Sitting Is The New Smoking

by ArcSilverfishTheBugWriter

Summary:

Annabelle danced to the music playing on the overhead speakers as she walked through the store towards the office chairs section of the store, ignoring the strange looks she was getting. She was on a new mission for the Web. And this one? It was simple. She reached into her pocket and gave another look to the flyer.
“Sitting Is The New Smoking.”
Yep. Simple.

Notes:

What if Annabelle Cane had taken "Sitting Is The New Smoking" literally?
Things would have gone a lot differently.

Chapter 1: A New Chair

Annabelle danced to the music playing on the overhead speakers as she walked through the store towards the office chairs section of the store, ignoring the strange looks she was getting. She was on a new mission for the Web. And this one? It was simple. She reached into her pocket and gave another look to the flyer.
“Sitting Is The New Smoking.”
Yep. Simple.

Breekon and Hope shrugged as she rolled her newly purchased acquisition over to their truck and they loaded it in. “We’ll make sure this gets to him.”

“Thank you.” Annabelle gave a little wave then skipped off to the bus stop, her skirt gently swishing in the breeze and, to the astute observer, shedding spiders wherever she walked.
…

“You’ve got a package.”

“Hmm?” Jon looked up from his work. “Is that…?”

Martin shrugged. “It’s an office chair, yah.”

“Strange.” Jon stood up and walked over, hesitantly inspecting it. “Is there… anything… strange about it?”

“Not that I noticed. It just looks like a regular chair to me.”

“Hmm. I wonder why Elias would have ordered me a new chair?”

“Beats me. But I don’t even think it’s from Elias - it was delivered by a couple drivers along with some creepy spiderweb table.”

Jon nodded, still somewhat distracted by the chair. “Do you think… do you think it’s one of the ones that swivels?” He sat down and gave it a slight twist, laughing with delight as it spun around in a circle. “Whee!”

Martin raised an eyebrow and tried to hide his grin behind a hand with a fake yawn. “Don’t they all swivel, Jon?”

Jon looked at him, somewhat affronted.

“Uh, sorry sorry. Carry on.”

“Thank you.” Jon spun around in his chair again. “Whee!”

Chapter 2: Webby PJs (So Soft!)

Summary:

Jon's enjoying his new chair and starts sleeping at the office. He also found some new super soft pjs inside the cushion

Notes:

The JMart Fluff begins
Is it manipulated by the Web? I mean... muhahahahaaha
But that doesn't mean it isn't fluffy

Jon was enjoying his new chair. So much in fact that he had started sleeping in it instead of going home at night. 

“That doesn’t look very comfortable.” Elias raised an eyebrow. 

Jon sighed and pulled his legs up into the chair. “It’s perfectly fine.” Then, without looking up at Elias, he grabbed a statement off the desk and leaned back with a click of his tape recorder and began to read it aloud. 

Elias found that somewhat passive aggressive but whatever. He liked how Jon was now working sixteen hour days reading statements. Truth be told, Jon didn’t want to leave his chair and he got bored just sitting there or scrolling on his phone so he read statements simply because it was something to do. It didn’t even exhaust him as much as it used to - when he needed a nap he simply took one in his chair. He was steadily becoming a chair potato. 

Several hours later, Martin walked past him on his way to the back room, raising an eyebrow. “Pulling an all-nighter again?” 

Jon nodded, distracted. He had been busy fantasizing about getting a second chair - then he could stretch out more. That would be nice. 

Martin stopped walking and turned to face him. “You’d better not work too hard.” 

Jon sat up from his lounging position with effort, cocking his head to one side in mild bewilderment. “Does it look like I’m working?” 

Martin took a closer look at the man sitting there in his pajamas and fuzzy socks, covered in a fuzzy throw with no statements anywhere near him. Okay maybe not. This also wasn’t much like him. “Um, Jon? Is there a reason you’re… in your pjs?” 

“Coziness.” Jon nodded as if he’d just stated something incredibly deep. 

Martin was a tad bit concerned. “Um… ookay. Just let me know if you need anything.” 

Jon nodded, once again distracted by thoughts of his comfy chair. Ah, he loved this chair. It was so plush and soft. He didn’t even realize he was nuzzling up against it with his chin like a cat until he heard Martin’s snickering. “... Oh. I… uh…” Jon stopped what he’d been doing and sat up in as dignified a manner as he could muster. “It was… important Archival business.” 

“Of course.” Martin tried to hide his grin behind his hand but it was too obvious. 

