diloshka...💤

Lololoshka, as usual, ran into the room, chattering incessantly: he was showing another funny video, waving his arms, and his tousled blond hair bouncing comically in time with his movements. Dillon was sitting on the edge of the bed, his nose buried in a book, but he hadn't been reading for a long time, simply catching the constant bustle out of the corner of his eye. The ash-blond strands of his mullet fell across his forehead, hiding a faint smile.

"Dillon, look at this, this is brilliant!" Lololoshka plopped down next to him, shoving the phone in his face.

Dillon slowly raised his eyes. They held their usual melancholy, but now it was mingled with something warm and determined. He closed the book, placed it on the nightstand, and, without saying a word, gave Lololoshka a sharp but gentle nudge in the shoulder. Unsuspecting, he fell backward onto the soft blanket with a short "Ouch!"

Dillon immediately hovered over him, not to hold him, but to lie down next to him. He moved close, wrapped his arm around Lololoshka's waist, and nuzzled his nose somewhere near his ear. The long dark coat had already been removed, and now Dillon was simply wearing a soft gray sweater that smelled fresh and, just slightly, of his perfume.

Lololoshka froze, his large, expressive eyes widening in surprise, but a second later a familiar sparkle danced in them. He snorted softly, but didn't resist. On the contrary, his hand tangled itself in Dillon's ash-blond hair, slightly ruffling the perfect hairstyle.

"What's wrong?" Lololoshka asked in a whisper, feeling the warmth spreading through his body.

"Shut up," Dillon said just as quietly, but there was no rudeness in his voice, only tired tenderness. "Just give me a minute."

He pressed closer, hiding his face in the crook of Lololoshka's neck. Short ash-blond locks tickled Lololoshka's cheek, but he only smiled wider, closed his eyes, and hugged Dillon back, his other hand covering Lololoshka's hand on his waist.

That perfect silence hung in the room. Lololoshka felt Dillon's heart beat steadily beneath his fingers, his usually tense body relaxing. His own heart pounded.