(I found this in drafts, i had completely forgotten about it and hadnt posted cause I couldnt think of a title lmao, this sucks)
Davids POV
I feel somebody pat my leg and say something. I groan annoyed and turn, trying to avoid the light and go back to sleep.
The said person sighs and shakes my leg lightly, repeating whatever they said. "P'ss off 'm tired le'mme sleep" I mumble, feeling my throat being slightly scratchy. I move my leg trying to get the hand to stop annoying me.
He sighs again, louder this time and runs his hand up and down my leg. "Come on David, we're meeting the girls in an hour" Simon says.
My eyes open in surprise. My mind instantly races, 'why is Simon here? Why is Simon waking me up? Why is simon running his hand up and down my leg oh fuck' I bite my lip, extremely grateful that he cant see my face, and other places.
"Mmmh fine, i'll get up" I pray he doesnt notice i practically moaned, that would be far too embarrasing.
"You better, if youre not up by the time I get back im throwing water on you" he taps my leg and I hear him chuckle. "Yeahyeah" I pretend to be annoyed, finally as he leaves I exhale, having held my breath a little too long.
I groggily sit up, looking around. Seems im in his guest room, I still cant remember why im here. I rub the sleep out of my eyes and move to stand up. I look down, im in an opened shirt and pjs. I button the shirt.
My cheeks get even redder as I struggle to remember. 'Did he do that or did I?' I ruffle my hair and walk into the bathroom once ive calmed a bit more down. I begin washing my face and look at my reflection in the mirror.
"I need a haircut, that much is for sure" I mumble to myself. "Glad to see youre actually up, I doubt you have time to get one before lunch at a hairdresser." I look up surprised at Simon standing in the doorway, leaning against it grinning.
"How could I ever show myself to the outside world looking like this" I say, pretending to be aghast. "I dont know how you show yourself to the world ever" he quips back. I stick out my tongue at him and roll my eyes, smiling.
"If you want to I think I could cut it?" I stop drying my hands for a second and stare at him, shocked. "You can cut hair?"
He laughs and shakes his head, rubbing his neck. "Well, not profesionally but if it really bothers you and you just need a trim im sure I could do it"
I walk over to him and poke at his chest playfully "Simon the hairdresser? Are you sure, I mean if you cut your own hair it all makes sen-" I narrowly escape his attempt at punching my arm as I run past him laughing.
"David come back im not done with you!" he chases after me, laughing aswell. I hold my hands up in surrender. "No dont attack me! Can you actually cut my hair?" I grin sheepishly.
He rolls his eyes and stops a few inches away from me. "Yes why else would I say it" he looks at his watch "we've still got some time, want to do it now?". I grin smuttily "Oh yes I want to 'do it' now" I wink, he groans but smiles. "Just answer the damn question David". I nod.
He grins enthusiastically and seems practically excited. "Alright! Right okay, go and get a chair to the bathroom, ill be there in a second"
I nod again, smiling at how cute his excitement is. Just as im about to go he pats my shoulder, saying "oh and you should probably change shirt, unless you want to wear a shirt with hair all over".
I finish the last button and shrug the shirt off. I stand helplessly for a moment as I realize I dont have another shirt to put on.
"Hey uh Simon?" I call after him. "yeah?" I turn, hes standing by the door again. I notice his eyes widening slightly as his eyes run down my upper body. A smutty reply gets stuck in my throat and all I can do is ask my question with a crack in my voice. "Do- I uh need another uh shirt?"
