a little bird

<div align=center>The hour was ungodly, it had't even struck 6AM yet but William was practically buzzing. How old was Gabriel? He wasn't sure - twenty four he thought, William frowned a little. That was so old, he almost felt like their relationship was awfully taboo for a moment, his brow furrowed even further when he recalled that he had most certainly been a minor when he'd lost it to the Latino.

With a shrug, he shool the feeling off. Sixteen was the legal age for sex in England, and so he supposed all in all it was alright, wasn't it. It wasn't actually very clear how he'd ended up inside Gabe's dorm, he certainly didn't have a key, did he? He hadn't slept there over night but now here he was, creeping steadily over to the bed. Creepy. That was a good word to describe William, really. Not using the term 'creepy' to describe him as a sexual predator - since he rarely ever looked for sex - but as in genuinely creepy. That shark-like grin and that fluent way he was able to get around, not even a squeak from the floorboards underneath the carpet rose up. Scrambling up onto the mattress, he crawled up so he was staddling the older man, dropping his head so their faces were but an inch apart. "Gabriel wake up you're really old today." He hissed, voice low, menacing.</div>

<div align=center>Staring wide-eyed at his boyfriend, the age gap between them wasn't really that big. Six years, that was all. Bill could think of more but he didn't care to at the moment. He didn't speak, however, rather just managed to get himself just that little bit closer, eyes widening and smile doing the same. It was probably enough to make even the bravest of men feel a little bit uncomfortable, sure, William was pretty cute - but overall, not really. It took a while of being in contact with him to really realize that, but it was endearing that he'd attached himself to someone, at least.

What time is it? Sitting bolt upright again, William's eyes flickered to squint at his watch in the darkness of the room. He was fully dressed, of course, and there was a wild sort of look in his eye that suggested he probably hadn't slept at all the night before. Then again, when did Bill ever sleep recently? "I don't know." He chirped, shifting on Gabe's hips and glancing over to the alarm clock flashing next to the bed, "5:05 AM." That wasn't that early, it could have been much worse, realistically. Gabriel was an old man though, William couldn't really blame him for not wanting to get out of bed.

He felt a little guilty, he hadn't really got Gabriel a present, he was completely broke and so he'd decided just to give him the gift of himself instead - not that that was a very exciting gift, either.</div>

<div align=center>"Sleep?" The boy giggled creepily, tilting his head to the side and reaching both hands forward to squish at the man's face. He shook his head - no, he hadn't slept at all. He hadn't slept the night before either, or the night before, thinking about it. He'd drifted in and out of it, but his mind was frequently ticking over time at the moment and sleep wasn't something that came easily to him. William had gone far past the point of feeling tired by now, and was instead feeling absolutely ecstatic instead. He liked birthdays! There was no cake, and that's all William really cared about, but the vibe was good, wasn't it?

He of course hadn't picked up the irritated tone in Gabriel's voice, he usually would have backed off at that point, but in the state he was in, Bill really didn't care. Deciding to make things even more difficult and scrabbling at the blankets to worm his way underneath them to curl up next to his boyfriend, he became terribly aware of how little space there was in this bed. He'd never really thought about it before, but he practically had to sleep on top of Gabe when he stayed here - which of course he didn't really mind, but he probably couldn't say the same for his boyfriend. "Move over, you old man, I'm cold."</div>

<div align=center>Giggling softly and pressing his icy hands to the boy's stomach, William nestled just that little bit closer and dropped his chin to his shoulder. "Hm?" It took the boy a second or two to think about it, rolling over onto his back and taking up even more space. "Not since... Maybe Wednesday." It was Saturday now, and that probably wasn't very healthy. He'd slept a little of course, but he was running on fumes by now and of course that probably wasn't good for his mental state. Then again William's mental state was really quite fragile nowadays. Gabriel was getting irritated with him, but this only drove William to be even more annoying.

Pressing his hands back to the man's stomach, William nestled close again and squirmed in his spot. Despite the earliness of the hour, William couldn't have been more awake than he was right now. He was practically buzzing and he couldn't understand why Gabe was so grumpy. "I didn't get you anything because I'm poor." He chirped, matter of factly, and apparently deciding that he was beginning to feel uncomfortable bundled up in the clothes he'd had on for the past few days. Struggling out of his sweater, Bill's shirt went next followed by those oh-so-tight skinny jeans that managed to take his undies with them. It was probably for the best, however, and it was probably more hygienic for him to be curled up here naked rather than a set of unwashed clothes that had been tossed unceremoniously onto the carpet next to the bed. Judging by the state of his hair, he probably hadn't showered in a little while either, although the scent that was probably most heavily prominent right now was the smell of spearmint, suggesting that he'd at least not forgotten his oral hygiene. "I'm so cold."</div>

<div align=center>"What's wrong with Wednesday?" William answered, pushing himself up a short way and tilting his head to the side. He didn't really understand why that was so bad, he'd slept a little, and besides, he thought that people had stayed awake for much longer than he had. Shaking the thought from his head, Bill settled down on his back again and let out a long, drawn out sigh. He didn't want to sleep, and he should probably have had a wash by now but he was far too preoccupied to even think about that. The scent emanating from him wasn't exactly unpleasant, he just smelled like William, though perhaps a downside lot more intense than it usually was, though perhaps with the faint smell of sweat mixed into it.

Bill will you please stay still? "Oh but I'm so awake." He groaned, shifting yet again and pushing himself upright. "Aren't you excited? Though I suppose it isn't a very exciting birthday, is it?" Gabe was already legal to do more or less everything, wasn't he? William forgot that more often than not. He shook his head when a shower was mentioned, "I don't feel like that. I don't want to do that. I'm very busy." Though he wasn't really busy, not at all.</div>