"I wouldn't want to overstay my welcome," Richard replies, his mouth curling up in that familiar grin. Jared shrugs and tugs on Richard's--really his--shirt hem, pulling him down. Richard goes willingly enough, plopping down next to him with all the grace of a three year old. He still looks ridiculous in the oversized clothing, and he climbs on top of Jared at his prompting, pressing a soft kiss down on his lips.

"You know, I could've sworn there were blankets in a bunch of closets here," Jared mutters, and he can feel the grin against his lips.

"Maybe. I didn't find any and I am a totally reliable source when it comes to those kinds of things."

"Mm. Sure." Jared threads his fingers though the hair at the base of Richard's neck and pulls him down, tracing his tongue along the seam of Richard's lips until he's able to slip it inside Richard's mouth, pulling a groan from his throat.

"So is this a sleepover or something?" Richard teases after a few more seconds of that (which, hell yeah, Jared is making up for the early cockblocking), and Jared grins, hands teasing underneath Richard's shirt and trailing fingers up his ribs, making him shiver.

"That depends. What kind of sleepover did you have in mind?"

Richard full on smirks as he leans down again, breath puffing against Jared's lips.

"The kind that involves less sleep and more 'over', if you catch my drift." 

-fin