It's just after 8am when I quietly stalk into the living room. Normally, I wouldn't be up this early on a Saturday, but I'm on a mission. A very secret mission. I'm glad Wilson is still asleep, I must have really wore him out last night.
I gently place Wilson's hand into the bowl of warm water I just placed next to him. I hate repeating things, I don't want to become predictable. This will have to do though, I'm pressed for time and this will keep him busy for a while if he wakes up before I get home.
It's just after 11am when I return to my apartment.
"Greg! Is that you?" I hear from down the hall.
"Yes, James. I'm home!" I quickly go to the bedroom and hide my purchase in the closet.
"Could you possibly tell me why you find so much amusement in making me wet myself in my sleep?"
I pop a couple of Vicodins before leaving the bedroom. "Amusement? I'm not amused. The whole apartment smells like piss now."
Wilson appears in the bathroom doorway. He raises his eyebrow when he looks at me. Like he's going to figure something out by studying me.
"Besides, I don't like what your implying here. What makes you think I did anything? Maybe you have some bladder control problem. Good thing I did kick you to the couch. I don't want to wake up in a puddle of pee."
"I don't have a bladder control problem! I'm not the one who stuck my hand in warm water!" Wilson exclaims.
"That means someone broke into the apartment. You didn't lock the door last night?"
"You were to last one to come in last night!"
"But you're suppose to be the responsible one. What if someone breaks into the apartment and kidnaps me while your busy wetting the couch and not locking doors?" It was really hard to say that with a straight face.
It was worth it though because Wilson shakes his head and laughs. "Who would want to kidnap you?"
I shrug. "I don't know. I have a lot of enemies. It could happen."
"Maybe if you were nicer to people..."
"Totally over-rated. It's easier to just keep you around to protect me from any kidnapping attempts."
Wilson kisses me. "Is that the only reason you keep me around?"
"Yeah, it's certainly not because you're house broken."
Wilson laughs. "I think we need to buy a new couch."
"No, you need to buy a new couch. You made it smell, you're buying."
"You needed a new couch long before now."
I just shrug and Wilson frowns. "You're not coming with me? I never picked out a couch before."
"Fine, I'll come, but only because this place stinks."
Wilson rolls his eyes. "Stop exaggerating. The couch smells a little. Everything else is cleaned up"
After a few hours of couch shopping, we return to the apartment feeling exhausted. The delivery guys took the old couch away and brought in the new one.
I let myself fall on the couch and pop some Vicodin. "This is like the most comfortable thing I've ever sat in."
Wilson sits down next to me. "This is a lot better than the other couch."
"Just don't wet this one."
Wilson sighs. "It's your fault." He mutters as he leans his head against my shoulder.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever." I say. I put my arm around Wilson's shoulders and pull him a little closer.
"My back hurts." Wilson says sadly.
"Want some Vicodin?"
Wilson shakes his head.
"Want me to feel sympathy for you?"
"It would be nice."
I chuckle. "Fine. Get up."
Wilson looks surprised. "Seriously?"
"Yeah. Seriously."
Wilson stands up and I turn on the couch. I rest my back against the arm of the couch. I stretch my left leg along the back of the couch. Then, I motion for Wilson to sit down.
Wilson sits with his back facing me. "Are you comfortable?" He asks.
"Yeah, I'm all drugged up. I feel fine." I say as I put my hands on his shoulders.
I feel Wilson start to relax almost instantly. "Take off your shirt." I order.
Wilson just raises his arms up.
I roll my eyes and reach for the hem of his shirt. "You're so spoiled." I say as I pull the shirt above his head.
"Yes, because you are normally so caring." Wilson says sarcastically.
I toss the shirt to the floor. I reach out and rub Wilson's shoulders. "You know, I'm only doing this so you'll be fit enough for some mind blowing sex later, right?"
"I figured it must be because of something like that. Last night wasn't enough for you?"
I smile when I feel Wilson shiver under my touch. "Fine, if last night was enough to satisfy you, I can find sex elsewhere."
"Don't even joke about that."
I gently kiss Wilson's neck. "You know I only have eyes for you."
"Are you trying to say that you love me?"
I gently move my hands across Wilson's skin as I wrap my arms around him. I rest my chin on his shoulder. "I love you." I whisper softly, my lips brushing against his ear.
Wilson closes his eyes and it sounds like his breath catches for a moment. "Does that mean I get to sleep in bed with you tonight?"