“Jack,” Bitty whines, throwing his head back. “I am so tired. I can’t do this anymore.”
“Come on, Bits. You’re almost there,” Jack says encouragingly.
“But I’m so sleepy,” Bitty complains. “My arms are heavy. My fning—ah!” Bitty huffs. “My fingers hurt. Listen, I’m slurrin’ all my words.”
“Look at me.”
Bitty spins the desk chair to look at Jack, and pouts.
“You do look tired.” Jack gazes at him, eyes narrowing.
“So tired,” Bitty professes. “I’ll finish up tomorrow.”
Jack sighs. “That essay is due at nine am.”
Bitty bites his lip. He’s well aware of that. “Sleep though, Jack. Sleep.”
“You hate waking up early,” Jack points out with a raised eyebrow.
“Once every now and then is fine.” Bitty tries to say it with conviction.
Jack puts his bookmark in his paperback. “How long until you’re finished?” Jack asks. “Referenced and proof-read finished, not first draft finished,” he adds before Bitty can reply.
Bitty shuts his mouth against his automatic response of twenty minutes.
“Uh… Maybe an hour?”
Jack checks the time on his watch, which he’d placed on the bedside table earlier.
“Alright.” Jack stands up and stretches, then gestures for Bitty to come over to him.
“Thank god,” Bitty mutters under his breath, saving his document and shutting the laptop without powering down.
He drags his body over to Jack’s and falls into him. He wraps his arms around his boyfriend and presses his face into Jack’s chest, breathing deeply. He loves how Jack smells. Like soap, and his deodorant, and a little bit of sweat.
Jack’s hands crawl up Bitty’s back, under his shirt, and he rocks Bitty gently side-to-side. Bitty swears he could fall asleep just like this.
Then Jack’s hands start to wander; down to Bitty’s ass, slipping under the elastic of his track pants. Bitty shivers as Jack’s nails scratch the skin, and when he leans back to ask Jack what he’s doing, Jack kisses him.
Normally, when Jack initiates, it’s soft—he appreciates a slow build up. Tonight is different. Jack pushes against Bitty immediately, leaning into him and over him so that Bitty’s body curves back harshly, and Jack seems even taller than normal.
Jack kisses and kisses, his lips moving and sucking on Bitty’s with fervour. Bitty matches him, suddenly wide-awake, and his hands move to bury themselves in Jack’s hair as he attempts to meld his lips to Bitty’s.
“Oh my god. Jack,” Bitty pants and Jack moves on, kissing harshly down his jawline. Bitty’s lips feel swollen and tender when he bites down on one.
Jack pulls back and smiles down, flushed, eyes alight. “How do you feel?”
“I don’t know,” Bitty confesses breathlessly, still reeling from the enthusiasm and spontaneity.
“Awake?” Jack asks.
Bitty nods frantically. “Oh yeah. Definitely. Yes.”
“Good.” Jack steps back from Bitty, and grabs his shoulders to turn him around. He leans in close, chest pressing against Bitty’s shoulders, and puts his lips against Bitty’s ear. “Now, go finish your essay.”
shoves a speechless Bitty back toward the desk.