Egotron sleepover pt 2 *request*

The sun shone brightly through the grey curtains of the dusky room. The walls were a dark navy blue, with posters of video game characters scattered throughout. The floor’s carpet was a dark brown with small patches of blue cloth stitched in the carpet pattern.
“Arin; Are you awake?” Jon whispered, sitting up from his slumber position. A male wearing black sleepwear, and with a soft golden highlight in his light brown long hair, shifted slightly. Jon giggled as he watched Arin just nuzzle back into his pillow, not bothering to even open his eyes. “Arin~ Wake up! We need to study for Mrs. Conner’s Atom model test!” Jon cooed, shaking his friend.
Jon was aware that Arin was basically a punk rock styled boy, and preferred to be a rebel at all things. Knowing this, Jon could tell Arin was probably already awake, but just faking sleep. The chubbier boy’s shirt stretched as he shuffled out of the covers, and into the crisp atmosphere of Arin’s room. His feet landed on the floor with a soft thud, and he slowly began to make his way to the other side of the bed. Once Jon had reached his destination, he yawned once more. Sleepovers weren’t very fun when your best friend was still too lazy to awake from the comfort of the bed. “Arin Hanson! Wake up or I will crawl back in the bed, and cuddle you until you reason with me!” Jon threatened in a joking tone. Hearing this, Arin woke up, and shared a quick moment of eye contact with his friend.
“Are you awake?” Jon whispered.
Arin groaned, and shifted in the bed, “I’d like to be asleep.”
“Well, get up anyway. If you don’t study for this test, you’ll fail Science!” Jon warned, “And doesn’t Mr. Whitt have an essay rough draft due Tuesday? Four hundred words for WV Writes?” He reminded. “School is a Sunday worry.” Arin mumbled into his pillow.
“No, school is a worry for all days that end in Y!” Jon shot back, picking up a Link plush, and bopping Arin across the head with it.
“Dude, don’t you ever relax? You take almost every book of every class home, and check your homework essays to make sure you dotted every ‘i’.” Arin said, rolling his eyes.
“You should do that to! Don’t you want a good future?!” Jon said, sitting the link doll down next to the triforce plush shield pillow. “Jon, I’m gifted with the skill of animating; I don’t think I need to know any Science.” Arin said, “Plus I’m not a nerd like you, so just… shut up.” He then stretched, and took a deep breath.
“What about how large you make your panels? You’ll need to know integers, right?” Jon asked, climbing on all fours, over Arin, to get back to his side of the twin sized bed. “I free draw my panels, and I’m sure no one will be as OCD as you to notice that they’re all a different measure.” The punk grunted as Jon’s knee hit his stomach as he climbed over.

Jon mocked Arin, and then tugged at the covers; suddenly remembering what happened last night, and he assumed that a bit of black mail was in order, “Arin, get up and study with me or I’ll tell the whole school that you kissed me last night.”
Arin paused, “What?” He muttered, sitting up with a smirk, “I thought you were better than that.”
The chubbier male got immediately guilt tripped, “I know! I’m sorry!” He whimpered, grabbing his bird plushie and nuzzling it, the green and blue fuzz feeling soft against his face.
“Dude, I was just joking. I don’t care if you tell anyone.” Arin chuckled, rubbing his hand softly against Jon’s leg, “But if you do tell them, I’ll make sure to add to the story that you enjoyed every second of it.”
Jon shuddered, and scooted back shyly, “B-But, we’ll get picked on, right?”
Arin gave Jon that familiar, ‘did you really just ask that question’ look, “Jon, I get picked on 24/7 anyway.”
Jon remembered, and looked at the bed sheets sadly, “Maybe if you didn’t dress like a transvestite you wouldn’t get picked on so much.” He said gently.
Arin looked triggered by that statement, “What did you just say?”
“Well; you wear eye liner and skinny jeans! And bracelets that are all colorful… ” Jon stammered, flinching, “And you also paint your nails black sometimes…”
Arin groaned, and lay back down, pulling the covers over his head, “I could go on forever on how many reasons you get picked on.”
Jon looked hurt, and crawled back under the covers with Arin, “… I’m not that nerdy.”
Arin immediately pulled Jon into a cuddle hug, “Yah you are.”
Jon huffed, and did a little pouty expression, adding a little whimper for emphasis.
They both rested for a moment, sharing a comfortable heat. Jon’s eyes half lidded, but immediately flung open when he felt Arin rubbing his leg against his.
Jon whimpered, and scooted back some more, nearly falling off the bed.  Arin watched Jon’s adorable struggle to scoot away, and chuckled.
“Why were you trying to rub your leg against mine?” Jon whined.
Arin just replied by repeating the action, but this time holding Jon still.
“Arin stop it, or else!” Jon whimpered.
“Or else what?”
“Or else… I’ll… I’ll… I’ll punch your pillow until it has a weird deformed shape!”
“That’s adorable.” Arin replied.
“No it’s not! Deformed pillows can cause various back pains ranging from-‘’
Jon didn’t get to finish his sentence before Arin kissed him softly on the cheek.
Jon’s eyes shot open and he blushed darkly, just paralyzed in shock.
“I’m going back to sleep, Jon.” Arin chuckled, rolling over so his back was facing Jon.
Meanwhile, Jon was still wide eyed, and deciding that being kissed twice, one last night and one this morning, by Arin wasn’t so bad.
He sadly looked over at Arin, and felt the need to cuddle him, feeling all warm and fuzzy inside. This wasn’t a feeling that you could have while studying. He decided that it would be an excuse for not being able to focus.
He curled up against Arin, and rested his head on Arin’s shoulder, “… We can just study later…” He whispered.
Arin just smiled, and then closed his eyes, slowly drifting back to sleep.