Jesus, insomniac that he was, didn’t really ever sleep through the night. But Chad had definitely had more than a little to drink, which in addition to their later... escapades... meant he dropped right off to sleep while Jesus went through his typical unruly wakefulness. Which turned out to work pretty well, since as he’d nodded off Chad had promptly stolen the covers and Jesus’ pillow. Shit, he looked so comfortable Jesus was jealous for a minute.
Eventually he’d left Chad in the bedroom and carried out typical unable-to-sleep routines like prepping breakfast, tidying the flat, making some business calls, hanging out with his dog. And then he did some unusual ones like hiding everything in his house related to drugs and alcohol. He managed to fall asleep around 2am, and actually slept until 7 for once. Chad was still fast asleep, and still absolutely unforgivably adorable for someone he’d just had sex with.
So Jesus got up, took Flower for a run, came home, showered, and started breakfast, and when he padded back into his room he finally saw stirrings of life from the blanket monster that had monopolized his bed.
“Buenos dias, angel,” he smirked. “How’d you like your eggs?”
@chad-redding
