I've Got Your Picture, I'm Coming With You Part 5
As always, I don't own anyone, none of this is real, blah blah blah, you know the drill.
The next time my body decided I should be conscious was probably somewhere around midday. About five minutes after Alex climbed back into bed with us, all three of us were asleep. Speaking of all three of us, I could feel Alex tucked right up against my back, but I couldn’t feel Jack anywhere, not even when I stretched my arms right out in front of me. I slowly opened one eye. Nope, no Jack on this side of the bed. And with me around, I doubted he was snuggling Alex. The arms wrapped around me squeezed me tight and the voice that they belonged to told me that Jack was in the bathroom.
“I was that obvious, huh?”
“Nope, I just know you that well.” Alex snuggled closer, which I didn’t think was possible. “It’s still too early, can we go back to sleep?”
“Sure honey.” I pulled away and Alex whined. “Hang on, honestly, you’re so impatient.” I pushed Alex’s shoulder so he was lying on his back and tucked myself in under his arm, cuddling into his chest.
“Comfy now?” came the snarky reply to my actions.
“Very much, thank you. You make a good pillow.”
“Pillow that can make you scream, Bloss. More sleep?”
“Don’t I know it, baby. Stop talking and we can go back to sleep.” Alex and I had... played... before, under Jack’s supervision of course. I felt the bed dip beside me, and I knew Jack was back. Alex had obviously noticed too, the arm he had wrapped around my back lifted, and Jack tucked himself in next to me. I didn’t feel Alex drop his arm back down, so it must have been wrapped around Jack. A girl could get used to sleeping like this, curled up in between the two boys she loves most in the world.
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“Whoever’s hand that is, it needs to move. NOW.” Being woken up by being manhandled is not fun. Even if they mean well. All of a sudden there were four hands on me. This could only mean one thing, and boy, was I NOT in the mood. “HANDS OFF.” The hands quickly removed themselves. Sitting up, I looked around to see if I could work out what they were up to. The room was so dark that I had to wonder if a) I had my eyes open and b) if I had a blindfold on. There was only one reason for this; the boys really wanted to play. “Can’t we just sleep, please? Give me another 2 hours and I’m all yours.” Apparently they’d thought about my bargaining tactics earlier. The reply came from the left of me.
“Bus call is in 4. We don’t get another hotel room for a week and a half.” I groaned and flopped back onto the bed, narrowly avoiding Jack, from the sounds of the sheets moving. “We’ll play nice, I swear.” A.K.A. no kinks. At least if they did play nice, Matt wouldn’t have to explain the amount of blood on the sheets to both the hotel and the police, this time. Most of it was fake, but it took Matt nearly 3 days to look any of us in the eye again.
“Petal, sit up for a minute.” Jack slid in behind me and pulled my back tight to his chest. He began trailing his fingers all over my stomach, working his way up under my shirt, begging into my neck “Please play Petal, we’ll be good, I promise, just please play? Please.” Damn it Jack.
The next time my body decided I should be conscious was probably somewhere around midday. About five minutes after Alex climbed back into bed with us, all three of us were asleep. Speaking of all three of us, I could feel Alex tucked right up against my back, but I couldn’t feel Jack anywhere, not even when I stretched my arms right out in front of me. I slowly opened one eye. Nope, no Jack on this side of the bed. And with me around, I doubted he was snuggling Alex. The arms wrapped around me squeezed me tight and the voice that they belonged to told me that Jack was in the bathroom.
“I was that obvious, huh?”
“Nope, I just know you that well.” Alex snuggled closer, which I didn’t think was possible. “It’s still too early, can we go back to sleep?”
“Sure honey.” I pulled away and Alex whined. “Hang on, honestly, you’re so impatient.” I pushed Alex’s shoulder so he was lying on his back and tucked myself in under his arm, cuddling into his chest.
“Comfy now?” came the snarky reply to my actions.
“Very much, thank you. You make a good pillow.”
“Pillow that can make you scream, Bloss. More sleep?”
“Don’t I know it, baby. Stop talking and we can go back to sleep.” Alex and I had... played... before, under Jack’s supervision of course. I felt the bed dip beside me, and I knew Jack was back. Alex had obviously noticed too, the arm he had wrapped around my back lifted, and Jack tucked himself in next to me. I didn’t feel Alex drop his arm back down, so it must have been wrapped around Jack. A girl could get used to sleeping like this, curled up in between the two boys she loves most in the world.
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“Whoever’s hand that is, it needs to move. NOW.” Being woken up by being manhandled is not fun. Even if they mean well. All of a sudden there were four hands on me. This could only mean one thing, and boy, was I NOT in the mood. “HANDS OFF.” The hands quickly removed themselves. Sitting up, I looked around to see if I could work out what they were up to. The room was so dark that I had to wonder if a) I had my eyes open and b) if I had a blindfold on. There was only one reason for this; the boys really wanted to play. “Can’t we just sleep, please? Give me another 2 hours and I’m all yours.” Apparently they’d thought about my bargaining tactics earlier. The reply came from the left of me.
“Bus call is in 4. We don’t get another hotel room for a week and a half.” I groaned and flopped back onto the bed, narrowly avoiding Jack, from the sounds of the sheets moving. “We’ll play nice, I swear.” A.K.A. no kinks. At least if they did play nice, Matt wouldn’t have to explain the amount of blood on the sheets to both the hotel and the police, this time. Most of it was fake, but it took Matt nearly 3 days to look any of us in the eye again.
“Petal, sit up for a minute.” Jack slid in behind me and pulled my back tight to his chest. He began trailing his fingers all over my stomach, working his way up under my shirt, begging into my neck “Please play Petal, we’ll be good, I promise, just please play? Please.” Damn it Jack.