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khajidatass) wrote2012-07-27 06:13 pm
khajidatass) wrote2012-07-27 06:13 pm
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Despiértate
//Jaime?// came the tentative mental nudge. The only response was a tired groan, the human was too comfortable against the warm body to open his eyes. //Jaime// Khaji repeated, a tone of both curiosity and near-concern bleeding through, //Who is this?//
"Dean," Jaime answered without waking up enough to think; the name just sounded right, felt natural. He was vaguely aware that he was draped over another sleeping human, his head resting against the other's chest and an arm wrapped around the waist. He was warm, and tired, and awfully comfortable, so did he really have to open his eyes and actually think about what they're doing here or what they did last night? Obviously, yes, he did.
Cracking his eyes open a tad, Jaime was granted another short, blissful, half-asleep moment before realizing this wasn't some dream. There was a stranger in his bed, he could barely remember half of the previous night, and yet he still knew they'd had sex. Jaime bolted upright, eyes wide open and disbelief obvious on his face. "Uh," he immediately covered himself with his bedsheet, evidently, he'd gotten out of his clothes before getting in bed, "Hi?"
//Jaime, according to common etiquette, eye contact is appropriate in this situation// Right! Don't stare the stranger's body. Was it just him, or was this guy way too ripped to be in bed with someone whose bookshelf was filled with nothing but text books and collectible Star Trek figurines?
"Dean," Jaime answered without waking up enough to think; the name just sounded right, felt natural. He was vaguely aware that he was draped over another sleeping human, his head resting against the other's chest and an arm wrapped around the waist. He was warm, and tired, and awfully comfortable, so did he really have to open his eyes and actually think about what they're doing here or what they did last night? Obviously, yes, he did.
Cracking his eyes open a tad, Jaime was granted another short, blissful, half-asleep moment before realizing this wasn't some dream. There was a stranger in his bed, he could barely remember half of the previous night, and yet he still knew they'd had sex. Jaime bolted upright, eyes wide open and disbelief obvious on his face. "Uh," he immediately covered himself with his bedsheet, evidently, he'd gotten out of his clothes before getting in bed, "Hi?"
//Jaime, according to common etiquette, eye contact is appropriate in this situation// Right! Don't stare the stranger's body. Was it just him, or was this guy way too ripped to be in bed with someone whose bookshelf was filled with nothing but text books and collectible Star Trek figurines?
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On the other hand, he was pretty damn comfortable where he was. He pressed in against Jaime's back, giving a contented sigh at the warmth from the scarab on Jaime's back. "Maybe five more minutes..."
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Jaime really wasn't used to going for multiple rounds of sex, and he guessed the morning's efforts combined with whatever happened last night drained his stamina reserves pretty thoroughly. He managed to keep his eyes open a crack, muttering something about how he needed to sexually get back into, before they finally refused to stay open.
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It wasn't like he was in any hurry. Food was one of his greatest loves, sure, but so was being curled up next to a hot body. He let a hand wander lightly up and down Jaime's side as he settled in.
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It only took a few minutes, of course, for his stomach to interrupt. Jaime furrowed his brow at the insistent rumble coming from his middle. "No, shut up. I want to spoon with the hot man some more," Jaime murmured in mock despair.