“Hmm.” Jon eyed Martin with a dubious expression. “You don’t believe me, do you?”

“N-no, I… I definitely believe you.” Martin hurried out of the room before bursting into laughter in the hallway. Jon made an angry sound and Martin laughed all the harder, falling to his knees and gasping. 

Jon stepped out into the hall, his arms crossed and a stern expression on his face. “When you are quite done, I’d appreciate it if you could get back to work.” 

Martin only laughed harder, throwing Jon an incredulous look. “Jon, it’s ten o’ clock at night!” 

Jon continued to glare. 

“Also, no offense, but it is impossible to take you seriously in those fuzzy socks and kitten pjs.” Martin fell over on his back in hysterics. 

Jon sighed. He’d been concerned this might happen. He stalked back to his office and locked the door for a few minutes, emerging shortly after in a new set of what he hoped were far more intimidating pjs. They were not. 

Martin had finally been able to get ahold of himself and stop laughing and was slowly getting his breathing back to normal. Then he took one look at Jon’s new ‘scary’ pjs - they were simply some novelty Halloween ones with spiders with big eyes on them - and fell backwards with a shriek of laughter. 

The PJ print

“These are terrifying, thank you very much!” And they were - he couldn’t look down at the spiders without shuddering just a bit with fear. But he’d found them tucked in the cushion of the chair and when he’d gone to throw them out he’d found them so absolutely soft and fuzzy. They were also, admittedly, more intimidating than his personal kitten ones so he’d kept them around for menacing annoying Archival Assistants should the need ever arise. And they were even his preferred pj size - a size too large for extra snug coziness. It was really quite convenient. 

Unfortunately he had forgotten that Martin quite liked spiders so it didn’t exactly have the desired impact. He grumbled and sat down on the floor. He was too tired and old for this. 

Martin stopped laughing after a couple minutes and sat up, looking over at Jon with amusement sparkling in his eyes. “I like your pjs.” 

Jon rolled his eyes in annoyance. Of course he did. 

Martin eyed them for a few more seconds before hesitantly voicing a question. “Um… I know this is weird but they look sooo soft…” 

Jon sighed. “Yes, you may pet the fuzzy pjs.” He himself hadn’t been able to resist the first day he’d found them and that was with them being covered in terrifying spiders. He had eventually grown weary of the jump-scares and panic attacks and had turned the lights off so he couldn’t see them - that had helped. 

Martin reached out a hesitant hand and barely brushed the sleeve, his eyes growing wide. “Oh my word that is soft!” 

Jon agreed. “They really are, aren’t they?” 

Martin unconsciously scooched over closer to Jon, petting the pjs with an awed expression. “I don’t think I’ve ever touched something this absolutely wonderful.” Jon leaned into it - goodness it felt so nice wherever Martin’s hands petted. He didn’t realize what he was doing and soon was leaning completely back into Martin, his eyes closed, making pleasurable squeaky sounds. Soon the motion-activated lights in the hallway and office clicked off on the two snoring Archive staff lying snugly wrapped in each other's arms in the hall.

Chapter 3: Snuggle Buddies

Summary:

Sasha finds Jon and Martin sleeping in the hallway together and she and Tim help them set up in the backroom of the Archives, assuming them to be sleep deprived. Jon and Martin receive another package.

Notes:

Trigger Warnings
Jon takes his shirt off, lots of close cuddling and snuggling, worms

JMart fluff continues

Jon and Martin woke up the next morning to the light flipping on and the sound of footsteps as Sasha walked into the hall. 

“Oh!” 

Jon opened his eyes, for a moment confused as to where he was. He was warm and comfortable, more so than he usually was when he woke up. Then he saw Martin sit up, blushing furiously, next to him. Oh. 

“Hi, Sasha.” Jon sat up and dusted himself off, trying to look as professional as possible. 

“Hi Jon, Martin.” Sasha was rather shocked and seemingly trying to hold back chuckles. “Nice to see you got here so early.” 

“I’m dedicated to the role.” Jon was deadpan. 

“And… um…” Martin didn’t know where to go with this and only ended up blushing more furiously. 

Jon couldn’t hold back a chuckle at that. Martin was quite an amusing shade of red at this point and for some reason it made him feel… something. No matter. He shakily got to his feet, almost falling over and using Martin as a stabilizing handhold to stay upright. 

“Oof!” 

“Sorry, Martin.” 

