i wanna wake up naked next to you

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Jay: After returning home, sometime a little short of dawn, and getting the boys tucked in - which took very little time, as tipsy and exhausted as everyone was - Leech quite happily collapsed into sleep himself. But Cat didn't approve of being left alone all night and neglected all morning, so she woke Leech up only four hours later (by batting repeatedly at his nose) to demand food. Though displeased, Leech quickly complied with her demands in favor of letting everyone else continue sleeping. He returns to his bedroom within a few moments and takes the time to tweak the curtains so they block the sunlight more effectively, before lighting a cigarette and returning to the bed.


Jackie: After the midnight celebration, Kellen had convinced the boys to continue on in their drinking festivities - which, of course, meant more rounds of shots. This resulted in quite the sloppy return home; Jesse fairly useless as he tucked up next to Kellen in the taxi, asleep, and Timothy not quite as tired, but definitely more clumsy limbed. So when the younger boys take up one bed, and Lars occupies the couch, Tim very easily makes his way (wobbily) back to Leech's bedroom, tugging his clothing off as he goes. And in his drunken stupor, this means that he strips completely naked and slides into the sheets, falling asleep almost immediately. The sleep is heavy, and he doesn't initially stir from Cat's movements and pawings, but he does stir when the Leech slips out of bed, and registers it more completely when the bed goes a little more cold. When the boy returns, Tim turns his head and peers over at him blearily, and outstretches an arm to either tug himself, or the parasite, closer.


Jay: As soon as Leech weasels beneath the blankets - staying half-upright while he smokes - his gaze naturally seeks out the other occupant. The way Timothy reaches groggily for him makes Leech smile a bit, either too tired or too comfortable to bother hiding his expression, and he catches the groping arm by the wrist and lifts it to kiss the center of the palm before tugging on that limb, plainly thinking Tim ought to come to him. His free hand retracts the cigarette from his mouth and ashes it. "'ey, little one."


Jackie: Despite his squinted eyes not leaving Leech's form, Tim still can't entirely focus on him - at first, he still sees double the parasite, much in thanks to the alcohol in his system and the lack of sleep, so he resolves to bury his face in the boy's chest as he's dragged forward. That voice sends a slight shiver down the boy's back, mostly because it does more to wake him up than anything else has, and he makes his own groaning noise as a greeting while securing his arm more firmly around the boy's torso. "Why are we awake?"


Jay: Probably Leech is in better shape than the rest of the apartment, since he knows well enough to monitor his alcohol intake - and a good part of his inebriation over the night was due to narcotics instead of liquor. When Timothy sidles up against him, Leech releases the boy's arm to wrap his own around Timothy's shoulders instead, laughing quietly for the question. "Are we awake?" It seems a viable question; certainly neither of them are functioning much. "Cat wanted food, so she woke me up. Then I had to look in an' make sure the kids're okay...force of habit, I guess; dorm checks..."


Jackie: Once he's nestled up against Leech's body, Timothy lets out a quiet exhale, because this is much better. He doesn't bother with picking his head up, slightly due to the fact that he doesn't trust that the world isn't spinning, but he does smile against Leech's warm skin for the rhetorical question. "Away from the office, not away from the work." Because most definitely, the trip home last night was tasking in itself - and even with Tim's drunkness, he knows that the trip took twice as long because of their antics. He places a soft kiss to Leech's ribs, and then talks against them. "Are they all alive? Breathing?"


Jay: Leech makes a somewhat disgruntled noise for that first comment, because it seems he really has no choice but to take his work home with him - even aside from the kids, it follows him in the form of phone calls and irate emails. But he pushes those thoughts away for the time being, offering the cigarette to Timothy in his usual manner of holding it to his lips. "Yeh, they're fine. Not one of 'em even pissed themselves."


Jackie: That reply earns an amused snort from Timothy, and he's drawn away from pressing his face into the boy's body in order to get some fresh air. This works out for him to easily drag off of that cigarette, and then he tests his eye sight again, pleased when he's able to focus on the one head of pink hair that's looking at him. "Doubt Jesse has anything left to release. He peed for fucking ever against one of the buildings while we waited for a cab." This causes him to laugh more properly, and perhaps brings a little bit more flush to his face - looking slightly more alive. He looks up at Leech and then lowers his head, resting it on the boy's tummy while he still looks at him. "How're you feeling?"


Jay: Leech wrinkles his nose slightly as he retracts the cigarette from Timothy's mouth and returns it to his own. "Really didn' need to know that." He shakes his head to get rid of the thought, then shrugs for the following question. "Arrite. Could be worse. Back's starting to burn a little more..." He shifts around, possibly to encourage the pain; after Duster got done with the line-work for the scales inked down Leech's back last night, Leech was far too intoxicated to notice whether they hurt - although the needles against his spine during the actual tattooing didn't feel too pleasant. Now, with the bandaging removed, the pressure against the sheets is starting to wake up the pain somewhat.


