At some point in a relationship you're supposed to tell him that you love him.
And it's supposed to be really romantic and heartwarming and special.
Except for the tiny little detail that he'd probably be insulted if you used the word 'love' to describe any kind of positive feelings you might have for him, and you don't really go for that romantic crap anyway, and just looking at him warms your heart to the degree where you think it'll start boiling (or frying or whatever an overheated heart might do) if you don't get to touch him.
So even though you are at that point where you're supposed to tell him you love him, should you just keep your mouth shut?
Schuldig didn't know.
Well, he did know that there wouldn't be much point in keeping his mouth shut, since that way he'd probably bite his tongue or at least have to stop nibbling on Farfarello's earlobe. Actually it wasn't as much nibbling on Farfarello's earlobe as it was biting his earrings and breathing in his ear. Along with some touching. Nothing major, just having his arms around Farfarello's waist and lying really close to him with no clothes on.
It wasn't foreplay. They'd just had sex.
Most of the time Schuldig would pretty much roll over to his side of the bed and fall asleep afterwards. Maybe it wasn't really his side of the bed, since all of the bed was Farfarello's (Schuldig's bed was bigger, but he didn't have soundproof walls), but it was the side of the bed that he'd claimed, and Farfarello wasn't about to have anyone else sleeping in that bed anyway, so from now on it was to be referred to as Schuldig's side of the bed. It felt really nice to have a 'side of the bed'. But he'd normally use it for sleeping.
Now he wasn't sleeping. He was cuddling. With Farfarello.
Neither of them was too big on post-sex cuddling. They both needed their space. And their sleep.
But now they were cuddling, and Schuldig was somehow wondering if he shouldn't tell Farfarello that he loved him. He didn't necessarily have to use the word 'love'. Farfarello might find that somewhat offensive. After all, love doesn't exactly hurt God. Rather the opposite.
So, if "I love you" doesn't quite cut it, what do you say instead? "I need you"? "You're the best fucking thing that's ever happened to me"? "Hey, guess what, I'll still be here in the morning, and I won't even feel the tiniest little pull to get my stuff and get out of here the second you fall asleep"? "I want to wake up next to you every morning for the rest of my life"?
Schuldig moved away from Farfarello's ear and took a deep breath. Not a really deep breath, just enough not to choke on whatever words were about to jump out of his mouth. He wasn't completely sure which words that would be. And now he was nervous. He'd fuck the man and sleep beside him all night and spend every waking moment with him, but he couldn't tell him how he felt. Pathetic.
So he decided to stop feeling nervous and just go with the first thing that crossed his mind.
"You're warm."
Well, at least it felt a bit like "I love you".
Farfarello smiled and pulled Schuldig's body closer. No one had ever said anything like that to him before.
"You too."