INT. MASTER BEDROOM - DAY
Jamie tosses and turns in his sleep, but ultimately ends up
latching onto Daniel. Again. This time, however, Daniel's
facing him; he sleeps like the dead, much more hurt than he
let on, and peacefully unaware of his head being buried in
Jamie's chest.
The sun streams through a gap in the curtains. Jamie bats
his eyes open in response. He makes a quiet, sleepy sound,
and snuggles back into the blankets.
Then he realizes. His eyes fly open.
Jamie very, very carefully tries to disentangle himself. His
heart thuds with terror. Their limbs, all of their fucking
limbs are tangled in each other, which would be great--
feels great-- Daniel's bulge pressing against the seam of
his thigh, too, solid and warm-- except for the fact that
his tits are out, and Daniel's face is in them, and--
And Daniel mumbles in weak, sleepy distress. Jamie freezes.
But Daniel doesn't stir.
He lets out a shallow breath, then tries again.
Daniel's face scrunches up... and then he releases Jamie and
rolls over.
Jamie lays still for a long, tense moment, before quietly
slipping away and out of bed and grabbing his clothes and
bolting.
INT. HALLWAY
In his haste, Jamie takes the first door on the left instead
of the second.
INT. HALL CLOSET
He fumbles for a light switch, but doesn't find it where he
expects it. After some frustrated slapping, he gives up and
sinks back against the door.
He's so warm. Like a little space heater.
Jamie presses his thighs together tightly and feels wetness
smear between them.
And already hard, even when he's dead asleep. Morning
wood... or just his body's unconscious response. To him.