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POV: Jes

"Are you a sucker for punishment, Bible?" Jes asked coldly as they drove home.

Bible, sprawled across the backseat with his hoodie half up and the kitten curled in his lap, looked up, frowning. "What are you talking about? I never said that."

Jes' fingers twitched on the steering wheel. "Your actions said it loud and clear." He checked the rearview mirror, eyes narrowing. "You know what happened last time."

Bible just turned his face away, cheek pressed against the cool glass. He refused to sit next to Jes in the front, and Jes hadn't had the energy to argue. Not when he could already smell the alcohol on him. Not when he could smell perfume, sweet, floral, clinging to his hoodie like guilt.

It made Jes' stomach twist.Was that it? A cheap girl?That's your type?

He gripped the wheel tighter.Fine. Then this whole thing had no future. A year max. Let the contract run dry. No strings. Done.

So why did it bother him so damn much?

Why had he spent the whole day in a haze during his meeting, checking his phone, thinking of Bible's stupid pout?

And why—why—had his gut dropped when Job stopped answering his texts?

Jes' temples throbbed. He didn't get headaches. This whole situation? A migraine in slow motion.

He was a rational man. Calculated. Organized. Heart flutters? Romantic emotions? No thank you. His life had a system: gym, work, overpriced cologne, four bottles of imported Fiji Water in the fridge at all times. Predictable. Clean. Perfect.

And now?

He was driving his drunk husband home. His probably cheating, perfume-scented, emotionally unstable husband, who was cuddling a stolen kitten like they were in a Disney movie gone wrong.

Jes exhaled sharply through his nose.He had specifically said the kitten stays.

Bible had looked him dead in the eye and said, "Well, he's already emotionally attached to me."

"I'm emotionally attached to my sanity," Jes had muttered. Didn't matter.

Now there were two living creatures in his car that required care, attention, softness.

He didn't order this.He didn't subscribe to this.Where was the unsubscribe button?Where could he return this nonsense?

He glanced in the rearview mirror again. Bible was dozing, his cheek squished against the window, hoodie half-fallen, the kitten curled up like a smug little demon of chaos on his lap.

Jes had to look away.

His jaw clenched so hard it clicked.This week had wrecked his entire sense of balance.What was this feeling?

He wanted to scream. Or sleep for nine years. Or yell at God.

Instead, he hit the blinker. They were almost home.

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"I'm not carrying you in," Jes repeated, tugging lightly at Bible's ankle like it was the most inconvenient object on earth.

Bible blinked again, still drunk, still dreaming. "You're so strong though... just one lift. Use those muscles you always flex for no reason."

Jes paused.

"You're dreaming, I swear," he muttered, standing up straight and rubbing his temple.

The kitten yawned. Bible mumbled something that sounded suspiciously like "husband rights" and curled tighter into his hoodie, one hand over the kitten like it was a priceless treasure.

Jes stared.

He stood there, arms crossed, fully prepared to leave the drunk idiot in the backseat to freeze and snore all night.

But the cold night nipped at his skin.And Bible's lip quivered in his sleep.And the kitten meowed softly—once. Just once. Like it was asking please.

"God... damn it."

Cut to: Jes carrying Bible bridal-style, kitten tucked awkwardly under one arm like a loaf of emotionally complicated bread.

"I can't believe I'm doing this," Jes muttered, shifting Bible in his arms as he made it through the front door. "Fuck, you are damn heavy."

From the bundle of hoodie, limbs, and kitten: "Or you just... weak..."

Jes stopped in his tracks. Blinked.

He looked down. Bible's eyes were still closed, face smushed against his chest like the world's most judgmental marshmallow.

"You little—"Jes considered dropping him. Right there. Carpet burn and all. Let natural selection sort him out.

But instead... he sighed. Loudly. Dramatically. Theatrically.

"You're lucky you're cute," he mumbled.

He kicked the door shut with his heel and carried his living insult up the stairs—grumbling the entire way like an overworked single dad who only signed up for a goldfish and got two feral gremlins instead.

