John's POV
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Bloody hell. I'll get up when I want to.
All of my strength settles into my arm as a loud crash flicks in the room as the annoying screeching from my alarm clock stops abruptly and calmly. Exhaustion lays over my eyes like Thanatos would his victims, standing there until the spirits would agree to move. The warmth of the sheets and blankets are ripped away from me, an icy cold hitting my unprepared legs and torso.
"Time to get up, sleepy head." A tranquil yet sarcastic voice called out to me, as I imagine his arms are crossed like my aunt's would be when I almost wouldn't get up in time for school. "Go away. I know you only did that to look at my ass in boxers." I pushed him away while huddling into a fetal position. "But yer little bum looks so cute." He said all motherly while giving it a tiny pat on one of the cheeks. "If you weren't me friend I'd be decking the shite out of you right now." I sneered while giving him a lukewarm glare. I finally got up and opened up the doors to my small but functional wardrobe, flipping through all of the current pieces I would like to wear. "John?" Stuart calls from the other room, looking in our currently not very filled fridge. "Yeah?"
"Put on something nice. We're meeting with the publisher today." He reminds me. I roll my eyes as the suit was at the front of my closet. He must have moved it when I was still sleeping soundly. I yawn widely, throwing the suit onto my stripped bed. "Why do we have to wake up so goddamn early? The meeting's not until eight o'clock." I complain while slipping on new undergarments. "Because the building's in Epsom, which is an hour away, and I want to make sure we get there early. Also you take quite a long time in the shower, as I've noticed from the time I've lived with you."
"I do not-" "Name one time you were actually on time for work because you didn't start day dreaming in the shower. Face it Lennon, I know you better than you would want me to." He sasses at me while throwing a pear at my face and it falls into my empty hands. "What's this for?" A confused look hits my face just like the pear.
"Breakfast, since I know you get angrily ravenous like a five year old if you don't have at least a little something in the morning, since you also get constipated if you don't have grain in the morning. I know that's why you always have porridge with a little bit of cinnamon." He slyly smirks. I take a bite out of my favorite fruit, juice dripping down my chin as I speak to him with my eyes. He walks out of the room un-phased, and I set the pear on my dresser as I get my dress pants on, smear on some deodorant to my freshly shaved underarms and get on the suit jacket.
"What'd ye think?" I ask holding my arms and sliding in a circle on our hardwood flooring. "John, you have to put on a shirt under the jacket." He huffs while leaning against the table by the back of our sofa. "What? Am I making you want to shove me onto that couch and nibble on my neck, idly unlatching the buttons from their spaces and roam your nimble hands on this soft chest?" I question him while walking my fingers up his chest, holding his chin up with my pointer finger and thumb. His face shines a rosy pink, his breathing becoming dormant as I keep searching in his eyes for his soul.
"Cause if you wanna fuck me.....you'll have to ask God first." The corners of his mouth start to curl upwards while stifling a laugh. "Which one, smartass?" "The one that would make me do this with my best friend...." We both leaned in, closing our eyes for the glorious moment. He places his hand on the back of my neck. I can feel his breath against my skin, making me more impatient.
I nearly jump out of my body when the kettle screams out to be set off of the stove. "Shit." Stuart swears under this breath, running over into the kitchen to grab the warm handle and place it on a not burning surface with a potholder. I run a hand through my hair, feeling all of the grease sitting at the top of my head, reeling in discomfort. I walk into the bog and grab my huge comb I save for occasions like this and brush all of my hair back, tying it into a simple ponytail and letting out a breath of relief.
