
He’d begun to nod off when he felt a hand around his waist. He startled in alarm, but calmed at the sound of indecipherable murmurs coming from his friend. Sleep talking, then.
He fell asleep with John’s arm wrapped tightly around his waist.
***
“They have eggs and bacon.” Major Gale Cleven said, holding up his plate and handing over a glass of orange juice.
It was a calm Sunday morning, and no missions were planned. The mood was all around cheery and carefree.
Curt took the orange juice, wrinkling his nose. “Yeah, I’ll pass on the eggs.” His own plate was stacked with fruit. He felt his stomach was probably at less of a risk from eating an apple than whatever was in the “eggs”.
Buck shrugged, sliding into the seat beside him. “By the ways, I heard you and John had a little cuddle session last night.”
Curt’s face flamed, and he glared over at Dick. Dick choked on his eggs.
“What? He asked why John was missing from his room last night!”
Gale chuckled. “There’s no harm in a little spooning.” He ripped a strip of bacon and chewed. “Though I do wonder why he chose to go to you. I was on patrol last night and the lock to my room has been broken for months.”
Jesus, it had, hadn’t it? Curt remembered Buck complaining to him about how it still wasn’t fixed just last week. But John had been with them during Buck’s rant. Then…
He took a small bite of his own bacon. “I guess he must have forgotten.”