Aww thank you! I’m always happy to see your wonderful art on my dash – you and I share a mutual love of Swap Papy. I went with 24 for this one (even though I actually got another request for it as well) because damn, I’m a sucker for sleepy cuddles as well. I honestly might come back and do the other ones another time though because I can see them being really cute for this pair as well!

Anyway, I’ll stop rambling. I hope you enjoy this!

Warning for mild sexual content and really bad puns.

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The cab driver seemed more than
grateful to see Sans and Stretch go as they clambered from the vehicle. Stretch
was fairly certain the third “cab we please pull over? i gotta hit the can,”
had been the tipping point, but in truth, he’d seemed pretty miffed with them
from the start.

“heh, think we might have driven
him a little crazy,” Sans said, chuckling as they approached the large hotel
doors.

“yeah,” Stretch agreed, grinning.
“we might wanna steer clear of that guy for a while.”

Sans returned his smile, shoving
his hands into the pockets of his dirty jacket as they entered the hotel’s
lobby. Stretch had to admit, he felt a little out of place in the extravagant
hall, wearing nothing but his usual hoodie, shorts and sneakers. A small glance
at Sans told him that the shorter skeleton didn’t seem to share his anxieties,
a relaxed grin on his face. Almost as if he could sense Stretch’s apprehension,
Sans looked up, shaking his head. “bit over the top, isn’t it?”

Stretch smirked, cocking a brow
bone. “everything’s over the top for you though, isn’t it? hehe.”

Sans regarded him for a moment,
his grin turning dark as his eye-lights shrunk. “hey, i love you man, but a
short joke? low blow.”

Stretch tried to pass of the
small noise of surprise that escaped him as a laugh, quickly looking away to
conceal the faint tinge of magic in his cheekbones. Sans had meant that in a… friendly way, of course. Friends could
love each other. That’s definitely what he’d meant. Stretch tried not to feel
disappointed at the thought.

It was only once they’d collected
their key from reception, and were standing outside their room that Stretch
began to feel nervous. The clerk had informed them that they wouldn’t be able
to check into the second room until their brothers arrived, since it was under
Papyrus’ name. Which meant that Stretch would be sharing a room with Sans for
the night. Which was fine—of course. There was no reason to feel uncomfortable
about sharing a room with your… friend.

When the door swung open however,
Stretch felt his soul go cold.

“ah,” Sans said, casting a glance
over the room, “there seems to be only one bed.”

Stretch swallowed, nodding
stiffly as he hurriedly entered the room, making sure Sans couldn’t see his
face, lest he notice the heated magic on his cheekbones. “right, um… that’s
fine,” Stretch said, dropping his bag onto the large armchair. “i’ll just take
the floor.”

He almost jumped as he felt Sans
placing a hand on his shoulder, chuckling as he gave it a reassuring pat.
“hehe, don’t be ridiculous dude. it’s a big enough bed, we can share.”

Stretch’s soul flipped in his
chest, and he felt a little too stunned to brush Sans’ hand away. “oh, but—”

“nothing wrong with two pals
sharing a bed. promise to keep my hands to myself.” Sans winked, and Stretch
felt certain his cheeks must be alight with how hot he suddenly felt.

Still, he did his best not to let
his embarrassment show, nodding quickly and swallowing against the magic that
threatened to take shape in his mouth. “uh. yeah. right. obviously.” The words
felt stiff, and he cleared his throat, giving a shaky laugh. “i’ll try not to
rib anything up against you either.”

Sans was silent for a moment, and
Stretch suddenly feared he’d crossed a line. But to his relief, the skeleton
simply chuckled, clapping him gently on the back. “yeah. i’ll try not to get
under your skin.” He leaned in, and Stretch drew in a sharp breath as Sans’
hand brushed against his hip in a way that couldn’t
be accidental. A sly grin crossed the shorter skeleton’s face, and he
chuckled softly before adding, “or your pants,” under his breath. Stretch remained
utterly still for a moment, not daring to look away as Sans held his gaze, his
eye-lights flickering slightly. Then, with a chuckle, Sans turned away, shoving
his hands back in his pockets and unpacking his bag.

Stretch was already certain he
wouldn’t survive the night.

A few hours later—and after much
procrastination on Stretch’s part—he climbed into bed beside Sans, who glanced
up at him. “heya bud, how was the shower?”

“cold,” Stretch said stiffly,
neglecting to mention that he’d kept the temperature low deliberately. It
hadn’t helped much, heated magic still flickering through him steadily.

“sorry to hear that,” Sans said,
and Stretch had to resist flinching as he shuffled closer. “i cold warm up those bones for you, if you
like?”

Stretch blinked in shock, staring
at Sans. It took him a moment to realise that he was joking, his casual grin
not faltering as he waited for Stretch to catch on. Trying to regather his
wits, Stretch laughed, shaking his head. “nah, don’t sweat it.” He looked away,
quickly switching off the light beside the bed in an attempt to hide his blush.
“uh, night.”

