Sleep Talker: Penraser (slight nsfw)

                                    

                                          
Pen and Eraser cuddle together every night, insisting it's totally not gay. But one night, Pen starts sleep-talking about Eraser, saying some... very questionable things.
(Author note: I pulled an all nigher to write this, my eyes BURN! anyways enjoy.)
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During the off days of TPOT, Pen and Eraser were practically inseparable. They spent most of their time together-hanging out, playing games, pulling off tricks. Ever since the split, they had to stick together! With them being on different teams now, Pen made sure they hung out every chance they got outside of competition. He'd been especially clingy since the team change, always wanting to be around Eraser. Even when it was time to wind down and sleep, Pen would ask to crash in Eraser's room. 
Of course, Eraser never said no-his bro just wanted company, and who was he to deny that? At first, Eraser thought they'd just chill in separate beds, maybe chat a little before knocking out. And yeah, they did that... once or twice. But then one night, as Eraser was about to fall asleep in his own bed, Pen asked him something new. Could they cuddle? Just for one night, he claimed. He was cold and needed warmth.
How could Eraser say no? He pulled back the blankets and invited Pen under the covers. Wrapping his arm around Pen, he pulled him close, and they both slept soundly that night. And the next night. And the one after that. It became routine-they were cuddle bros now, snuggling up together every night. It was nice. Not gay, though! No way! Best friends can cuddle, right?
It was another quiet night. The sun had just set, and all the remaining TPOT contestants were settling into their rooms for the night. Outside, Pen, Eraser, and Snowball were still chatting, discussing strategies for the competition. Pen was growing tired, struggling to keep his eyes open. He let out a small yawn, leaning against the hotel wall, his eyelids feeling heavy. For a moment, he closed them, letting the sounds of his friends' voices blur together-until Eraser snapped his fingers.
"Yo, Pen, you should get to bed." Eraser chuckled softly.
Pen blinked, yawning as he pushed off the wall and rubbed his eyes. He hadn't even realised he was dozing off. 
"Oh yeah, you coming?" Pen asked, stifling another yawn.
"I'll be up soon, okay? Just go ahead and get comfy." Eraser smiled, the kind of smile he rarely gave-except for Pen, his bro, his favourite person in the world.
Pen returned the smile, though his eyes were half-closed with exhaustion. "Alright, I'll keep the bed warm for you." He gave Eraser's shoulder a light tap before heading inside the hotel.
Snowball watched Pen leave, blinking in surprise. Once Pen had fully disappeared, Snowball turned back to Eraser. 
"You two share a bed?" Snowball raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms.
Eraser frowned, not quite understanding the fuss. Sure, maybe it seemed a little weird on the surface, but it wasn't actually weird... unless someone made it weird. It's not like they were doing anything odd, just cuddling.
"What?" Eraser asked, though he had heard the question clearly-he just didn't see the issue.
"Isn't that... you know, kinda gay?" Snowball asked, his eyebrow still raised.
"Bro." Eraser crossed his arms, shaking his head. "Just because two dudes sleep together doesn't mean they're gay."
"Dude, that's literally the definition of gay," Snowball pointed out. "How long have you two been doing this?"
"I dunno, a few weeks, maybe? It's really not a big deal..." Eraser rolled his eyes, glancing away. "Pen was cold one night and asked if-"
"So Pen started it?" Snowball smirked, leaning in. "Maybe he likes you."