As soon as they got to the bed, Jes dropped Bible onto the mattress with a thud.„Bible, at least take a damn shower. You stink of booze, smoke, and whatever cheap perfume you rubbed up against. And the kitten's not sleeping in our bed," he said, clearly annoyed.

Bible groaned, face buried in the sheets.„Mmhh... just five minutes," he muttered.

"No. Now." Jes crouched and grabbed his shoulder to shake him awake.

The kitten stood nearby on the mattress, watching the chaos unfold.

"See? Even the cat's up," Jes snapped.

"MAAAN! JUST LET ME REST!" Bible suddenly shouted—and without thinking, he grabbed Jes by the collar and yanked him down.

Jes stumbled and crashed right on top of him.„Shit!"

Bible's eyes flew open, locking with Jes's.

Both of them froze. Eyes wide. Breaths shallow. Faces close enough to feel each other's warmth.

No one moved.

Then—of course—Bible opened his mouth.

"I saw two men having sex... at the race," he blurted.

Jes blinked. Hard. His face immediately flushed red. Bible saw it—and, goddammit, started turning red himself.

"What...?" Jes was genuinely speechless. Still hovering inches over Bible. Still feeling the guy's heartbeat thumping under him.

"Two guys. One was... y'know. Doing the other one," Bible continued, dead serious. "I didn't mean to! I got trapped, okay? I didn't choose this life. Is that... cheating?"

Jes stared at him. "Are you for real?"

Bible nodded solemnly. "I was covering my ears, I swear. I didn't watch! Just... heard stuff. Some stuff."

Jes groaned, more flustered by the second. "You... don't have to tell me this."

Public speaking? Easy. Giving orders? Fine. Handling a drunk Bible confessing accidental gay sex trauma while lying under him?

Yeah. Not in the training manual.

"I know," Bible mumbled, eyes still wide, "but I needed to share my trauma with someone. And since you're literally lying on top of me and we almost kissed accidentally—it, uh, reminded me of it."

Jes's jaw dropped. Like actually dropped.

Bible, completely unfazed, tilted his head. "You have a rosy tongue."

"What?" Jes snapped, stunned.

Bible kept going. "And this position is getting kind of uncomfortable. You should lie on the bottom so I can be on top. I think that's our dynamic anyway. You're more of a bottom energy."

Jes immediately shut his mouth. Hard.

"Mmmmh, I don't think so," Jes said then with a smirk, voice low and cocky.He grabbed Bible's thighs firmly, shifting his weight until Bible instinctively spread his legs.

Jes's hands slid downward, fingers pressing into muscle as he gripped and clapped against his thighs, slow, deliberate, claiming.

Their hips met through the tension of their pants, the sudden friction pulling a soft, unguarded sound from Bible's throat.

Jes leaned in, breath hot against his ear.„See?" he whispered, lips brushing the flushed edge of his earlobe. "Fits like a glove."

"That's... not true," Bible muttered, though the conviction in his voice was crumbling fast.Whatever confident top energy he'd started with was fading under Jes's touch, collapsing with every breath against his ear.

Jes was completely focused now.That soft earlobe—flush from heat, pierced with that little silver ring Bible always wore—was too tempting. He leaned in again, lips closed over the ring, tugging it gently, tongue flicking at the skin as he sucked the warm metal into his mouth.

Bible froze for a second. Then his hands clutched at Jes's arms.„Sto—stop... I'm sensitive there..." he stuttered, voice light, almost whimpering.

Which, of course, made Jes want to do it even more.

"Yes you're very sensitive," he murmured against Bible's ear. "Makes me wonder if your pale ass still has my red handprint on it."

Bible's reaction was immediate. He gasped and hid his face with both hands. "Don't remind me of that now, you pervert!"

Jes only grinned wider. "I am a pervert, Mr. Voyeur? And I can feel your dick is hard."

He chuckled low in his throat. Why was teasing him this fun? It was driving him insane in the best way. And yet, there it was again, one inch away from kissing Bible's lips. Just one inch. But he didn't.

