#inter:jack

Music. It was one of few things that Malakiah constantly had playing in his home. Regardless of whether he was home alone or hanging out with people. Something was always blasting over his speakers. Currently Rebel, Rebel by David Bowie was the soundtrack ringing in his home. Which was suiting because he had been spending the evening with Jack. They’d already downed a few drinks and enjoyed more than one Pixie cupcake that Kia had thrown together. He was making them some food when the idea of inviting Jasper over to join them popped into his head. The red head had enjoyed his cooking before and the cupcakes were actually for him. He had promised to make them after all. 

After sending a quick text off to Jasper, Kia put his phone down and went back to cooking. “Hey!” He yelled over the music. “Jasper is swinging by. You know him yet?” Kia asked as he moved around the grilled cheese in the pan. Yeah, it wasn’t the most spectacular meal but he had the muchies that only butter, bread, and cheese could cure. “Pretty sure you two will get alone like a house on fire. Plus he’s hot as fuck. Super easy to look at.” He added with a lopsided smile.

Stepping away from the stove, Malakiah pulled up his joggers a bit and leaned back. His wings stretched out as he looked at Jack. “Bring me the brandie would ya?” Kia asked pointing to the coffee table in his living room. He hadn’t bothered putting on a shirt as he hated to wear one in his own home. It’s not like Jack and Jasper hadn’t seen him naked before. Why be uncomfortable when he could just relax and enjoy the night with two of his favorite people. 

It was early evening by the time that Sammy woke up in Jessie’s bed. The day people would have already done everything they needed to but for Sammy, things were just starting. Or they should have been. He was being lazy. Sue him. He just got laid. He was back with his wifey and life was good again. Stretching out, arms above his head, Sammy let out a loud yawn before curling back up into a ball under the covers. He was supposed to start stalking a new victim today. Find out the schedule, plan away to kill and then take care of things from their. 

But, dear god, did he not want to get out bed. 

His neck and thighs were prickled with little pin holes and bruise marks from being drank from. The slight ache of them only made Sammy feel more like a lazy cat then he would have without them. The setting sun wasn’t helping any either. Its warm rays had started to lull Sammy back to sleep when the front door swung open. He rolled over in Jessies bed but didn’t uncover himself. Instead he just closed his eyes and waited. 

It was probably Jessie, right? Either coming back for a round two or coming to tell him to fuck off. That’s just about the only thing that would get him out of that bed too. He was just too comfortable. Hell, maybe not even Jessie could get him up now and that was really saying something. For his Hubby and Wife, Sammy would do just about anything. Anything, but perhaps, get out of this bed.