Los Angeles; ksimon

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Smut warning

The dim light of the moon shone down on the two bodies in bed, illuminating pale fingers held tightly onto wrinkled, messy sheets and hickeys across both lovers' skin.

JJ's hands ran up the younger's sides gently as he slowly thrust, the smaller feeling weak and vulnerable underneath his dominant's touch.

It was slow, passionate even, as the elder made love to the boy- every touch sending shocks of electricity through his skin.

Simon couldn't stop the stream of quiet moans falling past his smooth, pink lips- shaky hands coming up to grab JJ's and lace their fingers together.

JJ's head drops into the crook of Simon's neck as he gently pins his hands down- whispering sweet nothings into the younger's ear.

Simon could feel it, the tug in his abdomen becoming more and more apparent with every touch JJ gave him- that mixed with his lover's low moans sent him spiralling.

He was so close, so so close-

Simon jolted awake.

His shirt was soaked with sweat along with an obvious tent in his joggers making him blush heavily, eyes flickering over to where JJ lay in bed fast asleep, a morphine drip connected to his arm.

He was panting heavy, now sitting up straight from his original slouched position he had fallen asleep in, more awake than ever.

He'd been having those dreams more often than not lately, every night putting a different scenario in his head as to what JJ could be doing to him if he wasn't stuck in bed.

Where they came from, he had no clue, all he knows is that he's stuck in this small, cheap chair next to JJ's bed and uncomfortably turned on with no one to turn to for help.

That's become the case every night.
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JJ's POV
A small smile rests on my lips as I watch Simon sleep, his head resting on the edge of the bed I'm currently laying in- his quiet breathing being the only thing I can hear in the dead silent room.

I told him he should get a hotel, or even sleep in one of the other rooms this place offered, but he insisted on staying- and I wasn't about to reject him.

Josh said I'd only be on bed rest for a few more days, the pain wasn't as bad as it used to be, but that could just be the morphine talking.

I watch as one of Simon's hands starts to grab tighter onto the bedsheets, his breathing speeding up ever so slightly to a small pant.

Worry fills my mind, is he having a nightmare?

That wouldn't be an odd occurrence with him, but this one seems different than the others, he'd usually be thrashing around- even having tears in his eyes.

I'm brought back to reality, though, when a small whimper slips past his lips- his eyes squeezing shut tighter than they were as he grips the sheets harder.

I'm about to wake him when something else stops me, the tiniest moan of "JJ" coming from him making the worried look on my face turn smug.

This wasn't a nightmare, oh no, it was far from it.

His lips part slightly to let out a quiet whine, followed by another moan that was louder than the last.