Henrik tiredly unhooked the belt of his dark wash jeans, letting them fall to the ground of the hotel floor. His grey shirt swiftly followed.

Tonight had been a tough night. Other than it being the second game of a back-to-back series with the Canucks, the team the Red Wings often found themselves competing for first place with, they'd lost two players because of hard hits and not enough sleep. Two men who'd been big parts of the game. This meant that they'd have to try that much harder.

All Hank wanted was to sleep. 

A problem that arose last night was the fact that there was only one bed in the room, when there were two guys. 

It wouldn't have been a problem for them on just a normal night, like last night, but since Hank was so tired, and it was his night for the couch, he was going to do whatever he could do to be in that bed. 

Pavel came out of the bathroom, holding his shirt and jeans in his hand, wearing nothing on his toned body but his favorite pair of boxers.

"I'm wiped." Pav said, throwing his clothes in the direction of his bag. It didn't make it, but close enough he wouldn't forget it.

"I feel like I've been riding one of those fake bulls for hours," Hank responded, grinning at his pal. "Remember?"

Pasha let out a insane laugh. "I still have photos." he said, as his way of saying 'I'll never forget.'

"Same to you, buddah." grinned Henrik. He jumped as casually into the bed as he could.

"Get out, man. Tonight is my night."

Pavel picked up the hotel pillow and whacked his Swedish friend. 

Hank groaned. "Why?! Can't we share? I'm so damn tired, I don't want to sleep on that couch."

"Suck it up." replied Pavel, laying down on the other side of the Queen bed. "I slept there last night. It's fair."

"And since when was I fair?!"

"Touché."

Hank pulled the sheets over his muscular legs, shuffling down into the mattress to get a bit more comfortable. "Please?" pouted the bearded boy.

"Fine." Pasha said simply, following Hank and getting under the warm sheets. He knew he could never win against his friend. It simply wasn't possible. 

"You forgot to turn off the lights, dumbass." mumbled Hank a few moments after they'd both gotten comfortable.

"If you want them off, turn them off yourself." 

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"Fuck you."

Hank quietly uncovered himself, letting the cold air grasp him in a hug. Shuffling towards the front of the room, he found the light switch easily and turned it off.

Once Hank was back in bed, he heard his friend mumble something.

"Huh?"

This time Pavel said it a little louder. "I'm... I'm scared... of... the dark."

"Um," Henrik really didn't know what to say. Was Pavel bullshitting him? He really didn't know. But then again, it was pretty dark.

"Can we cuddle, just this one time?" Pasha asked, his milky brown eyes shinning at Hank in the darkness.

A sigh escaped his lips. "Okay."

Hank shuffled his body a bit closer to Pavel, wrapping his arms slowly around him. Hank was rigid for a few minutes, but after that he relaxed.

Just as Henrik was about to fall asleep, he felt something grabbing his Swedish Snowball's.

Authors Note: I wrote this at 1am, and finished it randomly... so... sorry.