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when jj woke up, he thought all of his actions had finally caught up to him and he’d been sent to hell. a thin layer of sweat coated his skin, and the covers had been kicked off of his body. the ac had stopped working.
“shit.” jj groaned, flinging the remaining sheets off his body to sit up. sleeping beside him was pope, who didn’t seem very comfortable either. his nose was scrunched up, and the covers had been kicked off of him as well.
jj and pope had gotten together a few months before, after some late night drinking and a long talk. since then, pope would sleep at jj’s apartment from time to time, and then the other times jj would sleep at pope’s. it’s a wonder why they don’t just move in together.
anyways, jj got up from bed and headed to the bathroom, splashing water on his face. it helped for a second, before the uncomfortable feeling of heat against his skin came back. he leaned against the cold porcelain of the sink, just standing there for a few minutes. it sucked because he was still a bit tired, but getting back into bed sounded like hell.
nonetheless, he trudged his way back to his bedroom, pope rolled over onto his side. he climbed into bed, leaning his head against pope’s back. to his surprise, he was promptly pushed off and pope scooted away.
“it’s hot, jj.” pope grumbled, readjusting his head as it lay against his arm.
“could’ve said that. instead of shoving me off of you.” jj says dramatically, trying to loop his arm around pope’s waist. he allowed it for a second, before grumbling against, grabbing it and placing it on the bed.
“i did not shove you, i gently pushed you off. besides, right now is the worst time to be touchy.” pope rolled onto his other side, facing jj.
“can’t get mad at me for wanting to cuddle.” jj reached for pope’s hand, hoping he’d allow him that at the very least.
“not mad at you, j, i’m mad at your apartment’s garbage air conditioning..” pope squeezed jj’s hand.
jj hummed, closing his eyes for a second as if he was going to sleep, but then decided he wasn’t done bothering pope. he rolled over onto the other, his legs on either side of his hips.
“jj!” pope whined, attempting to push him off. jj laughed, using his hands to balance himself so he didn’t fall off the bed.
“i’m overheating and you’re making fun of me.” pope placed his hands on jj’s waist, accepting his fate.
“hey, i’m overheating, too. it’s not like you’re suffering alone, you big baby.” jj teased.
pope rolled his eyes, then promptly rolled over so that jj was now underneath him. jj looked lost for words, his face red. just as he was about to say something, pope got off the bed and walked to the bathroom, smirk evident even as he walked away.
“hey! you can’t just do that and walk away, man!” jj sat up, the bed underneath him messy and unmade.
“think i just did!” pope called back, the sound of the door shutting following right after.
jj flopped back onto the bed, suddenly very aware of how hot it was again. at least when pope was beside him he’d had a distraction, but now it was just the sound of his own breathing and the sound of the water running in the bathroom. it felt like that with most things; pope was his sanity.
when pope came back from the bathroom, jj was too zoned out to notice at first. it wasn’t until he felt the bed dip down for a second, then rise back up.
jj immediately moved over to be in pope’s arms, his affection met with no resistance this time. he felt that if he could focus all his attention on pope, he’d forget he was hot. he just hoped he wasn’t suffocating pope in the process.
“missed you.” jj’s voice sounds muffled pressed into pope’s shirt, but he hears him nonetheless.
“i was only gone for like 10 minutes.” pope ruffled jj’s hair, starting to get used to the heat.
“you know me well enough to know that i am the least patient person you know.”
“true.” pope hums.
jj rolls over on pope, practically spreading his entire body across his lap. pope groans under his weight, but makes no effort to actually move him.
“i feel like you’re tryna call me heavy with that noise you just made.” jj laughs, not even attempting to hold himself up anymore.
“you are.” pope said without any hesitation.
“wow, okay.” jj rolls his eyes, starting to roll off of him. pope immediately grabs him, pulling him back.
“i said heavy, not fat.” pope quipped.
the next few hours were spent readjusting themselves in various spots they were comfortable, and jj practically trying to be in pope’s skin with the way he was all over him.
“j, i’m not sleepin’ over here anymore if this is gonna be a weekly occurrence. matter fact, we should just go to my apartment.” he says as he holds onto the blonde in his lap.
“don’t wanna.” he mumbles into his neck.
“you can stay all you want but i would like cold air, and i’m obviously not gonna get it here.” pope moves to take jj off his lap, but he just clings onto him, grumbling loudly.
“you’re so stubborn.” pope groans.
“don’t want you to leave, asshole. the air’s gonna come back on, just… don’t leave.” jj mutters.
“my apartment is cooler, and you can eat all the ice cream you want.”
jj lifted his head up at that, eyes tracing the shape of pope’s face before getting up. pope laughed, watching jj pull on a tee shirt and shorts, grabbing his phone and house keys.
“ok. we can go.” jj shoved his hands in his pockets, pulling on pope’s arm to help him up.
“see? that wasn’t so hard.” pope pulled on his own shorts and hoodie, grabbing his car keys. they make it to pope’s car, and jj sighs dramatically once the ac is turned on.
“it felt like hell in there!” jj groaned, turning the ac up.
pope just laughed, putting the car in drive. jj was a bit of a drama queen, but at least he was happy.