Not Exactly Bananas In Pyjamas But...
Okay then. So, another three.
Title: Pyjamas (individual titles under cut)
Pairing: Paul/Ian
Word Count: 100 each.
3 Points to Paul because I was just watching him in that Galton & Simpson The Missing Page thing and he looked so utterly adorable in his PJs.
Pyjamas - Pillow
Paul was away. Doing a damn travelogue or something. Six bloody weeks. Ian missed him. Missed Paul’s arms around him, holding him tight. Missed Paul’s obnoxiously loud laugh. Missed him waking up beside him and cuddling him for no reason. Ian crawled over to Paul’s side of the bed and curled up. He looked under Paul’s pillow and pulled out his pyjamas - plain stripes but smelling comfortingly of Paul. He lay down on his partner’s pillow, wishing he was there as well. The phone rang. Ian picked up. “Miss me, short-arse?” Ian grinned and made himself comfortable on the bed.
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Pyjamas - Incentive
“There is not bloody way I’m wearing them, Paul!”
“Oh come on. They’re cute.”
Ian raised an eyebrow and held the cartoon covered PJs out. Paul smiled. “I bought them especially for you.”
“Yeah. Thanks. And you’ll go off in a huff if I don’t wear them?”
“I can give you an incentive.”
“Oh, really?”
Paul walked slowly over to Ian and wrapped his arms around him. He bent down to Ian’s ear and whispered. “If you put them on, I’ll take them off for you.” Ian quickly left the room, pulling his other trousers off as he stumbled out.
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Pyjamas - Frayed
Paul’s T-shirt was old, tatty and frayed. It had faded so the original colour was no longer recognizable and had a large hole on its front. Ian would have to throw it out; Paul couldn’t wear it every bloody night. Paul walked into the bedroom and reached over Ian’s shoulder, taking the shirt off him. Ian held up a hand to stop him. Paul looked at him quizzically. Ian spoke, “Do you need a shirt on?” Paul threw the shirt on the floor melodramatically and Ian laughed, putting a small hand on Paul’s bare chest and motioning towards the bed.