Andrew didn't remember going to sleep, but when he woke up the next morning, he felt refreshed, even if his throat hurt. When he glanced over, he found Maxwell wrapped around him, his face buried in his chest.
They were dressed for bed, but Andrew couldn't remember getting dressed. His face warmed as he realised how much Maxwell had taken care of him. He wanted to apologise, wanted to make it better, but when Andrew attempted to get up, Maxwell's grip on him tightened.
"Oh no you don't." Maxwell grumbled, his voice deep with sleep. "You are staying as my body pillow until I say so." Maxwell wasn't taking no for an answer, so Andrew laid there, letting the man hold him. Andrew felt his lips curl up though as he wrapped his arms tighter around the smaller man.
"Yessir." He told him and received a warning bite on his pec before Maxwell snuggled in deeper.
Andrew went in and out of sleep after that until finally, Maxwell woke up and decided it was time to get up.
