Jake leaned over the couch, looking down at Piers' pleasantly sleeping form. He was stretched out across the sofa, barefoot in faded jeans and a white t-shirt. His eye lids fluttered as he dreamed. Jake rolled his eyes "Even when he's sleeping, he still pisses me off.' he smirked "But at least he's quiet." He turned away, about to leave when he heard Piers mumble what sounded like his name. Curiously, he looked back at the man in time to see his lips move. He bent down over the back of the couch, straining to hear, when he felt strong arms quickly wrap around his neck and pull him over. He landed with his back against the cold wood floor and Piers' body on top of him. He felt the man's full weight pinning him down. His knees planted on either side of his hips, his arms pinning his shoulders back. He stared up at the soldier with bewilderment. He was about to speak in protest when his words were abruptly cut off by Piers' lips pressed against his. His mouth was force open in a hungry, passionate kiss. Jake pulled away in shock "Are you crazy?" He blurted as he searched the other's eyes for some clue as to what was wrong with him but all he saw was his bright emerald irises staring back lustfully. His cheeks turned a light shade of pink. Piers just smiled as he kissed down Jake's jaw, leading a trail down to the crook of his neck where he nipped at the tender flesh, leaving small red marks in his wake. Jake blushed, fight back the moan that crept into his throat. He pushed on Piers' shoulders to make him stop but he just grabbed Jake's arms and pinned his wrists above his head. "What's wrong?" his voice was smooth, quietly seductive, making it harder for Jake to resist. His body moved against Jake's, as he pulled down his shirt and kissed his exposed collarbone. "You, bastard." Jake quickly exhaled, biting back another moan. Piers smiled as he slipped his free hand up under Jake's shirt, trailing his fingertips along his abdomen. "Stop that!" He ordered, his voice wavering as he squirmed under Piers' gentle touch. His cheeks flared a deeper shade as he gritted his teeth in frustration. Piers' fingers danced at the boundary where Jake's jeans began. "Don't even think about it." It seemed more of an order for himself, not Piers. Piers responded with a smile before bending down and leaving a gentle kiss on his cheek. ... Jake's eyes flew open as he sat bolt up right in bed. He panted, looking around the room. He let out a sigh of relief "I'm alone." He touched his cheek, remembering the feel of his lips. The warmth of his body. then the realization struck him. A deep cold feeling filled the pit of him as he spoke quietly, his head drooping "I'm...alone." He shivered in the darkness of his empty room.