Martin did not mind at all. Jon’s sleeves were just long enough that the soft fabric brushed against the top of his shoulder and side of his neck and it felt so nice. Especially with the warmth of Jon’s hand behind it. He leaned into it, closing his eyes pleasurably. Sasha was surprised to see Jon sink to the floor at this, falling over onto Martin with a soft sigh. 

…

Tim and Sasha helped Jon and Martin to the backroom and set them up with plenty of granola bars and water, imagining them to have stayed up all night working and to be rather sleep deprived and dehydrated as well as in need of food. Jon immediately laid back down on the cot, exhausted, and Martin cuddled up next to him. Tim and Sasha stared for a few panicked seconds but to their surprise Jon simply let out a happy sigh and visibly relaxed. Clearly they’d missed something. Sasha shrugged and pulled a blanket over the two of them. It was rather small for the both of them but it’s what they had. 

A few hours later Martin was drinking a cup of tea in the break room, trying to wake himself up. Jon was at his desk reading a statement. Neither had addressed the sleeping arrangements they’d found themselves in but neither seemed uncomfortable about it either. If anything, Martin was pleased to notice that Jon seemed rather more affectionate than before and was way more likely to engage in physical touch with him. Not the others though - just him. When he brought him a bagel, their hands touched and lingered for a couple seconds. Martin raised his eyes to Jon’s in surprise to notice he had his own eyes trained on a statement and didn’t seem to be paying attention. Yet this was very out of the ordinary for him - normally he would immediately notice and shy away from any touch. Instead he seemed to have the faintest hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth and Martin made a mental picture to save for later. 

Jon was surprised a few hours later to see Martin coming into his office with another box. “You received another package.” 

“Huh.” Jon stood up, somewhat confused. “I didn’t order anything.” 

“Maybe another creepy artifact for the storage room?” Martin shrugged and took some scissors off Jon’s desk and set about opening the box. Jon walked over to watch, somewhat intrigued.

“Ooh!” Jon was pleased to see more of that soft fabric that made up his pjs. Martin pulled it out - a second set of pjs in his own size, just in blue, and a matching extra large king sized throw in orange and two smaller individual throws that matched each of their pj sets.

“Wow.” 

Jon tried very hard to remain professional but he could only hold out for a couple seconds before grabbing up the throw and holding it fiercely to himself, nuzzling it with noises of squeaky bliss. It was so soft. Oh goodness. And so big! 

Needless to say, Jon and Martin spent the rest of the workday snuggled up in the throws in the back room, Jon recording a statement and Martin researching on a laptop next to him with noise-canceling headphones on. When he finished the statement, Jon leaned back into the blankets with half-closed eyes and a peaceful sigh. Martin turned to face him with a faint smile.

“I don’t know why but I feel so… peaceful.” Jon spread his arms out, relaxed. 

Martin laid down next to him, gently lifting Jon’s arm up so he wouldn’t smush it and setting it down next to him. Jon gave a contented sigh and closed his eyes completely, smiling faintly as Martin nuzzled in next to him. It was really quite nice. 

The next few weeks passed in much the same way, Jon and Martin spending most their days in the backroom in the throws and Jon stopped going home at night completely after a brief trip to pick up some toiletries and perishables which he brought to the break room fridge. There was space after all. The Magnus Institute conveniently had a shower and there was a laundromat only a few doors down so they really had no need to go anywhere, even spending the time waiting in the laundromat for their clothes to finish washing cuddled up next to each other. They became inseparable. Tim and Sasha found it somewhat confusing but simply shrugged it off as the heady beginnings of a new relationship and left the two to their own devices. After all, it was rather adorable and Jon was in a much better mood these days. Plus Martin really deserved some happiness. 

One night Jon was standing next to his desk re-going over a statement silently to himself - his legs had needed a bit of a stretch - and Martin walked in from his shower with a smirk. “Hi Jon.’

Jon looked up, somewhat annoyed at having been interrupted. "Hmm?” 

Martin walked over, gently taking the statement from his hands to which Jon at first gave a slight growl of displeasure but then changed it to a relaxed sigh when Martin took him in his arms. "It's time for bed Jon.” 

He nodded slowly, feeling himself sink into Martin's soft pjs and warm arms and closed his eyes with a peaceful sigh. 

Martin chuckled. “Come on then, get changed into your night clothes. We can't exactly sleep standing up!" 

Jon made a somewhat annoyed, somewhat amused sound, changed his socks, and begrudgingly began to remove his shirt. 

