Summery: In which, Wesley just needs a drink, and James is loath to co-operate. :Slash:

Warnings: Slash! Obviously. Meaning boy/boy, although it could probably be taken as friendship.

A/N: Hello all. I am rather a new writer to FictionPress, as I am mainly a fanfiction writer on and have migrated here to write original stories. Anywho, this is a short one-shot/drabble I have written about my two main characters I will be writing about, so I hope you all like it, and I would very much enjoy any feedback I recieve.

Enjoy.

Childhood Instinct

He sighed and rolled over, eyes opening reluctantly, as the light of the moon shun into the room through the window overhead. Feeling the sheets tangled around his legs, and a pair of arms wrapped securely around his waist, Wesley turned his head to look at his bedmate.

James lay beside him peacefully, sound asleep at the late hour, despite Wesley's constant tossing and turning. Well, that wouldn't do at all.

"J'mes..." Wesley mumbled in a whisper to the boy beside him, and was rewarded with a loud snort. Scrunching his nose in disgust for a moment, Wesley called louder; "James."

The other boy shifted slightly, his brown head of hair no more than a dark blur in the room, but he did not reply. Wesley rolled his eyes as he finally called loudly;

"James!"

"Ahg?" The other boy finally responded, jumping awake, as he reached up one hand to rub at his eyes, and groaned as he realised he had been woken at some ungodly hour of the night. "What it is?" He asked irritably, "Why aren't you sleeping?"

Wesley immediately adopted an innocent expression, pouted slightly - despite the fact that James couldn't see him, and spoke in his most diplomatic tone. "I'm thirsty. I think I'm coming down with something. Can you get me a drink?"

James scoffed. He could tell from the smaller boy's tone of voice that he was doing the pouty thing. "Get a drink yourself, lazy."

With a 'tut' that suggested Wesley found this suggestion ridiculous, he frowned. "James, I am affronted," He told the other boy in a whisper, missing in the dark how James rolled his eyes, "And you're closer to the door, you get it for me."

James groaned, recognising the familiar argument. "Wes, we've been through this," He replied with an impatient tone, "The first time you slept over, you picked which side of the bed you wanted - and we agreed that that would be our sleeping arrangments from now on - and you said very specifically that you wanted to be against the wall with the window. Its not my fault I'm closer to the door. And anyway, I'll be gone tomorrow; if I go around getting everything for you, what are you going to do when I leave?"

"That's not fair." Wesley countered defensively, now sitting up in the bed, his shadowed form outlined to James by the light of the moon, "I had to choose this side! I couldn't help it, I was going with my childhood instinct!"

At this, James raised one eyebrow incredulously. "Your childhood instinct?"

"Yes." Wesley answered confidently with a decisive nod, "That if the boogeyman should come, he would have to eat you first, you being closer to the door."

James nodded very slightly, before asking (after much delibveration); "But then, what about when he was done eating me?"

Wesley shrugged nonchalantly, "Well, by the time he was done eating you... I would already be in my rocketship."

A moment's silence followed this, as James mused, not for the first time, how very strange his best friend was.

"Right..." He replied, though when he looked up and saw (very vaguely in the little light) the unamused expression on Wesley's face, the larger boy sighed. "Fine. I'll get you your damn drink."

Wesley made a pleased noise at this, smiling widely as James left the room, the larger boy grumbling under his breath about 'high maintenance' and 'not even really sick' and 'better give me some tomorrow morning'.

When the dark-haired boy returned though, Wesley was appropriately thankful as he took his glass of water from him, and they both settled down to sleep once again.

It was a short while later, as the larger of the two had his arms wrapped securely around the other, both of them content and just beginning to drift off to sleep with pleasant thoughts of tomorrow and all the days of their summer holiday to follow, that James' voice drifted to Wesley's ear;

"What if the boogeyman came through the window?"