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Brick could feel the warm sunlight creeping through the window's curtains, caressing him, a golden glow across his face. He wakes slowly, eyes impossibly heavy still closing halfway as he tries to wake himself up on instinct. It takes him a moment to take in where he was, which was definitely not his room, unaware of where he was as his eyes flutter open.
The past week has been exhausting and Brick is not sure he's slept this good in months. It's probably afternoon now, his lips parted with drool slipping on the side of the pillow he used. He thinks this is a dream because it has to be. There's no way he hooked up with Jo, beautiful and covered with only a blanket but naked, because that would be crazy. But the image of Jo curling up beside him, still asleep, lips parted, inviting Brick to kiss her good morning, with bedhead that Brick appreciated because it was Jo has Brick malfunctioning, barely blinking to take him in within the confines of this room.
It's real. All of last night was real. Even crazier, Jo asked him to stay, them side by side curled up to each other all night long. It takes every ounce of strength for Brick not to touch Jo, wrap both his arms around what was still soft and warm and beautiful under the covers. Brick tucks Jo in, feeling it rude to wake her up especially after the exercise Jo gave him last night. Brick does feel sore, but it's a good ache, like feeling you're growing muscle.
So instead, Brick rolls back onto her side, pulling up his boxers and ignoring his growing erection as he tries to hold Jo's hand as he watches her sleep.
When Jo wakes, the first thing she sees is Brick, lying so close to her, holding her hand but careful not to touch her without her consent. Brick just holding her close like he always wanted to.
Jo nestles his shoulder on Brick’s shoulder, breathing him in, making her smile a little. Jo likes how Brick smells, it's inviting, strong but not overwhelming to the senses. It draws her deeper, like Brick actually has pheromones and this wasn't simply being attracted to who Brick was in all five senses. Of course, Jo's curiosity gets the better of her. She takes a bite.
Brick wakes up to the pain, but admixes it with pleasure as soon as he sees it was Jo nibbling at his flesh. Jo scoots closer to her, bringing her arms on Brick’s frame. Jo was so warm, so soft, Brick melts into the sheets and wishes he could stay like this forever.
Brick could feel it by how heavy Jo's breathing got. How Jo's body is now limp and heavy, pressing up against her. A part of Brick wishes to sleep again too, to just sleep the entire day after the horrendous schedules they've had lately. But he knows that to sleep is to lose sight of Jo - he couldn't take his eyes off her like this, how domestic this was. He feels like if he closes his eyes, Jo won't be there to be the first thing he sees when it opens.
He finds it ridiculous. Brick sees Jo everyday on their morning jogs. But the cynic in him isn't used to things going his way. Especially when he spent a whole 30 minutes doing something he has never done before and embarrassing himself in front of his longtime crush and just newly girlfriend. He's used to seeing things Jo does and falling apart before her eyes, her beautiful violet eyes.
So Brick stays right where he is, body getting heavier but willing his eyes open, eager to take in how ethereal Jo looked sleeping and unconscious. So peaceful, so trusting, so vulnerable, so toned, her short, beautiful hair falling perfectly on her face, her soft lips parted slightly, her dark eyelashes on her impossibly small face. Brick could stare at her forever.
And he does, just waiting for Jo to wake up.
After an hour, Jo’s eyelashes flutter open again. She smiles, comforted by Brick hugging her through her nakedness. The same Brick who would do as much as try to hold her hand when they were out in public.
"Brick. You're so soft," Jo says sleepily. "So, so comfortable."
Brick feels a bit nervous, but Jo speaking to him gets her laughing for some reason.
"You're softer." Brick smiles, all teeth out as he pretends to remove dust in front of Jo's face again. "Did you rest fine? We can just sleep if you're still tired."
Brick was doing all this when physically, he feels like he was hit by a truck. All the pain from yesterday suddenly started again. "Brickhouse ." Jo shifts from the bed, getting a bunch of capsules from her drawer. "I have muscle relaxants if you're feeling sore. "
Brick laughs slightly, smelling his own breath thinking it's gone bad before Jo takes one of the capsules in her mouth and transfers it to Brick through soft, open-mouthed kissing and letting it go down Brick’s mouth admixed with her saliva. Brick can't think of how his breath smells anymore, he kisses Jo back, holding her hand jaw for support.
Jo feels so good, so right, she's waited for this for so long she feels like she's going to wake up soon and realize this was a dream within a dream scenario and she's just so far gone that she's still just not conscious, but she’s not going to said it out loud.
Brick feels shitty about last night, how inexperienced he was, how he asked Jo to look away everytime he came, only for her to go and kiss him reassuringly. Jo who was so sweet and Brick always made sure he didn't hurt her, then it’s time he reassures her.
"I love seeing your face first thing in the morning. You're so beautiful, you know that, don't you?"
Jo blushed and pulls him again, sharing another sleepy afternoon kiss with Brick. He gets hard, but he doesn't rub it on Jo, doesn't impose anything. He's fine with just kissing.
Jo looks at him faintly, dizzy with fascination and contentment. "Last night was amazing. This morning too. You were so kind, so gentle. I couldn't have had a better first experience." "I'm glad. I wanted it to be special for the one I love most." Brick said while grabbing her hand.
"Did you like being with me? Did I do good?" it comes out small, unconfident and Brick regrets asking it at first but Jo strokes his hair and looks into his eyes to tell him that all his worries are unfounded. Brick's heart skips a beat, and he smiles again.
Jo is such a reassuring presence in Brick's life- her body still so warm, her skin so smooth, her lips damp as she kisses gently against Brick’s face.
Brick feels himself warm under Jo’s touch.
"There was no one I would've liked to spend the night with me other than you, Brick for brains." Jo answers and it comes out with a classic nickname but this time soft, without hesitation, continuing to kiss Brick where her lips could reach him. Her sweet side really goes out with him.
Brick feels sentimental, his chest warm, his brain making him want to say he loves Jo when it's too much, too soon, and would make him sound crazy with the older running for the hills.
So he bites her tongue and lets Jo do what she wants with him.
He revels in the fact that as Jo worships his skin, he was good enough to keep her satisfied, beyond that one night.
That perhaps, he felt good enough for Jo to keep coming back.