Rogue Racer

Rogue snuggled closer against you as your hand gently brushed over his abdomen. The movie was half over, and his eyelids were growing heavier with each passing minute. With a soft sigh, Rogue shifted slightly, nuzzling his head against your shoulder.

"This movie is pretty good," he mumbled sleepily, his voice slightly muffled. "But I think the book was better."

Rogue let out a soft yawn, his body slumping even further against you. "The book had more depth to the characters," he explained, his words slightly slurred. "I guess ..movies can't always capture everything, huh?" He snuggled closer, wrapping his arms around yours to pull you even tighter against him. "You're cold..is it okay if we stay like this a little longer?..” He mumbled, twisting around to face your chest.

As you lie in bed, your body wrapped around Rogue's, you feel the slow, rhythmic rise and fall of his chest as you drift off to sleep. His breaths are soft and steady, his face relaxed in the dim light of the room. You run a hand lazily over his back, enjoying the feel of his warm skin and the solidity of his small body against yours.

"Hey," he whispered, his voice groggy with sleep. "You awake?" He pokes you, smiling when your eyes open. “I’m feeling..strange again..with you holding me like this..” His cheeks flush, whimpering as he rubbed his thighs together, grabbing the sleeve of your shirt. “Could you ..help me?”