Too Late

Eddie, You're a Dick

WARNINGS: porn, unwanted shower thoughts, Chrissy being adorably sweeter than reader needs.

you were a very messy sleeper. you woke up to the sun beaming though the room, right into your eyes. your leg was sprawled out over Gareth's, your head slumped weirdly over his chest and you were in a peculiar sort of C shape. you didn't think anything of it, whenever you shared a bed with Eddie or Jeff or Grant, they never minded, they knew you moved around a lot. and so did Gareth, but he never let himself get into a bed with you before, he was always too nervous. he woke up about an hour before you, and he immediately started panicking. like, full on panicking, he had to reach for his old inhaler. he nursed himself back to sleep though, finding comfort in your warmth, the softness of your skin, the smell of your coconut shampoo under his nose. you waking up however, with your agressive yawn and need to stretch your body out as far as you possibly could, woke him abruptly. you rested back down beside him, eyes tired, shoulder slightly atop his. personal space was a thing you never really had much of a concept for when you were with your comfortable people. Gareth was hesitant to do anything.

"Morning Gar Bear." you yawned, rubbing your eyes.

"Good morning, Jovi." he whispered.

"Did you sleep okay? i didn't wake you up in the middle of the night with a slap to the face or anything, did i? i know i've done that with the other guys."

he laughed, "no, i promise you didn't."

"oh good." you smiled, "so i made a good bed partner impression?"

"yeah, a very good one." he grinned, and for some reason your stomach fluttered and your cheeks blushed red.

thankfully, he wasn't looking at you.

"you too." you looked up at him, "you sleep like a log. you didn't even move a hair."

he laughed, "yeah."

"you want some coffee or something?" you asked, climbing out of bed.

he watched you, and his eyes caught on the shorts he had lent you, ones you had borrowed a few times before. they were the sports shorts he had when he was fifteen, they were the only ones that fit you. and not to mention, they made your ass look great. something you had mentioned the first time you put them on, standing in this very room, Gareth had his back turned to you so he couldn't see, and just out of the blue you stood in front of him and poked your ass out a little saying 'don't they make me look hot?'. he got a boner and didn't know how to answer. but now, they had ridden up in your sleep and they really showed off the smooth curve of your ass, your soft flesh showing just a tiny bit out the bottom of them, his large band tee sitting bunched up on your hips. you stretched out again, and he couldn't help but stare. he pulled the covers up a little when he felt himself getting hard. you turned to him, you pretty smile and beautiful eyes glowing in the morning sun. you pulled your hair out of the hair tie you had in it, letting it fall down around your shoulders. you swept it back from your face a little and he was in absolute awe, mouth hanging slack open, eyes barely blinking.

"Gareth." you said again, snapping him from his little trance, "do you want some coffee? i think you need some." you laughed.

he just smiled and nodded, watching as you walked out of his room. he heard the soft sound of your voice as you greeted his mother, explaining that you were passed out on the back couch last night, hence why you slept over. he spent the time you were gone thinking of things that grossed him out, a haste attempt to get rid of his raging hard on. you walked back into the room, two mugs in hand. one of them, your favourite one from his house, it was green and painted with leaves and cool wildflowers. it had a little heart in the bottom saying "hi there", it always made you smile. his mother had made it, being the amazing artist she was. she had made mugs for each of Gareth's friends, and this one was yours. you handed Gareth the mug that you and his mum had made for him a few years ago, it was a weird shape, had a love heart shaped handle that made holding it really difficult, and had Tommy Lee painted on the front, a joke you and Ms Emerson had started when you found a picture of the rockstar in Gareth's room, framed, you both teased him saying he had a crush on the man. Gareth rolled his eyes and took the mug from you, you made it exactly how he liked it. it's not like you hadn't before, but just the idea of you remembering how he liked his coffee made his heart flutter. you sat back down on the bed beside him, sipping on your green tea, something his mother had influenced you to love.