Mitch shot up out of bed with a jolt, the sheet that was already half off the bed when it fell down the rest of the way. His brain, as well as his eyesight were fuzzy, so it took him a minute to understand his surroundings. Mitch looked over at his boyfriend, who was as close to falling off the bed as the sheet was. He grabbed Jerome's arm and tugged so his entirety was laying on a pile of blankets.
The taller smiled faintly when the bacca grabbed onto Mitch's arm, soon after letting it go limp and land on his pillow with a soft bounce. Petting the younger's face fur, he leaned down and kissed his forehead, then began maneuvering himself out of bed.
He carded a hand though his hair when he walked into the adjoining bathroom, switching on the light and looking in the mirror. "Fuck…" He groaned, attempting to rub the sleep out of his eyes, but the action was fruitless. He grabbed his head in his hand, while the other stayed firmly planted onto the counter. After about a minute of light, he decided that he would at least try to get some rest.
When he walked back into the bedroom, the bacca was still fully asleep. Mitch mentally cursed Jerome for being able sleep while he was wide awake at… 2:37 in the goddamn morning.
"Ughhhhh." The amber haired man hopped into bed, turning himself around only to whine as his neck started bothering him again. He sat up again and ran both of his hands against the bruised skin. Jerome was honestly starting to get on his nerves, like majorly.
It seemed like everyday something bad happened to him that just somehow managed to be Jerome's fault. His wrists burned from the rope, his neck ached, all because of him. So, Mitch deserved to wake Jerome up and bitch about what was bothering him, didn't he?
He began to shake Jerome's arm until he woke, knowing he wouldn't dare swat away his hand. "Wake your fluffy ass up." Almost in tune with Mitch words, Jerome began to open his eyes. Lifting his body up a bit, he turned on the lamp beside their bed.
"Mitchell… It's 2 in the morning, what on Earth could you possibly want?" He complained, only to have Mitch grabbed his paw and tug it around his shoulders.
"My neck huuuuuuuurts." Mitch mumbled, stuffing his face into Jerome's arm. Jerome groaned and heaved his frame against the headboard, moving Mitch around so he was sitting on the furred male's lap.
"Yeah, it will." Trailing a careful paw against the bruising skin, Mitch winced, swatting the paw away. He turned his head to the side carefully, crossing his arms judgmentally. "Don't… do that." Jerome moved up on the headboard more, grabbing Mitch's hip to steady himself. "I don't like it when you do that." Mitch didn't humor Jerome with an answer, only turning his head more when he spoke.
Jerome frowned then slipped his paw up Mitch's nightshirt, allowing it lay just above the hem. Mitch turned his head back and gave Jerome a dirty look.
"The fuck do you think you're doing?" He asked.
Jerome shrugged. "I dunno..." He shifted his hips around a bit, pushing Mitch closer to him. "Stuff." He slid his paw up Mitch's shirt a little more before the taller grabbed his wrist.
"Not happening." Mitch took Jerome's other wrist in his hand and pinned them both to the headboard. He slowly lifted himself out of Jerome's lap, letting go of the bacca when he did so. "You tried to kill me. So, no."
The brunet laid down on the pillow, only to have Jerome spoon him from behind. Mitch rolled his eyes, half-heartedly trying to push him off with his hips. Due to the small height difference between the two, Mitch hips only ran along Jerome's lower abdomen. Jerome just decided to be a bitch and stay clung to his boyfriend back.
Now, Mitch didn't really mind what he was doing, actually it was quite calming, so he wiggled his way deeper into Jerome's embrace. The shorter noticed this and smiled into the nape of Mitch's neck, moving one of his paws down to the others ass, pushing his luck just a bit too far.
"Jerome, honey..?" Mitch asked sweetly, grabbing Jerome's hand that was laying on his hip. Jerome smiled, thumb petting the waistband of his pants.
"Yeeeeeees?" He cooed.
"If you don't want me to cut your dick off and shove it down your throat, I highly recommend taking your filthy hand off my ass." Mitch grabbed Jerome's hand and laid it down on his side, patting the back of his paw. "You can still spoon me if you want, but don't think you're getting anything at all like sex tonight."
Jerome frowned, tighting his arm around the man's waist. "Fine..." He pressed a small kiss to the back of Mitch's neck. The taller yawned, pressing his hands together and laying them under his head. A few minutes later and Mitch was fast asleep, and now it was Jerome's turn to be awake.