“Um, Jon…” Martin blushed furiously. "I meant like, I dunno, in the bathroom or something?” Then he shrugged and started for the backroom. If Jon wanted to turn the office into his personal changing room it was his office after all. 

"Martin?”

Martin turned around. "Hmm?”

"I… I'm sorry… I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable…” Jon looked down at the floor, embarrassed. “I wasn't thinking." 

Martin let out a soft chuckle. "Oh, I'm fine, I was just worried about you!” He didn't say the rest which was that he very much wanted to stay and watch but figured that would be rather inappropriate. Jon looked up and met his eyes for a second before Martin tilted his head to one side thoughtfully. “What is it?" 

"... Well…” Jon shrugged. "I'm not exactly sure.” Then he found himself falling into Martin's arms and snuggling in. Martin let out a squeak of pleased surprise and gently ran his hand through Jon's hair to which he made extremely pleased soft whimpers. 

Unconsciously, Martin lifted Jon up into the air and he felt Jon reach his arms and legs around him, holding on and snuggling in, and suddenly they were kissing. 

Neither of them knew how it started but goodness it was nice. Jon hadn't kissed anyone in years since his last breakup and was somewhat out of practice but Martin melted all the same and pulled him closer. This… this is what he'd wanted ever since Jon had listened to him for his Prentiss statement and he couldn't quite believe it was really happening. But it was. Here he was, snuggling and kissing Jon, in his office, alone at night. It couldn't have been any better if he'd written it out. 

He supposed he must have been a bit lightheaded when he fell into a bookshelf with a thump and surprisingly sent it crashing to the ground. He and Jon cried out in surprise and looked down at it in shock. “Uh… oops.”

Jon gave him a look for a couple seconds before bursting out laughing. “Well, it looks like it's about time for some new shelves. These have probably been here since the institute was founded by the looks of them." 

Martin gave a nervous chuckle. "Uh, yah. Probably.” Then Jon was kissing him again and he lost his train of thought. Everything was warm and soft and smelled of Jon, his senses flooded with absolute comfort and his thoughts chased away by incoherent joyous feelings. He wrapped a hand around Jon's head, gently keeping him close and running his fingers through his hair, and kept the other against his back, his fingers relishing the feeling of his soft skin. This was beautiful. 

He was so distracted he failed to notice when Jon shifted his position slightly and as a result the two went toppling off balance and crashing into and through the wall that had just been uncovered by the bookshelf. 

“..  ow." Jon looked up at him with mild annoyance. It was rather difficult as the area they had fallen in was quite dark but he could see Martin's face silhouetted against the well-lit office.

“Sorry, sorry." 

Jon began to laugh nervously. “We are going to be in so much trouble -”

Martin shushed him with a look of sudden panic. 

"What?” Jon was somewhat concerned but he didn't know why. Then he heard the wriggling. 

“OH G!” Martin yanked Jon to his feet and pulled him out the doorway as a torrent of worms gave chase. 

Chapter 4: Worm Weaver

Summary:

Jane Prentiss and her worms attack Jon and Martin. An unexpected ally comes to their rescue

Notes:

Trigger Warnings
Canon typical worms, panic, blood and injury

“AHHHHHHHH!”

Martin pulled Jon along through the halls, Jon having a difficult time keeping up as he was wearing fuzzy socks. Regrettable. He kept slipping and eventually face-planted, pulling Martin roughly to his knees beside him with a painful thud.

“JON!”

Jon groaned from the ground then screamed as the torrent of worms caught up to him, burying him in a sea of wriggling forms.

“Can you hear their song?” Jane Prentiss came waltzing over with her arms outspread, looking for all the world like some ethereal forest being if not for the worm-filled holes all over her body. They rather detracted from the image.

Martin was sobbing. “JON!” He eventually managed to wrench him up and took off running, dragging the unconscious, bleeding form behind him by his arms. The fuzzy socks proved useful for this at least. They had to escape, somehow, and he had to get these worms out of Jon. But how???

“Quick, in here!” He looked up at a sudden voice and saw a figure he didn’t recognize wearing a quite pretty old-fashioned dress with a spider-web design.

“What?!? Who are- RUN!”

Annabelle rolled her eyes. “Come on unless you want to die, I know about the worms, obviously. I know a safe place to hide.”