Jackie: Tim tilts his head to kiss at that soft tummy, in apology for that description, before turning to rest his temple there, once more. The mention of the pain on Leech's back makes Tim's eyes narrow, momentarily confused until his memory is jogged a bit - after midnight, Leech paid Duster a little visit, which resulted in Timothy sitting back and watching (and drinking, at Kellen's request). He makes a little quiet hum, his arm stretched across the boy's torso moving to trace along the prominent collarbones lazily. "Want me to get some cream? Or make an ice pack?" Despite not wanting to get out of bed, he'd be willing to if it was requested.


Jay: Leech shakes his head as he takes a final drag from his smoke, then reaches over blindly to find the ashtray. "Nah. 's not that bad." He shifts to slither farther under the blankets without dislodging Timothy from his spot, turning just a little onto his right side to ease the friction against his back. Once settled, his opposite arm loops lazily over Timothy's side, and Leech lowers his head to rest his cheek against the crown of Tim's. "An' I don't want you goin' anywhere."


Jackie: Tim's body seems to melt a little bit when it becomes apparent that he doesn't need to crawl out of bed, and that melting only continues when Leech continues speaking. He lets out a quiet little sigh of appreciation and nods his head, turning more to snuggle in closer and breathe the other boy in. He maybe wants to verbalize his thanks, but it'll just come out more sappy and stupid than he intends it, so he instead weasels his way into the crook where Leech's head is and kisses at his bottom lip softly.


Jay: Amused by the obvious relief displayed by Timothy's form, Leech tightens the arms around him when he snuggles closer and returns that little kiss with another, but he lets his head drop back to the pillows afterwards - though he may feel better than the rest of the crew, he maybe doesn't feel well enough for any strenuous sort of activity. His eyes are slitted lazily as he looks Timothy over (what he can see beyond the blankets, at least) and he gives a very little sigh. "I dunno how I'll manage to sleep, when we gotta go back to the school." Somehow, from this side of New Years, the break looks much shorter.


Jackie: Tim makes a little noise when that kiss is returned, surprised, but it dwindles off quickly in favor of the boy actually, minutely, smiling. He pulls back as well and cuddles in a little bit closer, his free arm moving around to grab the edge of the blanket and drag it over Leech's body as well as his own. The reminder of their return to their school, and away from their little alternative world where this is perfectly okay makes Tim wrinkle his nose, and he settles himself more against Leech's body than on top of it, so as not to cause pain to the freshly inked skin on the boy's back. "We're not gonna be able to figure something out, are we?" It's doubtful - it's not like Tim can escape for nights on end without at least a few people getting suspicious, but perhaps there's an idea they haven't thought of, yet.


Jay: When that blanket is tugged up, Leech shrugs to settle it over his shoulder and turns a bit more to face Timothy. "Ahh...well, guess that depends. I imagine we can get away with you gettin' in more trouble than previously, since ya were already sorta going down that path before." Obviously, meaning the change in Timothy's attitude since his parents relinquished their rights, but Leech isn't about to mention them. "But even if I put ya in isolation once a week, that'd be pushing it. We'll jus' have to work it out as we go along." He doesn't sound thrilled by that plan, but he does sound like he thinks it'll work. Reaching up, he toys with a bit of mohawk that's come down, twisting the hairs between his fingers. "Be hard, though. Seeing you all the time, an' not giving in to touching you..."


Jackie: As Leech talks, Tim closes his eyes, appreciating the close proximity he has to the other boy, knowing that it won't necessarily be as accessible once they return to the school. Once they're both snuggled up under the blankets, Timothy scoots in a little closer to slip a leg in between both of Leech's, then hooking it around the boy's ankle to anchor himself there. "Maybe we can...make up some college baseball coach, or something, that'll come in an 'train' me once a week." Not that that would result in overnight stays, but perhaps they could swing it. As Leech's fingers twine through his short hair and brush against his scalp, Timothy purrs, which then turns into a quiet whine for the reminder. "Tell me about it. You're the one in the short skirts." A comment a little out of character for Timothy, but he's maybe still a bit drunk.


Jay: Leech tilts his head, eyes going a little fuzzy as he considers that idea and gives a considering hum. "That...might work. Or somethin' like it; if we did it that way, Stax'd prolly expect to be involved. I'll think about it, though." He releases the longer strand of hair to stroke fingertips over the side of Timothy's scalp instead, focusing back on the boy with a faint smirk. "I'll try to keep it knee-length, if ya think that'll help."


Jackie: "Gotta work out something. I don't think I'll last with only once a week visits." Clearly, since they've been spoiled with nearly three weeks of (relative) freedom. Tilting his head up into that affection, Tim works to make sure that those fingers don't stop their petting, and then turns to nip at the boy's palm and speak against it. "Doubtful. It's the easy access that makes it bad."


Jay: At that, Leech gives a noise of agreement. "Can mebbe do a little better than once a week, as long as you don' stay the night. Pretty sure someone would notice that." He coughs a bit of a laugh for the sudden bite at his hand, waiting until the skin is released to draw it back, then ducking his head and tilting it to the side to nip at Timothy's lower lip in return. "Yer the only one with access. But I guess I could wear pants...sure it'd appease some of my colleagues if I do."