hangover morning

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POV: Bible

Bible squinted his eyes open, the light peeking through the curtains hitting him like a passive-aggressive slap. His head felt heavy, but not as bad as it could've been—thankfully, he'd had the genius idea to drink some water before passing out. Small wins.

He groaned softly and rolled over. And immediately froze.

The first thing he saw was not the ceiling. Not his phone. Not even the cat.

It was Jes.

Sleeping. Right there. Peaceful.

Bible blinked a few times, like maybe he was still dreaming or seeing things. But no. Jes was asleep on his side, facing him, his breathing slow and steady. And worse: he looked—soft. Like unnervingly soft.

Bible's heart did a weird flip.

He quickly ducked under the covers like some kind of embarrassed turtle. But curiosity won out. Peeking again from behind the safety of the blanket, he studied Jes's face more carefully now that he was close enough to count pores.

Jes's eyebrows were faintly drawn together like he was dreaming something intense. His lashes were short but dark and neat, giving his sleepy eyes a gentle kind of shape. Bible had always thought Jes had cold eyes—but now, in sleep, they looked... almost pretty?

No, stop it. What are you even thinking? he screamed at himself internally, but still, he kept staring.

Jes's jawline was ridiculously sharp. Like it could slice apples. His skin was absurdly clear—annoyingly so. And his lips? Way too soft-looking for someone so annoying. Bible bit his lip. Okay. He's not my type. Definitely not. But like, maybe... objectively handsome. In an irritating way.

And then, like his brain couldn't help itself, the memory of the night before came crashing back.

Jes's breath against his ear. The fingers brushing down his legs. The stupid, husky voice. Jes wasn't even drunk—why had he done that?

Bible pulled the blanket over his head again and whispered to himself, "I need a break."

"From what?"

The sudden low, sleepy voice nearly made Bible launch out of bed.

His eyes widened under the covers. Goosebumps shot down his arms. What the hell. That voice, raspy from sleep, a little deeper than usual, why was it doing things to his spine?

He peeked out from the blanket, playing it cool like he hadn't just been hiding from the man lying next to him.

"Mm... from drinking. Maybe." Bible mumbled quickly, barely catching the words before they tumbled over each other. That was a save, right? He dared to look up—and instantly regretted it.

Jes was awake now, propped lazily on his elbow, his dark brown eyes still heavy with sleep, soft and a little unfocused. The morning light caught in his lashes, casting a warm glow over his face. He looked... annoyingly good.

Bible blinked.

Girls would probably die for this view. he thought. Like post it on TikTok with romantic music and 500k likes.

Jes just stared at him for a moment, quiet, and Bible had no idea what to do with the eye contact. So naturally, he did the only thing he was good at—awkward chaos.

"You snore," he said flatly, even though Jes absolutely didn't.

Jes squinted at him. "I don't."

"Why are you here?" Bible asked instantly, his voice a little too sharp for someone still wrapped in a blanket burrito.

Jes blinked, amused. "Where else would I be?"

"At work?" Bible replied, his tone tilting halfway between confused and defensive. "Like always?"

It came out way too fast, way too wife asking why her husband didn't go to the office today—and Bible immediately bit his lip like he wanted to stuff the words back in. Damn it.

Jes smirked, because of course he noticed. "So... you want your husband to stay home more?" he teased, eyebrows lifting.

Bible internally combusted.

"I did not say that," he muttered, flopping dramatically onto his back, eyes locked on the ceiling like it held the answers to life, love, and why Jes was so damn close this morning.

Jes shifted beside him, making the mattress dip slightly. "Well," he said, casually tracing a light line along Bible's bare arm with his fingertip. "I thought I'd take a day off... to spend time with you."

Bible froze.

"With... me?" he croaked, eyes still wide at the ceiling.

Jes didn't answer immediately. His fingers kept brushing softly along Bible's arm, sending traitorous goosebumps in all directions.

"Yeah," Jes said finally, his voice quieter now. Almost shy. "With you."

Bible closed his eyes.

This is too much for a casual hangover morning, he thought, arms covered in goosebumps and brain covered in no thoughts, just panic.

Someone send help. Or pancakes. Or both.

"Let's eat something," Jes said calm, his voice still a little sleepy. Bible was so relieved they were finally getting out of bed.

"Let me shower first," Jes added as he got up, stretching a little. "Then I'll make us breakfast."

Bible nodded and stood up too, yawning and rubbing his neck. Instinctively—maybe still half on autopilot—he followed Jes as he headed toward the bathroom.

Jes stopped at the door, turned around, and raised an eyebrow. "You wanna shower with me?"

Bible blinked, heat rushing to his face instantly. "I– I wasn't... I mean, I didn't—"

Jes smirked. "Aww, are you shy now?"

Bible looked like a deer in headlights.

Jes leaned on the doorframe, clearly enjoying himself way too much. "Hmm, let me think... what was it you said again on day one?" He cleared his throat and put on a mock-deep voice, dramatically imitating Bible. "'We're all men, it's like football and showering after the game, bro!'"

Bible looked personally attacked. "That was different!"

Jes chuckled, stepping back into the bathroom. "Sure it was. So, are we doing team spirit or solo shower?"

Bible groaned and covered his face. Why is this man like this?He turned on his heel. "You're impossible," he mumbled, walking away, but definitely not before catching a glimpse of Jes's smirk and a little too much skin.

This house was dangerous. The real prison wasn't the mansion. It was this man.

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"I took the day off... No, I told you not to call me today... What's urgent?... Ugh, fine. I'll come into the office later. Just tell them I can't leave right now. Bye."

Bible stood just around the corner, overhearing Jes's voice from the kitchen. It didn't take a genius to figure out what was happening. Their quiet morning, the one Jes had kind of promised, they both knew it was slipping away.

