Two Halves Make a Whole (Straight Furry Story)

2.1 - Romance Hangover

A bunch of fluff and a make out session. What more could you ask for?

"—ackie? Jaaackieeeeeeee? Jackie!"

What a wonderful way to wake up. All sarcasm intended. I mean, I assumed it was Echo—the high pitched voice and all—so it wasn't that bad, but why was I so tired? I involuntarily grunted and tried picking myself up, failing for two reasons:

1. My back was practically jello, but not even the good kind, and...

2. Something pulled back on my arm as I made a futile attempt to move.

What?

"Did you and Skye have sex last night?"

"No we didn't, Ech—" I started to say until I realized what he said. What Echo, the 10-year-old little cute, adorable brother of mine who probably doesn't even know what s-e-x actually is, said. So blatantly and blunt at that. "I can guarantee that I did not have sex last night and why would it concern Skye?"

Echo just glanced down at the floor near me. I looked in that direction and realized what it might've been that he was talking about. It was Skye. And a lack of... clothing? I know she didn't just fall asleep in a bra and I'm-not-even-gonna-look-down-there-ies last night, or I guess early this morning. Did she change? I guess it does get hot in New York apartments, but how did she do it so quietly and sneakily? Hell, I must've been really worn out after what we did last night.

"Well it looks like you two just had sex."

I felt a weird vibration and a subtle chuckle following suit. Skye must've woken up from her questionably peaceful slumber. "Echo, you are the cutest thing ever!" She said, somehow snuggling against me more than she was when asleep. Now at least two-thirds of her body was covering my limp, not-functioning one.

I looked at Echo who blushed. "I thought we already decided that I was the cutest," I fake-whined to Skye, who simple buried her self into my neck after kissing my cheek.

"I guess you can call yourself that, Jax. Mmmmmm," she let out a low hum/moan as I wrapped my arms around her tightly and kissed her up and down her jaw and neck.

"EEEEWWWW STOP IT!!!!" Echo screamed in disgust after seeing us show our affection. He put his hands over his face not letting the light reflecting off of us to hit his eyes.

"Shhhhh, you don't want to wake the neighbors," I reminded him, knowing that New Yorkers aren't the best folk to piss off.

"Speaking of neighbors," Skye began, looking over at me while still managing to lay on top of me, "one of them, Mrs. Jenkins I think, kinda also thought that we were, um, doing the do, so to speak."

I really hope my face projected how mortified I was.

A stranger thought that I had sex, loud enough so that she could hear it from the floor below.

Great.

Great first impression, Jax.

"It was four in the morning when you had just fallen asleep, and Mrs. Jenkins knocked on the door. She was holding a paper bag in her hand which means you know what, not even mentioning the fact that her breath reeked of alcohol. Anyway, I greeted her and she immediately started yelling at me to stop 'fucking my boyfriend' and to 'shut my horny ass up.' I tried to explain how we weren't doing that but she didn't listen. I'm honestly surprised that you didn't wake up, considering how loud she was being."

"Well, you really wore me out last night, so I blame you for that." I rolled my neck, a satisfying pop ringing from it and tried to pop my tight back. "That might have been the worst sleep I've had in weeks."