Martin followed without question as she led him into what he had thought had been a wall but was in reality a hidden door covering a room filled wall-to-wall with fire extinguishers and cobwebs. She quickly closed the door behind them and helped Martin lay Jon out to survey the damage and remove the worms. She gave a quick nod and stood up, picking up a fire extinguisher, and aimed it at him, beginning to spray the contents on the worms. “Martin, help. We have to kill the things.”

Martin anxiously grabbed a fire extinguisher and began spraying Jon with it as well. When they were both quite certain all the worms were dead Martin looked about for a way to remove the worms. Annabelle gave a slight smile, stood up, then walked over to a shelf covered in fire extinguishers and grabbed a couple corkscrews.

“Um, what?”

“This is the worm panic-room.” She sounded like this was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Ookay.” Martin took a corkscrew from her and they began de-wormifying Jon. Jon gave out some very unhappy semi-conscious squeaks and Martin looked at him with sympathy.

“He’ll be fine.” Annabelle was rather dismissive as she yanked out worm after worm. “We just need to get them all out - can you hold him still?”

Martin gave her a look but did as she said, trying to ignore the pitiful sounds coming from the man he had pinned. Eventually Annabelle looked satisfied and stood up, wiping her hands on her skirt. “Good. That should be all of them.”

Martin looked up at her, finally catching his breath and gathering his thoughts. “Who... who are you?”

“I’m Annabelle.”

“Annabelle…” that name sounded vaguely familiar, maybe?

“I’m with the Web.”

Ah. there it was. “The spider thing?”

“Yep.” Martin took a better look at her and noticed the webbing on the side of her head holding it together.

“Ookay. Well… what are you doing here?”

“Saving your rears.” She shrugged.

“How… how did you know?!?”

She smiled. “Have you ever stopped to wonder why there are so many spiders around the Magnus Institute? It’s not like you’re right next to a woods but you’d think you were from the sheer number of them.”

Martin breathed in a sharp sigh. “And, uh, why? Why were you apparently spying on us?”

“Why do you think?”

Martin gave an exasperated sigh. “I don’t know, that’s why I asked you!”

Annabelle sighed. “Let’s just say that the Web has an invested interest in this Institute continuing to function and that involves not being over-run with worms.”

“Ah." They both sat silently for a minute or so while Jon semi-consciously groaned. “So… what do we do about the worms? And can they get us in here?”

Annabelle looked over at him, her expression unreadable. "As for what to do with them, I seem to recall that the institute has recently replaced their fire suppression system with CO2. And as for if they can get in here? Eventually, probably. But I didn't exactly plan for us to stick around that long.”

“What?!?" Martin was somewhat panicked.

"We're not going out to face the worms.” She chuckled. "Here, hoist me up.” Martin did as he was told and was stunned to see her pop up a ceiling tile. "Here. It's a tunnel that leads to the room with the suppression system.” She climbed up into the hole and called down. "Okay pass up your boyfriend.”

…

A few minutes later, Martin and Annabelle were crawling through the area between the floors, Martin having tied Jon to his back with some webbing Annabelle had been kind enough to provide.

"This way.” She gestured towards an area of the ceiling that was somewhat different from the rest. Martin noticed what looked like saw marks and watched as she popped up part of the ceiling and climbed up, offering him a hand.

Martin took it and sure enough found himself in the room that controlled the fire suppression system. "How…?"

Annabelle fixed him with a slight smirk. “The mother of puppets never reveals all her secrets." Then she walked over to the wall where the controls were and turned it on. “There. Now we just call up the ECDC, wait fifteen minutes before going down, and call it a day."

Martin stared at her in shock. "That's…that's it?"

Annabelle nodded. “That's it."

“I-I…" Martin went silent as Jon began groaning again.

“He'll be okay." Annabelle nodded towards Jon. “The ECDC will take care of him."

Martin let out a shuddery gasp. “How… how do we know this won't happen again? Or something like this?”

Annabelle shrugged. "You don't. Only us Weavers have a really good view of everything.”

Jon let out a pitiful whimper and Martin winced. The poor man. "I… I want to join you."

Annabelle smiled. “I was hoping you'd say that."

Chapter 5: Aftermath

Summary:

Jon gets de-wormified by the ECDC and he and Martin go to Martin's place

Notes:

Trigger Warnings
ECDC, blood and injury, mention of pain killers, Jon takes a bath (but that's literally all that's said) and they sleep and cuddle shirtless

Martin emerged from the Magnus Institute carrying the still semi-conscious Jon and the two were immediately surrounded by EMTs and ECDC members. Annabelle had somehow vanished in typical Web fashion and Martin found himself too concerned with Jon to care too much anyway.