Bible let out a soft sigh. Not that it mattered. It wasn't like he was waiting around for him or anything. He wasn't that type. Still, he couldn't help the small sting of disappointment rising in his chest. Just a little.

But it was fine. Bas had come back yesterday. They hadn't talked properly in forever. Bible could spend the day with him. That would keep his mind off whatever this... awkward almost-honeymoon mood was.

He stepped into the kitchen just as Jes was putting his phone down.

"It's okay," Bible said, casually. "You don't have to stay. My brother's back from Japan, so I'll probably spend the day with him anyway."

Jes looked up, surprised. There was something soft in his eyes—something that dimmed for a second. "Your brother?"

"Yeah. Bas."

Jes blinked. "Oh. I've never met him."

There was a beat of silence, then Jes cleared his throat. "If you want... you two could stop by my office later. I was actually planning to show you around."

Bible hesitated but gave a small shrug. "Maybe."

Jes looked down at his coffee cup. "I'm sorry, Bible."

"It's fine. No big deal. I've got plenty to do," Bible said, grabbing an apple from the counter like it was no thing. But deep down, he couldn't shake that feeling. Like something simple and nice had been right there—and now it was gone before it could really begin.

While Jes was at work, Bible decided to hit the gym. He swam a few laps, then headed home, fed the kitten, and even went out to buy a bunch of supplies—food, a cozy bed, toys. He set it all up in a little corner of the living room, making it look cute and warm, like something from a Pinterest board. The kitten instantly curled up in the fluffy blanket, and Bible watched it for a while, zoning out.

But he was still tired. The kind of tired that clung to your bones. Before dealing with his brother, he figured he'd lie down for a moment.

Back in the bedroom, he spotted something on the bed, Jes's pajamas. The grey ones he always wore. Bible picked them up. The fabric was very soft.

"What a square," he muttered to himself with a smirk. Typical dad vibes. Classic, boring, soft cotton dad pajamas.

But still... soft was soft.

Instead of sleeping shirtless like usual, he slipped on the top. As he pulled it over his head, the scent hit him—clean, citrusy, that very specific "Jes" smell. Comforting. Masculine. Familiar. Bible paused, closing his eyes for a second as he took it in.

Shit. Why does this smell so good?

He inhaled again, slower this time. The shirt was warm from the sunlight pouring through the curtains, and the scent somehow made his chest tighten—not in a bad way.

He collapsed onto the bed, his shirt still pulled up over his nose, clinging to the fading scent of Jes. His whole body burned. The same heat that overwhelmed him the night before Jes came too close was back in full force. Bible shut his eyes, breathing in deep, letting the memory wrap around him.

His hands began to roam, mimicking Jes's touch—tracing his arm, gliding down his thigh. A soft moan slipped from his lips. Shit. Even through the thin pajamas, he could feel how sensitive his nipple had become. His skin ached for more, for release. Why wasn't he here ?

He shoved his pajama pants down, slipping a hand beneath his underwear, still hiding behind the veil of Jes's scent. What would Jes do to him if he were here right now? Would he touch him like this—slow, teasing strokes that made him crave more? Bible's other hand slid beneath his shirt, fingers tugging at his chest, massaging, playing with the hard peak as he worked his length faster.

God, it felt so good.

Would Jes take him in his mouth? The thought alone nearly undid him. What else would he do? Would he...?

A new, unexpected image flared in his mind—something inside him. He paused. He'd never explored that part of himself, not even out of curiosity. He couldn't quite picture the sensation, but the idea of Jes doing it sent another wave of heat crashing through him. It was terrifying, thrilling.

I'm so lost, Bible thought, his head spinning.

His fingertips brushed the wetness gathered at his tip, using it to slick one hand. Just to try. He could stop if it hurt. It was only curiosity, after all. Spreading his legs, still working himself with one hand, he slowly pressed a finger against his entrance.

It felt strange. Not quite wrong, but not yet right.

As his finger pushed in with some effort, Bible winced slightly. It wasn't exactly painful, but it was tight, foreign. How the hell could anything bigger even fit? The thought alone made his body tense, but his mind betrayed him, drifting to what he'd once glimpsed of Jes's lower half.

The image hit like lightning—raw, intimidating, and impossibly arousing. That inside him? It made his stomach twist with nerves and heat, his body caught between fear and wanting. The idea of being filled like that seemed overwhelming, maybe even painful, but something deep inside him ached for it anyway.

He moved his finger tentatively, sliding it in and out, unsure of what he was even doing. It felt strange and clumsy, but his other hand kept stroking, chasing that unbearable heat that had built up for far too long.

It didn't take much more. He was so worked up, so helplessly turned on, that a minute later he came—shuddering, breathless, back arching with the force of it.

Silence followed. Only the sound of his own breathing filled the room.

His hand fell away, chest rising and falling, and a flush of shame crept up his skin.

What the hell did I just do?And all while thinking about Jes?

He buried his face in the shirt still clinging to Jes's scent, caught somewhere between guilt and longing, his heart pounding like he'd crossed a line he couldn't uncross.

"...God," he whispered, staring at the ceiling in shame.

Then he looked down at himself, totally a mess, and muttered, "You're a menace, Bible. Absolute slut behavior."

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POV: AuthorOh my, what did Jes do to poor Bible that he's now having steamy solo sessions in his pajama shirt? 😳 That man really said, "let me cook eggs once," and suddenly Bible's out here losing his damn mind. Anyway—sorry for the late update, life hit me like Jes hit Bible with that fake-husband charm. I have a mountain of work after vacation. Sniff sniff please send help (or Jes, I won't complain). Stay tuned, chaos is still brewing and Bible's not even halfway through his gay panic.