Thursdays were your days. They were your day for you to do your homework and have Shawn love on you as you did so. He'd order you food, clean up the mess afterwards, play with your hair and kiss your forehead while you worked, encouraging you to finish up what you could in order to allow the two of you some free time for the weekend. That way, you'd be able to go out and do as you pleased whether it was going out to dinner with his parents or hanging out at the bar across the city, the two of you were always out on the weekends. Today however, was Thursday which meant that you had loads of work to plow your way through before you could even consider stepping foot outside the house tomorrow night. Shawn, as amazing as always, had decided to order the both of you Chinese take out. It was gone as soon as it had arrived, the both of you starved and stressed over his music and your work. About an hour after finishing the food, Shawn cleaned up the mess for you and placed his guitar back in his office, cleaning up his sheets upon sheets of what could have been lyrics. Then, he planted himself on the couch directly next to you and played with your hair while he watched the television.
Unlike him, you couldn't get frustrated with your work and set it down for the night seeing as there was a deadline on yours. Shawn had been trying his hardest to get a jump start on SM4 but lately the stress of it has been getting to him. After just returning home from his festival run and the holidays around the corner, your days were busy.
Shawn's eyes moved from the TV screen to stare at you as you typed furiously, your fingers moving at the speed of light. You had been working for four hours on your essay now, and all you wanted was to be done. You hair was falling out of the messy bun you had put it in earlier due to Shawn's hands messing with it, and your glasses were slipping down the bridge of your nose every couple of minutes. You didn't notice him, too entranced by the work at hand to focus on him for too long. His hand began to wander through, as his mind traveled to a not so innocent place. It took you awhile to catch on to his subtle advances, but when you did, it became increasingly difficult to focus.
It began with his fingers running up and down the length of your arm in a soothing way, but soon enough those gentle fingers started to tease across your collarbone. You didn't think anything of it, Shawn was naturally very touchy with you. He was always hanging overtop of you, or holding your hand, pulling close, planting pointless kisses along your skin. He always wanted to feel you beneath his touch, a silent, constant reassurance that you were real, that you were there. You didn't mind one bit when Shawn got into these moods, you enjoyed the feeling of his hands running across your skin, tracing soothing circles into it. But, these hands weren't being used for reassurance, these hands were on you for a completely different reason. Slowly, his hands moved their way down from your collarbone and to the bottom of your shirt, playing with the hem. That's when you knew what he was up to, but you allowed him to continue, finding it amusing.
His eyes scanned you as you continued to work, he was sure you would've gotten the hint and pushed him away by now, but you hadn't. He was confused to say the least. Thursdays were not the day for him to be doing something like this. Thursdays were the days that comforting, supportive, loving Shawn was needed, not horny, uncontrollable Shawn. Yet, here he was sat next to you, uncontrollably needy for you, thinking you hadn't gotten the hint yet. He watched you reach up to push your glasses further up your nose before getting back to working on your essay.
Sighing, he sank back into the couch next to you, his touch pulled away from you. You glanced at him for a second to see him pouting, eyes focused on the TV screen. You ignored it though, not sure what to do with him, seeing as there was only one thing he wanted at the moment and that one thing was not something you had time to give him. He watched as your gaze fell from him and then back to your computer screen, a loud huff escaping him right after in an attempt to grab your attention once more. You heard him, loud and clear, and you were well aware of what the huff meant, but you didn't give him the satisfaction he was looking for, rather you began to type quicker, in an attempt at pissing him off.