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You awake, startled from a half-remembered dream, to the sound of his laughter. Reprobate that he is, Jeffery has unspooled his limbs from yours and fished out his Nintendo DS from its usual spot beneath his pillow; based on the pool of sounds, he’s playing Pokemon.
You reattach yourself to his back, nuzzling your head against his neck. He smells like acidic sweat and Axe body spray, but he tastes sweet as you kiss his shoulder. Jeffery purrs at your touch.
“Don’t get too distracted, baby,” you murmur, never sure how much his mother can hear you.
He whimpers a little, taking a hand from the DS joystick to clasp yours tightly. “Her Pokemon is double weak to fire type so I think I’ll be okay.” There’s a hint of playful sarcasm in his voice.
“Is yours a good fire type?” You were never a big Pokemon fan, but any chance for Jeffery to talk about his stupidly cute nerd games, you took.
“Infernape is pretty impressive, actually. Easily the best starter in Gen IV, plus he’s got a really good stat spread and move pool. This gym leader uses primarily ice Pokemon but Abomasnow is both grass and ice. It’s a real blunder on her part.”
“God, I love you.” As you kiss him his cheek flushes bright pink.
“H-hey, no fair!” Jeffery pouts, but the pout is a mere feint and the moment your features soften, he pounces.
You don’t expect him to toss his DS away under the mess of blankets but evidently his primary target was worth the risk. Despite his scrawny frame, momentum carries him until he hovers over you, hands on either side of your shoulders. His glasses are askew and you reach up to adjust them for him. You both giggle, like children, so deeply unashamed of your joy.
“Are you gonna kiss me?” you ask, your hand caressing the side of Jeffery’s face.
“C-c-can I, please?”
You nod, and with agonizing slowness he leans his head down to kiss you. This is not your first kiss by any means, but it always seems like it is for Jeffery. It is soft and slow and tender, and his tongue never leaves his mouth, even when you wish it would.
He hovers just above you on his wobbly arms, and the distance also is agonizing. You gesture for him to lay his full weight on you. You want him to know that you can bear it, that you can take it, that he can give you everything and you will always take it all—that he could do whatever he wanted with your body and you would thank him. And once he is fully on top of you, you wrap him up in your arms and cocoon you both with heavy blankets.
“It’s Friday right? So let’s skip today, all of it, just have a day in bed together. No bullies, no tests, no teachers. I can have my Jeffery and anime and snacks and everything will be okay.”
He looks at you as though you are the loveliest star in the sky.
“Can I… touch your boobs too?”
You sigh, then grin, then laugh so hard it shakes the bed. A kiss seals the deal.
“Yes, Jeffery, you can touch my boobs.”