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Xeno Houston Wingfield lay staring at the ceiling. Stanley Snyder was in the bunk below him, on the verge of falling asleep. It was one in the morning and the two had just finished an intense study session for their upcoming algebra test. Just as the blond felt he was about to drift off, he was startled awake by a random ass question from the man above him.
"Stan, you prefer gold over silver, right?" Xeno asked.
"Um... sure?" Stanley blinked sleepily, a little annoyed Xeno was interrupting his sleep for such a simple question as this.
"Well, did you know that gold is made when two dead stars crash into each other?"
Stanley dragged his hand over his face. "No, I did not, Xeno. And that's a really cool fact I'd love to appreciate in the morning, and by morning I mean after eight AM, because right now I need my sleep."
Stanley rolled over, burying his head under his pillow. "God, I wish I had a cigarette right now." As much as he loved his best friend, one in the morning was not the time for this.
There was a moment of silence where Stanley thought the questions were over, but nope. Of course they weren't.
"Why am I here?"
Stanley groaned. "Because you live here??" He shifted so that his blanket was now covering the pillow, which was covering his head.
"No, I mean, why am I on Earth?" Xeno continued. "Why is anyone on this planet? What's our purpose in life?"
"Xe, it's one in the morning. The only thing running through my head right now is the quadratic formula and the need to smoke. I appreciate your appreciation for the universe but for the love of god, can we please sleep?"
"...why is sleep needed? Wouldn't it be significantly more efficient to just-"
"XENO!" Stan interjected loudly, startling both of them. The blond man sighed, dragging himself out of bed. He climbed up to Xeno's bunk, sitting on the edge of the creaky bed and kicking his legs off the side, swinging them back and forth. "Xe... is there any reason you're asking these questions now??"
"I can't sleep," Xeno muttered. "My mind is screaming at me and it won't the hell shut up."
Stanley leaned forward and raised an eyebrow. "Any reason why?"
"It might be because of a certain blond haired guy who's purple lipstick I would desperately like to see smudged on my face." Stanley's eyebrows shot up. Well. That was unexpected. "Or. It could be the test. I'm worried for the algebra test tomorrow. I know I typically do well on these types of things but I'm really horrible with percentages-"
Before Xeno's sentence turned into a long-ass ramble, Stanley grabbed the genius's head and pulled him into a messy kiss. Stanley felt Xeno's surprise but it quickly evaporated as the silver haired man reciprocated the kiss. Stanley felt Xeno's mouth slightly open and he took the chance to slide his tongue in. Considering the little whimper of pleasure Xeno gave, this was clearly accepted. Stanley pushed Xeno back onto the bed. His blond hair fell over his eyes and he gave a little smirk. "You don't know how long I've wanted this," he growled to the gasping Xeno.
"Same," Xeno managed to choke out before Stanley was kissing him again. He felt Xeno's hand grab a fistful of his shirt and he knew that if they didn't stop soon this would be a long night indeed.
Stanley reluctantly pulled away, eyeing Xeno's flushed face and flustered composure. "Well."
"Well," echoed Xeno.
The two stared at each other for a few more moments before bursting out laughing. "I love you, Xeno," Stanley managed to say through his soft laughs.
"Love you too, Stan."
Let's just say Stanley did not end up sleeping alone that night.
But the two best friends both got a decent amount of sleep and aced their algebra tests, so you know what they say: all's well that ends well!