He could still feel Sans’ gaze on
him, pale eye-lights almost visible in the darkness. After what felt like an
eternity to Stretch’s racing soul, Sans shifted under the covers, turning away.
“heh, yeah. night, bud.” After only a few minutes of silence, Sans’ breaths
deepened, the only sound interrupting the quiet of their room. Stretch soon
followed suit, though his slumber was restless, his magic still refusing to
settle.

He wasn’t sure how long he’d been
in his semi-conscious state when he felt Sans’ arms creeping around his waist,
but he immediately snapped awake, tensing as Sans shifted to press against his
back. He felt frozen as Sans nuzzled against his neck, his soft breaths light
against Stretch’s vertebrae. “s-sans,” Stretch whispered. “sans, wake up, you—”

“mm, ‘m awake, pal.”

Stretch tensed, his soul
stuttering against his ribcage in muted shock. If Sans was awake then… there
was no way this was an accident. Magic flooded his mouth, and no matter how
hard he tried, he couldn’t dispel it, excitement buzzing through him. Sans hummed,
tightening his arms as his fingers began to trail gently over Stretch’s ribs.
“’s alright, buddy. nothing weird about two friends cuddling, yeah? just… heh, cuddle’nt resist.”

Stretch was too awestruck to
respond to the pun. As much as he wanted to, he couldn’t relax into Sans’ arms.
His anxiety must have translated through the stiff set of his shoulders,
because Sans immediately halted his ministrations, drawing away slightly. “hey,
sorry man—you want me to stop?” Stretch tried to respond, but he couldn’t seem
to find his words. He must have been silent for a beat too long, because Sans
quickly pulled away, muttering a curse under his breath. “ah, shit—i’m sorry,
stretch, i uh… i shouldn’t’ve done that. i was just being an idiot, i—”

“n-no, sans…” Stretch turned over
to face Sans, whose usual grin was missing from his face, his cheekbones tinged
in slight embarrassment. “it’s… fine.” He smiled, feeling own his cheeks
turning a pale shade of gold as he shuffled slightly closer. “i… i don’t mind
if you wanna cuddle. you know—a-as friends.” Stretch had to force himself to
tack on the last bit, wishing he didn’t have to.

Still, he was grateful to see the
relief that crossed Sans’ features, the grin returning to his face. He shifted
forward, still seeming hesitant as he reached an arm out to loop around
Stretch. “you sure? i wasn’t trying to pressure you or anything, i just—”

“yeah,” Stretch said quickly,
grinning. “i’m pressure.”

Sans’ eye-lights brightened, and
he released a low chuckle as he pulled Stretch against him, resting his head on
his shoulder. “heh. you’re way too cool, stretch.”

Stretch’s soul glowed, and he
buried his face in the nape of Sans’ neck, unable to hide his own broad grin.
Sans’ sturdy arms felt warm around him, and Stretch suddenly found it easy to
relax, his eyes falling closed. They stayed like that for a few minutes, Sans
smoothing his hands down Stretch’s spine, until suddenly, he said, “hey
stretch. do friends ever, uh… kiss each other?”

Stretch stilled for a moment, and
he felt Sans do the same, clearly nervously anticipating Stretch’s answer. Once
again, Stretch found himself smiling, a small laugh building in his chest.
“heh, well… why don’t we find out?” He drew away slightly to meet Sans’ gaze, a
deep cyan blush colouring the other monster’s cheekbones.

Sans leaned forward, hesitating
for only a moment as he looked Stretch in the eye, as if searching for any sign
of reluctance. Finding none, he pressed forward, their mouths connecting in a
soft kiss. Stretch’s breath hitched, and he grazed his fingers over the back of
Sans’ neck, sighing at the feeling of Sans’ tongue swiping across his teeth.
The second he opened his mouth, Sans’ magic glided over his own, the sensation
sending tingles through him.

He drew away for a moment to gasp
as Sans’ fingers curled around his iliac crest, rubbing slow circles over the
smooth bone. Stretch kissed him again, a small noise of contentment escaping
him as Sans hooked a finger beneath the waistband of his pants. He wrapped one
his legs around Sans’ waist, trying to create more friction between them. It
was only when Sans’ hand dipped just a little too far down Stretch’s ilium that
he drew away abruptly. “uh, i think—as friends—maybe we should… slow down?” he
suggested, grinning as he caught his breath.

Sans immediately withdrew,
nodding and running a hand over the back of his skull. “uh. shit, you’re right,
yeah. don’t want this friendship to
sail too fast, huh?”

Stretch grinned, shaking his
head. “nah, but…” He leaned forward, pressing a light kiss to Sans’ cheek. “i
can’t wait to sea where it goes.”