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You lay in your bed, Jake on your side. Face shamelessly pressed into the side of chest. The sun lays over his skin. You’ve been working on some code for the last hour and a half. He grabs your shirt and lazily tugs. You turn to face him. He’s staring up at you, bright green eyes half-lidded with sleepiness.
“A break from working wouldn’t kill you, Strider.”
You’ll indulge his request. Just today. You put your laptop to the side and wrap your arms around him. His skin is warm. Every part of him is warm. You run a hand through his hair. He’s almost asleep again, it’s always been easier for him to get to sleep. He curls a hand around your shirt, taking a deep breath. He mumbles into your ear.
“Such a pretty boy, just how lucky I am to get to hold him.”
He knows just how to get you. You open your mouth to protest his remark with some loathing run-on sentence. He responds by pressing a thumb to your lip.
“We ought to get you a nice outfit somewhere. Golly, you’d look just dashing in a well tailored suit.. Maybe Rose’s troll suitor? She is a tailor, I believe.”
He runs his hands over the sides of your chest. All of this. It makes you feel a little overwhelmed. Not in a bad way. You aren’t used to this level of affection.
“Gosh, I love you.”
His hands are on your back again. Running up and down. Feeling every scar and freckle. He takes his glasses off and sets them to the side.
“So strong. Much more than you think you are.”
You’re flustered. He’s asleep now. Still holding you tight, close to his chest. You lay there for a minute. Just listening to him, the little noises he makes in his sleep. Feeling him breathing. You rest your face into his neck. His skin is soft. You miss naps.