By my last break I already had to tell three people that I couldn't work their shift this weekend. I wasn't sure what party or concert or event had everyone rushing to be off, but there wasn't a single chance I'd miss an opportunity to spend an entire weekend gaming with Bakura, Kek, and Marik. I tried to be polite about it, but my eyes burned with fatigue, and my head was light with exhaustion, and if one more person asked me to cover their shift I was going to scream.
After my break, I spent the rest of the day scanning scrapbook accessories and covering up their price tags with clearance stickers. It was redundant busywork, but at least it allowed me to daydream for the last two hours before my shift ended. I tried to think about our Monster World campaign, but everything sorta spiralled out of control and somehow became a group nap fantasy.
It'd be so nice. To curl up, half buried in people. Bonus points if the kittens curled up beside us. Although, R.I.P. Kek's kitten if he pounces on Kek's foot again. Then again, if he's half as tired as I am, he won't have the energy to chase a kitten around the apartment today. I hope he wants a nap. Maybe I can't have my fantasy cuddle pile, but I sure won't turn down cocooning myself with Kek before falling asleep in his arms.
I was sleepwalking by the time I clocked out for the day. Kek waited for me as usual. He yawned as we started walking down the street.
"Want to take a nap when we get home?" He asked.
"I love when you speak my fantasies out loud." I smiled at him.
He snorted, but the corner of his mouth quirked upward in a grin. He looked up at the sky, "I was thinking of Hamyaa."
"For what?" I asked, not understanding.
"His name. It means Protector."
"Oh that's sweet." I nodded. "I was thinking about naming mine Jason."
"That's… why?"
"His face is white, but there's little gray spots on his nose that make me think of a hockey mask."
"Hockey mask?"
"Have we not watched Friday the 13th?" I gasped.
"Nope."
"Well, dammit. We'll have to watch it, then."
"Is it gorey?"
"Of course!"
A broader grin lit up Kek's face. "A date with you and a gruesome horror movie? Now you're speaking my fantasies out loud."
"My fantasy first. I'd fall asleep during a movie right now."
"Same." Kek dropped his head.
When we got home, Marik and Bakura were already sleeping on the sofa. Must have been nice to sleep in and take a nap in the afternoon. Still, they looked adorable. They looked like literal angels with all Marik's golden and Bakura's feather-white hair twined together against their pillows. I wanted to cup their faces and smile when they woke up from the touch. Marik's kitten was on Marik's chest and Bakura's and mine were on either side of Bakura's feet. Uh-oh, that meant Hamyaa was loose somewhere in the house- probably ready to pounce on Kek's feet the moment we laid down.
"I'm strong enough to carry Marik to bed if you can get Bakura," Kek whispered into my head.
I covered my mouth as I giggled. I could carry Bakura, at least the short distance to the bed. I mean, what a shame we were all napping, but in separate rooms, right? My giggle turned into a sigh. One last moment I stared at them before going into the kitchen and finding the cat food Bakura had brought home with him. The second the kibble hit the dish, all four of the little furballs swarmed the bowl. I gave Jason a quick stroke and left them alone to fight it out.
Hand-in-hand, Kek and I walked into our room and snuggled under the covers. I buried my face against his chest and melted into the halo of warmth surrounding him. He had showered at the gym and had a faint scent of soap clinging to his body mixed with the warmth of the sun that had soaked into his skin as we walked. It was such a lovely, simple smell, and his chest was so warm and broad as I crushed myself to him, that I couldn't help but spider walk my fingers up his back as I held him. I was still dizzy tired, but that somehow didn't stop me from from pressing little kisses against his body in hopes of riling him up. I knew I had succeeded when I heard the familiar, comforting kekeke escape him.
We tugged each other's shirts up over our heads so we could draw on bare skin instead of cotton. My fingers circled around his nipples, and I watched in fascination as they perked up from my gentle touch. I couldn't resist, and my tongue rolled over the buds and circled around them. Kek gave a muffled huff through his nose, trying to be quiet. We always try to be quiet, but we're awful at it. I get carried away, and the moment I give in to all the noises I want to moan, Kek gives up even trying to repress himself. We're gasping as our hands travel lower, hips, tummies, pelvises. Kek is still sculpted like a god and his cock tented up his sweat pants in a way that begged me to slip my hand below his waistline. Kek gasped loudly, and I pressed my finger against his lips, teasing him with muted little shhhh, shhhh, shhhh's.