“W-what’s going on?” Jon was starting to regain some semblance of understanding of his surroundings and was beginning to panic and Martin gently shushed him.

“The ECDC is here, they’re going to take care of you. Everything’s going to be okay.”

Jon groaned and Martin gently ruffled his hair before he was taken to be examined for worms. Martin tried not to pay too much notice to the very unhappy squeaks coming from the quarantine tent but it was difficult. It was rather obvious Jon was having a bad time. Fortunately it was eventually over and Martin was greeted by a heavily limping Jon wrapped in bandages and a hospital gown, carrying his blood-covered clothes in a biohazard bag.

“Jon, how are you feeling?”

Jon collapsed against him with a pained sound and Martin helped him to his car, offering to drive them both to one of their places.

“Thank you, Martin.” Jon reached into the bag into the pocket of his pants and pulled out the keys, handing them over.

Martin helped Jon into the passenger seat and leaned the seat back, throwing the bag in the backseat. “Comfy?” Jon turned dazed eyes to him and he reckoned he probably wasn’t in the best mental state. “Okay, what’s your address?” Jon failed to answer, only vaguely staring, so Martin decided to head to his place.

…

Martin’s place was a mess. He’d forgotten how all the linens were currently blocking all possible cracks to keep out worms - he’d remembered, of course, but had forgotten just how absolutely that had messed up his flat.

“Here, I’m going to pour you a bath.”

Jon nodded, still rather dazed and looking rather traumatized, eyeing every corner or shadow with paranoia like worms might come jumping out at him any moment. Martin went to set him up a nice bath to hopefully soothe him a bit. When he was done, he gently guided him into the bathroom, put a towel on the side of the bathtub, and helped him step in then left the room so Jon could get undressed and bathe in privacy. He himself went downstairs to the nearby store to pick up some fresh gauze, bandages, and other supplies as well as some groceries and trash bags with which to empty out the fridge. By the time he heard Jon calling out for help to get out of the tub he’d mostly tidied up the living room and bedroom.

“Jon, are you okay?”

Jon whimpered sadly. “I need help getting up.”

Martin opened the bathroom door and saw him sitting in the tub, wrapped in a towel, looking rather like a miserable wet cat. He reached down a hand for Jon to grab hold of and was rather unpleasantly surprised at how weak his grip felt. He hoped it was simply a side effect of the pain killers and put a steadying hand on his back as he stood up to make sure he didn’t fall over. From there he guided Jon, still wrapped in a towel, to the living room couch. “Here, I bought you some underclothes at the store.” He carried over the bag and sat it next to him. “And I can get you some of my clothes to wear if you want -”

The doorbell suddenly rang. Huh. Martin and Jon looked at each other, confused, and Martin shrugged and walked to the peephole. “Looks like I got a package?” He opened the door and pulled it inside, barely noticing the two people walking away down the stairs as he closed the door behind him.

“What do you think it is?” Jon was curious

“No idea.” Martin walked over to the counter where he kept a pencil cup and stabbed the tape with some scissors, opening the box.

“Is that…?!?”

Martin was overjoyed. It was! It was a new set of PJs for each of them and new throws! This time they came with a note.

“To tide you over until you can retrieve your other ones from the Archives. Or just keep a set there and a set at home. Thought they’d come in handy.
- Annabelle
P.S.- I’m glad you’ve decided to start working on joining the Web, Martin.”

Jon was thrilled when Martin brought over the blankets and pjs and he snuggled up to them. Martin hurried to shower and by the time he got back, Jon was lying on top of the king sized throw and covered in the smaller ones. Martin went to snuggle up next to him and was surprised to find a bare shoulder when he slightly moved the top blankets aside.

“Um…” He felt himself go red.

Jon smirked at him. “I’m wearing pants, don’t worry.”

Martin chuckled and crawled under the blankets with him, pleasantly surprised to be immediately snuggled into. “So soft.” Jon murmured. Martin agreed - both the blankets and Jon’s skin were so very soft. He closed his eyes peacefully and the two drifted off to sleep. A couple hours later a very sore Martin helped Jon up and they moved over to the bedroom, setting the blankets up on the actual bed so they wouldn’t have to sleep on the floor. It was far more comfortable. Jon gently tugged at the bottom of Martin’s pj shirt and received a smirk in return as Martin shrugged it off and enveloped Jon in a hug. Jon made happy sounds and the two fell back asleep.