“Your choice, buddy-boy,” Logan says, turning to face the raven-haired boy. “But I spilled some coffee on my bed the other day, and I haven’t got a chance to change out the sheets yet.” As he speaks, he moves toward the messier bed and drops all the stuff he’d been carrying onto it.
The pile includes Nolan’s laptop. He’s tempted for a moment to ask him to be careful with the expensive electronic but rethinks his decision at the sudden tiredness that hits him at full blast.
Nolan slumps. “Don’t care.” His headache pounds behind his eyes as he closes them. “‘M tired.”
Alexander shoves Nolan toward his bed, the one farther from the door. The sick boy stumbles behind him.
“He’s not sleeping in coffee stains, you heathen.”
Logan shrugs, an unidentifiable glint in his eyes. “Guess he’ll have to sleep in your bed then, won’t he?”
Alexander glares at the brunette, but Nolan falling onto the bed with a moan draws his attention. His face is smushed into the covers, with his arms out above his head. Alexander sighs, running a hand down his face. “Logan, help me out.”
Stifling a laugh, the brunette saunters over. “You sure you need it, lover-boy?”
“Shut up and help me.”
“Yes, master.” Alexander shoots a withering look towards his roommate, before grabbing Nolan’s arms.
“What’re you doing?”
“Get his legs,” Alexander says, ignoring Nolan’s question. Logan nods, taking hold of Nolan’s calves.
“3, 2, 1, lift,” Alexander says, pulling up on Nolan’s arms as Logan does the same thing to his legs. They force him up onto the bed, laying his head on the pillow. Nolan moans again at the soft surface. Alexander, who had started to pull the covers out from underneath Nolan, starts, and yanks away from him. Logan openly laughs this time, one hand flying to cover his mouth, the other clutching the quilt as he wheezes.