He grit his teeth and growled against my finger, getting back at me by grabbing me in return. His hand was more warm than his chest and it wrapped all around my shaft. I bit my bottom lip, breath sputtering in my throat as I try to keep quiet myself. I didn't want to wake them up, but each stroke made it harder. I bit Kek's throat. His breathing grew rough and uneven, but he managed not to call out, holding out as long as I did. Sharp, shivering jolts of pleasure stabbed through me, I bit harder, I bit harder, but in the end it was too good not to through my head back. The scream was silent, my mouth an O and my cheeks burning like Kek was the sun and I was too close, like his heat might melt my wax wings, but like Icarus I couldn't help but fly higher. My hips bucked-bucked-bucked-bucked-bucked-
"Hey guys, sorry if you're asleep, but I was wondering if you wanted- shit! Sorry!"
Fuck.
Seconds before the joy of orgasm could flood through me- Marik walked in.
'I'm really sorry." Marik laughed, leaning against the door frame and staring at the door, but I noticed his eyes kept flicking in our general direction.
We sat up, my arms were crossed over my chest, but Kek crossed his fingers behind his head and leaned back like an open invitation. I almost laughed. I wished I was that comfortable being naked in front of someone new. Then I remembered that I wasn't the only one in the room with scars, and I lowered my hands down to my lap, less conscious of my chest.
"You were so quiet, that I honestly thought you were both asleep." Marik stared down the hallway. "You're never quiet."
"Sorry," I muttered. "We try."
"I don't." Kek combed his spikes with his fingers.
"Anyway. Just wondering if you wanted take out? You made dinner for us last night, and I wanted to return the favor, but I don't know how to cook."
'Yes, thank you. That's very sweet."
"Damn, I'm going to have to go on a calorie cut once you leave." Kek shoved a pillow over his head.
"Do you want something specific?" Marik glanced back in our direction.
Kek lifted the pillow up enough to talk. "A double bacon cheeseburger- Bakura knows the one-"
"But you were just bitching about-"
"Yeah, I know, but I'm tired, and stressed, and kinda frustrated at the moment, so fuck it. Cheeseburger."
"Ryou?" Marik tried to look down the hallway again, but everytime he spoke, he'd turn back to us.
"Milkshake please."
"Dinner, Ryou," Kek shot me a look.
"With fries." I grinned.
Kek used his pillow to smack me and I burst into laughter, grabbing at his wrists and trying to keep the pillow away from my head. Kek slung his leg around me, and before I knew it, we wrestled ourselves off the edge of the bed, tumbling naked onto the floor. Fortunately I was only half hard, or it might have hurt more than it did, but it still wasn't a pleasant landing, and then Kek started tickling and my heel struck the sideboard of the bed as I kicked out.
"Oh no! Stop! Help! Marik, make him stop!" I screamed in laughter as Kek's fingers dug into my ribs.
"Okay, well… I guess I'll leave you two to your nap." Marik snorted, grinning, but not helping.
Dammit Marik, be chivalrous a rescue me!
Clothing optional for all daring rescues, naturally.
I shrieked again as Kek tickled lower on my ribs. I couldn't even tell if it tickled more or if it was starting to swing back to foreplay.
"Bakura! Help!"
I wanted it to be Marik, but he looked too flustered to move, so perhaps Bakura would save the day. And by save the day, I mean somehow knot everything together like he did when he had kissed me the first time.
Bakura did appear, my thief in shining red hoodie. He walked right up to Kek and poked his forehead.
"Sunflora."
"Dammit! Don't call me that in front of Marik!" Kek wrapped a sheet around his waist and leapt back onto the mattress.
I stared up at Bakura. A little shocked. Why… wasn't he doing anything? I was lying helpless on the floor and instead of dragging Marik over to us, he wrapped a blanket over me and grinned like he was doing me a favor. Bakura, you IDIOT! Don't be a decent human being. You've never been a decent human being one single day in your life and I forbid you to be decent THE ONE TIME I need you to be a selfish prick!
"What's a Sunflora?" Marik asked.
"What?" Bakura and I both screamed at once.
"How do you not know that?" Bakura asked, grabbing Marik and leading him into the living room. "Let's go get dinner and then I'll catch you up on the anime while they sleep."
I rolled my eyes and slipped back in bed next to Kek as we heard the door open and close.
"Hey Ryou?" Kek asked.
"Yeah?"
"They're gone now."
I lidded my eyes, staring at Kek like I wanted him to pounce on me. "Oh? Are they?"
"You know what that means?"
"Hmmm?"
He threw the blankets back to the ground and pinned my wrists over my head. "That means we can be as loud as we want."