Page 9 of Bear With Me

With a sigh, he pulled back the covers on the outer side of the bed, realizing belatedly that Bjorn was sprawled across the whole thing and even though it was good-sized, a queen, it was no match for the bear. He gave Bjorn’s shoulder a shove. “Move over.”

No response.

Another shove. “Move, dammit.”

Bjorn snorted awake and blinked at him. “Huh?”

“Move over. You’re taking up the whole bed.”

It took a few seconds, but that finally computed in Bjorn’s head. He looked down at where he was sprawled over the bed, then up at Dennis, standing there in his underwear. “Ohhhh,” he said meaningfully.

“Not a chance,” Dennis shot back with a snort of his own. “This is only because we only have one bed. I’m not choosing to sleep with you.”

Bjorn shrugged and shifted over on the bed. “Well, either way, you’re welcome in here.” He held up the blankets enticingly. “C’mon in.”

Muttering darkly, Dennis climbed into the bed, which was still warm - nearly hot - from Bjorn’s body. He resisted the urge to snuggle in and instead curled up on the edge of the mattress. God, he was tired, and this was not how he’d been hoping to sleep tonight. Fuck the fates.

Bjorn made a protesting noise and scooted across the bed until he was pressed up against Dennis’s back, his soft cock nestled against his ass. “Warm,” he mumbled into Dennis’s shoulder.

“I highly doubt that,” Dennis said without opening his eyes. “It’s chilly outside.”

“Mmm. Warm.” And a lightly-furred arm came around his waist.

Dennis considered throwing the arm off. Considered kicking Bjorn. Considered again trying to sleep on the couch. But he was warm now, and the bed was comfortable, and he was just…gonna close his eyes for a second.

***

Dennis crashed to the floor in the dark with a startled yelp. His elbow banged into the corner of the nightstand and he hunched in on himself at the pain. “What the fuck?” Had Bjorn pushed him out of the damn bed? He climbed to his knees, preparing to let the other man have it, but stopped short when he saw a large brown bear sprawled across the bed. The bear’s feet hung off the end of the bed, one paw was laying where Dennis had been until a few seconds ago, and the fanged mouth was open and drooling.

“Well, fuck.” How was he supposed to get back in bed with a bear occupying the whole thing? And hell if he was planning to spend the rest of the night on the floor. He eyed the bed speculatively. It was against the wall on one side and open to the room on the other, the side Dennis had been on. If he could just…

He stood and crawled back onto the bed, then over Bjorn’s furry form, until he was squeezed between bear and wall. Then he gave the bear a hard shove. Snorting but not waking up, Bjorn allowed himself to be moved an inch or two, just enough that Dennis could lay down and still breathe.

He’d take it. He closed his eyes, steadied his breathing, and tried to go back to sleep.

***

The next time Dennis woke up, there was a naked man cuddled up to him with his face in Dennis’s armpit. Bjorn’s leg was curled between Dennis’s, his knee lightly pressing against his balls, and half his considerable weight was pressing Dennis into the bed.

Dennis groaned quietly, unsure whether this was better or worse than being kicked out of bed by a bear. On the one hand, no more bruises. On the other hand, he was sweating and his balls were in danger. He shifted carefully, trying to get out from under Bjorn’s weight, with limited success. Mostly he just succeeded in increasing the pressure on his balls, and that was suboptimal. “Bjorn?” he tried.

Silence.

“Bjorn.”

A low snore that blew against his skin. Goosebumps popped up on his skin.

“Bjorn!” he snapped, slapping the other man’s shoulder.

“Snnwhaa?” Bjorn snorted awake, lifting his head a bare inch. “Mate?”

“Not your mate,” Dennis ground out. “And move.”

“Move? Where?” Bjorn sounded like he was still mostly asleep.

“Off me,” he said through gritted teeth, wedging a hand between their torsos to push at Bjorn. “You’re heavy.”

A moment of silence as Bjorn processed that, and then he shifted back a bit, pulling his leg away from Dennis’s balls but staying within touching distance. “Sorry,” he said quietly. “Though I did warn you I’m a cuddler.”