50 Shades of James

Window

“James? You awake yet?” The pounding on the door made Aleks groan, slowly pulling open his sticky, sleepy eyes.   

“Five more minutes,” he mumbled into his pillow.

“C’mon, James, it’s almost noon and we have work to do today!” The voice outside obviously hadn’t heard him.

Aleks was about to shout back at Eddie, like he did every morning, but at the moment he opened his mouth, his connected several things: the weight pulling down the other side of the bed, the (now sweaty) arm that lay under his neck, the scratchy blanket that was most definitely not his, and the legs just barely tangled with his own. He caught his voice and quickly swallowed down any of the sounds he had been about to make.

Rolling over despite his sore body’s protests, Aleks came face to face with a snoring, drooling James.

“Gross, dude.”

He reached over and gingerly pushed James’s mouth closed, but it immediately feel back open as soon as he removed his fingers. His scoff was masked by more raps on the door.

“I’m gonna come back in five minutes,” The voice—who Aleks now recognized as Dan—warned through the wood. Crap. Well, he was wide awake now.

He held his breath and listened as Dan’s footsteps faded down the hallway. Once it was quiet, Aleks grabbed James’s shoulder and shook him vigorously.

“Wake up,” He whisper-shouted. “Wake the fuck up!”

It wasn’t until Aleks was shaking James hard enough that the bed springs were creaking and screeching like an angry crow that James’s eyes finally began to slide open. The drooling mouth snapped closed with a click of teeth and he smiled drowsily as he spotted Aleks leaning over him.

“Hey there,” James grunted, stretching, his voice gruff with sleep.

Aleks couldn’t deny that it was hot, but he had no time to think about it right now.

“James, it’s morning,” he whispered urgently, tugging blankets off of his sleepy companion.

“Yeah, so?” James yawned back, sitting up and rubbing his eyes.

“It’s morning and I’m in your room.”

The brown eyes finally shot open all of that way as comprehension fully pierced his mind. “Oh.”

Aleks pushed himself off of the bed and ran a hand down his side—shirt and pants, check (thank god they had put clothes on before their cuddle session and eventual decline into sleep)—and began searching for his socks. On the other side of the bed, James was rising, too, dragging a hand down his face in a half-hearted attempt to wake himself up a bit more.

“The window,” He mumbled.

“What?” Aleks was almost under the bed in his effort to reach his left shoe.

“The window. It’s not a far drop, and then you can just come in the front door and act like you slept in one of the other rooms and went for a walk or some shit before the others got up. I assume the others are up?”

“Yeah, Dan’s—“

“—James? Are you up yet? Don’t make me come in there!”

James whipped around at Dans’ voice from beyong the door, his mind spinning drearily but luckily still quickly.

“My dick is currently exposed so if you’d give me ten minutes to cover it up, thank you very much!” He shouted in reply.

Aleks, again, kept still until he heard Dan walking away (although this time there were mutters of “fucking grumpy” and “didn’t have to yell”).

“Alright, okay, window. Let’s get it fucking open.”

“Right, I got it.” It only took James a second to get there, and he pulled on the frame hard with both hands. “Ow! Shit!”

Aleks’s questioning look was met with a sheepish grin. “Dead arm,” James explained, dangling the offending limb out in front of himself as evidence.

Aleks rolled his eyes. “Whatever, dude.”

“Hey, your head is fucking heavy!”

The Russian raised his eyebrows with the faint promise of a smile on his face. “How about I open the window, okay?”

He strode over and unlocked the latch first—giving James another mocking look as he did so—and pulled open the panes with ease.

Voices floated up from downstairs as Aleks swung one of his long legs over the ledge.

“Wait!”

James pressed a small key into Aleks’s hand, “So you can get back in”.

Aleks pressed a small kiss to James’s lips, “So you’re not deprived of my morning breath”. He grinned as James made a face and attempted to cough out the bad tasting stench in his mouth, and let himself drop down from the window.

He landed on a small grassy hump and let himself roll gently down. Yeah, he probably looked like shit, and yeah, his body ached a bit from the impact, but he did it. He wasn’t sure that their relationship was exactly a secret at this point (unflattering thoughts of Eddie came to mind) but at least they’d avoided the embarrassment and teasing thus far.

And it had been kinda fun.

Pushing himself to his feet, he trudged around the corner of the house and to the front porch, adrenaline wearing off and leaving him even more tired than he was when he woke up. He did manage a small smile, though, as he used the key James loaned him to unlock the door, opening it just as a very surprised Dan was walking by.

“Aleks? What the hell?”

“Uh, I slept here last night and, uh, went for an early morning walk, just, uh, y’know.”

“Never though you’d be the ‘early morning’ type… and wait, why’s there grass in your hair?”

“I, uh, tripped and fell.”

Dan chuckled, gesturing for his friend to come in off the porch. “Sounds like something Koots would do. We’re starting Treetopia in half an hour, IF JAMES WOULD EVER WAKE UP!”

James descended from the stairs just after Dans’ shout, unshaven and wearing rumbled, hastily thrown on clothes. “I’m here, I’m here, don’t get your asshole in a twist.”

“Perfect. So Seamus is setting up and…”

Aleks tuned out Dan as James met his gaze with a mischievous smirk.

No. He thought. It’s not perfect. But I’m beginning to think  it could be.

AN: Aw, look how cute it is. Too bad I'm going to shatter all of it soon enough. Jeamus shippers, anyone? Heh heh heh.

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