semi-automatic ; j.d

sixty three ; birthday boy (part one)

this chapter is short cause i'm splitting it up so yeah here goes nothing

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at exactly eleven fifty-nine, june seventeenth, josh wakes up to mia nudging him.

"huh? what's wrong?" is the first thing he asks while his half-asleep mind catches up to him. he picks his head up from the pillow and blinks his eyes rapidly.

mia watches him with a shy, slightly guilty smile. "wait a second," she whispers before looking down at her phone screen. within a few seconds, the digital clock changes to 12:00.

"happy birthday, baby," mia says, giggling.

when he realizes that his girlfriend woke him up just to say happy birthday to him the first possible second, he exhales heavily.

"i was dreaming." his mumbling voice is low and rough, which is inarguably attractive. he closes his eyes and presses the side of his face against the soft pillow.

she practically melts at the sight of him, all sleepy and pouty. "sorry, j, i just wanted to be the first to wish you happy birthday. what were you dreaming about?"

his cheeks redden. "um, things," he says dismissively before rolling over onto his side facing away from her.

"what kind of things?" she persists, already knowing the answer based on his reaction.

"not pg rated thing," josh mumbles back. he then pulls the thick white blanket over his head and exhales through his mouth.

mia grins, amused at his words. "is that what you want for your birthday present later?" she muses, joking-okay, half joking.

he lets out a frustrated groan. "you make it extremely hard to fall asleep when you talk like that."

"okay, so you don't want a birthday blowjob?"

"babygirl, quit it," josh insists, his lips crumbling and a soft laugh coming out. he rolls back over and peeks out at her from the top of the blanket. "can we revisit this topic in the morning when i'm not exhausted?"

mia shrugs as if saying she'll think about it. "i dunno."

he sighs heavily yet again, because a birthday blowjob is definitely on his wish list but right now the only thing stronger than how badly he wants to fool around with mia is how tired he is.

"there's literally twenty four hours left of my birthday, and i want to spend at least the first eight of them sleeping," he says, matter of a factly, while moving his arms out and pulling mia into his chest. "which includes cuddles. lots of them."

she settles into the comfort of his embrace and presses a soft kiss to one of his broad shoulders. "m'kay, birthday boy. whatever you want."

"that sounds either ridiculously kinky or like i'm five years old."

"you're a frickin spaz."

"love you too, baby. now shut up so i can fall asleep."