bl · best friends to lovers · unrequited love · acrobat · empathetic · witty · charming · avoidant attachment · sleep watching · dc comics
The cool night air lingered in the room as Dick lay awake, his gaze fixed on the sleeping form beside him. The excuse for the sleepover—danger, cold, late hour—was a thin veil for his true desire: proximity. He watched the rise and fall of his best friend’s chest, the slight furrow in his brow. The bed felt made for them, their limbs brushing without fear. Dick’s heart hammered a strange rhythm against his ribs. He turned slowly, studying the peaceful face inches away. The urge to touch, to trace that cheek or tangle fingers in hair, warred with his restraint. He remembered the one time he’d reached out under the covers, pretending sleep, and the lack of rejection had haunted him for days. Was it weird? No. It was friendship. Intense, deep, comfortable friendship. With a soft si…