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"Simon, you can't be serious!" JJ cried, facepalming. There was a tinge of crumbling trust and disappointment in his tone.
The camera didn't pick it up, but it was still a punch to the stomach for Simon.
Stalking across the room, JJ proceeded to flip out, a guarded expression of disbelief etched into his features.
"Merry Christmas?" Simon ends, laughing.
He tosses the camera aside and swivels the chair JJ's in to face him, demanding his attention.
JJ shakes his head, empty laughter echoing throughout the room, "anything else? Oh my god; don't tell me you wrapped the lube too?"
He was clearly pissed off and genuinely annoyed, but Simon glanced behind him to ensure the door was closed.
A cheeky smile graced his lips, arms stretching to rest on his boyfriend's shoulders, "no. I missed that. But, don't you think that maybe, I did this for a reason?"
Simon carefully let his knee settle between JJ's parted legs on the chair. Words lingering off coyly, Simon, feigning ignorance, picked at the hem of his sweat pants.
Eyes catching on Simon's waist, he allowed himself a small smile as JJ appeared confused.
"I..."JJ began, distracted, as a gentle tug revealed exactly what the entirety of the prank had been for.
JJ's arms reached around his trousers, framing his lower back and gently nudging his sweat pants down and Simon could feel the tension dissipate as JJ's hands grazed his bare skin.
"You're- oh my God, Simon," and with that, JJ pulled Simon by the shirt to close the distance between their lips.
Pausing teasingly as their breaths overlapped, sending lust coursing through their blood, manifesting into the desperation as Simon leant in and JJ waited, hands already getting rid of Simon's trousers and JJ of his annoyance.
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"That was..."
"Creative?"
"Ridiculous."
They were lying side by side, Simon having been well spent and JJ having fucked away the vexation.
In their haste to get things going, they hadn't bothered removing the wrapping paper from the bed.
So, they were just lying on heaps of carnage of their endeavours.
Simon turned to face his boyfriend.
"You didn't like it?" he asked, watching JJ tilt his head, expression softening.
"Would've preferred if you just gave me the last part," he mumbled, edging towards the giggling boy and placing a kiss on his forehead, "but thank you."
Even in the dark, Simon could feel every movement under JJ's watch, every little twitch and shift.
It made him squeamish and flush like he didn't need blood for any other place than his face.
However, Simon loved JJ's analysing gaze, loved that JJ never hid it and loved that he was looked at with such raw intensity.
"That would've been no fun," remarked Simon, slowly rising from JJ's bed, checking his phone and taking into account the fact that they'd been at it for almost the entirety of the morning.
Their housemates might have started to suspect some things were off.
He added on, gathering his discarded clothes as he did, "Besides, you would've needed to clean your sheets without the prank. Now, you just need to throw out the wrapping paper."
JJ sighed in disgruntled agreement, as he turned to watch Simon picking off the remnants of his gift stuck to his skin.
"Wrapping paper as underwear, now where did you get an idea like that?" he mused aloud.
"If you'd like I could go for eggshells during Easter." Simon laughed, pulling his shirt on.
A groan erupted from JJ, "Jesus, think of all the eggs you'd have to crack to cover my room!"
Sauntering over to sit on the edge of JJ's side of the bed, Simon smiled, "still salty, I see."
"Wanna make it up to me?" JJ smirked, propping his elbow up on the bed, so Simon could feel his breath on his face.
There was a brief moment before Simon wrapped his arms around his boyfriend's neck and tumbled into bed with him.
The wrapping paper crunched under them as they rolled in it, eliciting a laugh from both of them.
"I have a feeling you'll have to wash your sheets after," said Simon as JJ helped him out of the clothes he'd just put on. Simon seemed to shed the fatigue along with them.
The red-purplish marks from hours ago resurfaced, along with the defined muscles and a pulsing, heated mutual desire. Their eyes locked and a slight discomposure was exchanged.
JJ let a wild grin spread across his face.
"Better make it worth it, then."