James put down his novel, and turned his bedside lamp off, a wave of drowsiness flooding over him as he snuggled further into his comforter. He let out a pleasant sigh, as he teetered on the edge of consciousness.

When his phone buzzed.

James groaned and rolled over, squinting at the bright screen.

One new message.

James sighed and opened the text.

What do you think water tastes like? -TJ

James groaned.

Thomas I'm trying to sleep. -JM

James huffed as his phone dinged again.

Okay but like, does it just taste like the inside of your mouth? -TJ

Thomas I really don't care. -JM

What do you think it feels like to fly? -TJ

If you're really that curious I'm sure I could arrange for you to have that experience by pushing you out of a plane. -JM

James put the phone on silent, prepared to ignore him boyfriends stupid questions.

Another message popped up.

James rolled his eyes and checked it.

What is love? -TJ

James narrowed his eyes at the question. This didn't go along with the others. It was an actual serious question.

I wouldn't know better than you. -JM

Like, I love you. Obviously. But why? Like, what does it have to do with life? -TJ

James smiled. He was going to respond with ‘it's a chemical reaction’ or something along the lines. But he knew what Thomas was saying.

Was that just a stupidly complex way to say that you love me? -JM

James smirked at the slightly delayed response.

Well. You caught me. -TJ

Thats adorable. -JM

Shut up. -TJ

I love you, Thomas. -JM

Love you James. -TJ

James put his phone on the table, and quickly fell into a pleasant sleep.

still open for prompts btw