A Movie Marathon
A/N: This fic isn't "set" during or around an episode but based purely off of a Shining joke Hodgins makes in season 2. (During that episode that reminds me of The Blair Witch Project)
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The killer jumped onto the screen, catching the woman off guard who screamed as the axe dug into her side—a loud squelch sound followed by a spray of blood. Elias squeaked, jumping in the seat next to Hodgins who seemed into it.
Elias, on the other hand, had his face pressed to Hodgins' neck, eyes closed tightly. This was… the 6th horror movie? And he was getting jumpier as time went on. This was also not the first time he'd grabbed Hodgins or hidden against him.
Hodgins laughed and told Elias he was squeezing him. Elias opened an eye and leaned away. "No, I wasn't!" He looked back at the screen to see the woman dead on the floor.
"Right."
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Hodgins had insisted Elias stay the night. It was late and dark, and he definitely didn't want to ride home alone. Not that he would've voiced that now. Despite Elias consistently saying he'd sleep on the couch, Hodgins wouldn't let him. Elias eventually gave up.
Hodgins even gave him a shirt to sleep in. Elias didn't say it out loud but it was comforting after the barrage of horror movies. It was well-worn, and smelt like Hodgins. It was a tad big on him, and Elias debeated a few moments before opting to sleep in the shirt and his boxers. That wasn't weird, right?
Hodgins' room felt quiet now, as the two men lay separately. Too quiet for after all the horror movies they had watched. Scenes played back in Elias' head and he took a deep breath, rolling around.
Eventually, he pulled the covers up to his chin and curled up, burying his face into the pillow. He started to drift off when a loud clunk shocked his nerves. He stopped breathing as Hodgins jumped up. At that, Elias instinctively went to reach for his knife. His hand touched the bed frame, and nothing more.
"Fuck!!" Hodgins yelled, cringing as he rubbed his knee.
"What…?" Elias tried to feign he had been asleep. "Eveythin' okay Hodge?"
"Yeah I think it was just--" the noise started again and Hodgins' eyes scanned the dark room. "It's my minifridge. Dumb thing does this all the time. Go back to sleep, baby."
"O-okay…" Elias swallowed. He felt vulnerable.
"Actually? Do you mind if I get into bed? The couch isn't as comfy as it normally is." Hodgins was not going to admit he felt on edge.
"Oh. Not at all," Elias blinked in his direction, as Hodgins climbed in.
"I'll make sure to stay away. Leave enough room to not encroach on your manly space." Elias snickered.
"Hodgepodge," he cooed, "I've shared a bed with another man. You're fine."
Hodgins let out a small breathy laugh as he wiggled, getting comfortable. Elias still felt on edge. Hodgins' house was so big. And dark. He was used to darkness but it felt so much scarier right now.
Unintentionally or not, Elias started to wiggle closer to Hodgins, who seemed to be asleep already. Elias stopped a few inches from him, closing his eyes.
He stayed awake for a few minutes, listening to the steady rhythm of breaths from Hodgins. He let it lull him to sleep.
By the time Hodgins began to stretch out, starfishing, Elias was fast asleep curled up small. Hodgins was also asleep, unconsciously taking up more room on the bed.
Hodgins was the first awake, blinking away his drowsiness and the tail end of some weird dream. He started to stretch, going to move as he suddenly stopped.
Elias was still asleep, mouth open slightly, still curled as well. He looked cute, Hodgins thought. He then noticed Elias was laying on him. His head on Hodgins' arm, back to his side.
Hodgins smiled, just watching Elias sleep. This was great. He was doing great! His crush in his bed, asleep, on him? Hodgins stayed as still as he could.
He could have easily pushed Elias off or moved his arm. But he didn't want to. Right now, Hodgins wanted to stay in his bed. Everything else could wait. God knows when he'd get this again.
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