34
Simon
Tap.
Tap tap tap.
Simon woke, but didn’t open his eyes. It was early, and all he wanted to do was sleep.
Tap.
Tap tap.
The air mattress had mostly deflated overnight—not surprising, considering how Harlow had fucked him into the ground for what had felt like hours. Simon’s ass was still sore, and his body was stiff from having spent the night on the hardwood floor.
Last night had been worth the pain.
Tap tap tap.
Tap.
Tap tap.
Someone was tapping his forehead. Simon squeezed his eyes shut and batted at the offending force. His attempts at sending the thing away were unsuccessful. It kept going.
Tap tap.
Tap tap tap.
“H,” Simon grumbled. He swatted at the space above his forehead, hoping to send the thing away. “H,stop.Wanna sleep…”
Tap tap tap.
“H!” Frustrated, Simon opened his eyes. Jayne—not Harlow—leaned over him, one eyebrow raised, his eyes alight with mischief.
Simon screamed, but it came out as a squeak.
Jayne winked. “Told you so.”
“J-Jayne!” Simon squawked. He made a mad grab for the blankets and tugged them over his naked body, but the damage had been done. Jayne had seen him naked, which in itself wasn’t all that big of a deal, except that Harlow was passed out, also naked, beside him. “I… I…”
“Shep and Evie are going to be getting up soon,” Jayne warned. He stood up straight and casually brushed a few wrinkles from the legs of his slacks. “You might want to put on clothes and clean yourself up. Either you had a really bad case of seasonal allergies last night that only a naked Mr. 18D could help you with, or there’s cum dried in your hair.”
Simon gaped at him, unable to string together a single syllable, let alone a sentence.
“Anyway, I’m off to work. Parker has been fed, and I put him down back in his crib. He’ll probably want to play sooner rather than later, but I’d rather you do that after you wash up. And since you’re going to be heading downstairs to do laundry today, based on the look of the sheets on the air mattress, can you stop by the corner store and pick up a pack of chocolate chip cookies? I’m feeling indulgent, and I won’t have a chance at getting any dick of my own until the weekend. Chocolate will have to do.”
“Y-Yeah,” Simon whispered. His voice was hoarse. “Sure.”
“Thanks.” Jayne beamed. “I’ll be picking you up birth control, just FYI, so expect a private meeting in my room when I get home. See you after work.”
“See… see ya.”
Jayne winked, then headed for the door. “Military men,” he mumbled. “Always forward asfuck.”
