Day 5: Only One Bed
Sometimes your weighted blanket keeps you comfy.
Other times, it suffocates you and you want to kill it with fire. XD
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The Bats were in charge of this mission and extraction was not for another ten hours. It had been a grueling day and all they wanted to do was sleep. The safehouse wasn't exactly a safehouse. More like a small room to hide in with barely a futon, a dingy bathroom and some supplies in it. At least it's clean.
Tim was so tired he just flopped onto the one small futon after his shower and closed his eyes. Not even the sight of Jason's naked abs could make him move from this spot. It helps that they've been married for three years. And he was dead tired.
"Oomph!" Tim choked when a heavy weight dropped on him from head to toe.
"Hmm. This bed is so comfy." Jason wiggled above him, deliberately squishing him into the thin futon that he would probably leave a man shaped indentation outlined like one of those crime scene photos from ye olden days.
"Jason, if you don't get up, I will stab you in the kidneys."
"Always right to the stabbing with you." Jason groaned and tried to maneuver to his side.
"In the League, we were taught to stab first then ask questions later," he replied as he finally got to breathe again. "Besides, I will only stab you a little bit. Light affectionate stabbing."
"Jesus." Jason's grin was infectious. "There will be no stabbing tonight. I have enough bruises as it is." He wrapped his arm over Tim's waist and pulled him over so they can lay on their sides and sort of still not fit on the futon. "Let's just get some sleep. You can stab me with your dick when we get home."
"Deal." He was buying this place a bigger mattress for next time. Just in case.
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