Too many rational thoughts, too many boundaries in his head still intact. And yet... he was still a man. A man who had been through hell this week because of the beautiful chaos pinned beneath him.

So no, he wouldn't kiss him.Not yet.

He wanted Bible to beg for it first.

"I'm hard because I'm under the influence of alcohol," Bible muttered, pouting. "And I haven't had sex in almost a decade because I had to marry a stranger. And now I have to live in the same house, sleep in the same bed as you. How's a guy supposed to take the edge off when someone's watching him every second, even sending a babysitter?"

Jes couldn't help but laugh, a sharp sound that cut through the air. "So you're just horny as hell, and that's why your body's reacting like that?"

"Exactly," Bible said, still pouting, his face flushed but defiant. "So, if you don't mind, I need to use the bathroom now." He gave Jes a gentle but firm push.

Jes raised an eyebrow, his amusement almost too easy. Still, there was something else simmering under the surface. "There it is." He gestured toward the bathroom. Bible stumbled toward it, the door closing softly behind him.

Jes collapsed onto the mattress, the cool sheets against his heated skin. He let out a muffled scream into them, the frustration, desire, and uncertainty swirling together. His body, too, was on fire.

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As Bible stepped out of the bathroom, steam trailing behind him, a towel slung low on his hips and droplets of water gliding down his chest, Jes felt the heat rush back into his body. Thank God he was already under the bedsheets—Bible couldn't see what kind of chaos he was causing just by existing. Damn it. He really did have a beautiful body. Jes swallowed hard.

"Aww, kitty, you're sleepy already?" Bible cooed as he flopped down next to Jes on the mattress.

Jes pretended to be absorbed in a book, though he wasn't reading a single word. He'd used the time while Bible showered to bathe the kitten in the kitchen sink, comb its fur, and feed it some leftover tuna he kept for emergencies. Tomorrow, they'd have to go buy actual cat supplies. Something told him Bible wasn't planning to part ways with the kitten any time soon.

"I fed it. Gave it a bath too," Jes said calmly, eyes still on the page.

"Oh really? So you're officially our kitty now?" Bible said in a squeaky, affectionate voice.

"Your kitty. Not ours," Jes corrected dryly, instantly regretting the phrasing.

"So it can stay?" Bible asked, patting the kitten and glancing at Jes with sparkling eyes that made his chest tighten.

"Yes, but you're responsible for it. And you have to teach it not to destroy my furniture," Jes replied, already sounding like a responsible dad.

"Yes sir!" Bible saluted with a grin.

"We should give him a name," Bible said thoughtfully.

"How do you even know it's a male?" Jes asked.

"I don't. Just a feeling, I guess."

"We'll take it to the vet and find out," Jes muttered.

"Mmm... but we still need a name. How about something that works for both boys and girls? Like... Tiny," Bible said, pointing at the kitten's tiny nose.

"Tiny? Why?"

"Because it's so smol. Like my hands." He held up his palms, and Jes instinctively lifted his own to compare. Their hands touched, wedding rings glinting under the lamp. Jes noticed Bible was still wearing his ring—and for some reason, that made him smile.

"Tiny, huh? It'll probably grow though."

"Yeah, but it has that 'Tiny energy.' You know?"

Jes nodded, then frowned at Bible's damp hair and bare chest. "Dry your hair. And at least put on a shirt. You'll get sick."

"I like the freedom," Bible chuckled, standing up and giving Jes a full view of his flexed chest muscles. "What do you think? I train every day."

Jes forced himself to look away. "Just put on a damn shirt and come to bed. I'm tired." He reached over and switched off the bedside lamp.

Even if the whole day had been a mess, the night was shaping up to end on a surprisingly soft note.

How long that peace would last... was another story.

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POV: AuthorAwwww omg the sweetest couple on earth. And GOD... just kiss already!! You're in the same bed, under the same roof, married, what more do you need, a divine sign?!