Mine, Mine, and Mine. (HIATUS)

Chapter 6

WARNING: Om folks, we getting explicit.

JASON

I woke up to the sound of clattering in the kitchen. Mason lay dead asleep next to me and Grayson half way on the floor knocked out.

Must be Michael.

I yawned, sliding off the bed. I struggled to lift Grayson but with a grunt he was on the bed. I pulled the sheet over my sleeping brothers before leaving the room. I gently closed our bedroom door even though I knew they wouldn't even flinch. They slept like bears.

I heard another clang and a soft curse came from Michael's mouth. I slowly made my way down the stairs and turning to my right looking in the kitchen.

There stood Michael on his tip toes trying to reach above the cabinets.

Yes above the cabinets. 

Call us cruel but, we put the pans Michael likes to cook with out of his reach so he has no choice but to struggle or ask us for help. Michael wasn't short, but he was shorter than us. He could barely reach the top shelf of the cabinet on his tippy toes. So one can only imagine how hard he struggled for the top of the cabinet.

I leaned against the kitchen archway and watched as he jumped trying to reach the top. My eyes drifted down to see his attire. He wore a graphic tee and a pair of basketball shorts.

And I must say he looked good.

His shirt raised slightly as he jumping with effort. A glimpse of his side had me biting my lip. I nearly lost it when I saw his ass jump in his shorts. I couldn't resist and a small groan left my lips startling Michael.

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MICHAEL

As I jumped trying to reached the top of the damned cabinets, I heard a groan. I turned so fast I nearly gave myself whiplash. Landing on my butt I saw Jason standing in the archway of the kitchen.

"For fucks sake Jason, stop being so silent, how long you been standing there?" I shook my head.

"Just came down." He entered the kitchen walking towards me.

I hummed in response. He now stood in front of me with his hand out. I looked up about to reach his hand when I realized how close I was to his... lower half. I gulped averting my eyes grabbing his hand.

He pulled me up with little effort.

"Well you know the drill, get the pans." I was about to sidestep him to move out of his way but he had already closed me in.

We were close, real close. My back presses into the counter, a centimeter between us. His body heat made it feel like we were touching.

"Which pans?" He looked down at me.

"T-the one I use for eggs and the one I use for bacon." I gulped.

"The black pan set or the red ones?" He felt around above the cabinets.

"Doesn't matter." My breath got caught in my throat when he moved a step closer.

We were now pressed together. I'm sure he could feel my heartbeat banging against my rib cage. Feeling the heat radiate from his body made me heat up. I could feel a blush rising to my cheeks. I don't know what's wrong with me, maybe I'm getting sick...

'Cough cough me too,' Issac, my wolf, faking a sniffle he continued. 'sick of your bullshit.'

'Fuck off Is-' my sentence abruptly ended when Jason stepped closer.