- Seven Thirty -
James POV
I am woken up by an annoying beeping beside me. With a small grunt, I reach over and turn off my 7:30 alarm. This isn't exactly as easy as it sounds, since I am currently surrounded by two large, sleeping men.
I begin to sit up, only to be dragged back down by Dan, who is on my right.
"Ten more minutes..." He groans, pulling me next to him.
The warm cuddles on either side are insanely tempting, but I must resist.
"Danny, I've got work in an hour." I groggily state, trying to push away.
"Wouldn't you rather spend that time with your wonderful boyfriends?" He mumbles, eyes half open.
I roll my eyes, "nO, i'D raThEr Go tAkE a ShOWeR aNd gET DrEsSEd To wOrK a cRAppY MaLl jOB fOr The nEXt niNE hOuRs."
He gives a small smirk and pulls me even closer. "Now that you mention it, I think I could use a shower too..."
I push him with an irritated smile, "No, you're not getting any shower sex this morning. Nice try, though."
He pouts at me as I try to escape his death grip.
"Now let me go before you fall asleep on me and squash me like a pancake."
His smile widens. "Ohhhh noooo... I think I'm feeling sleeeeeepy..."
I squeal and whisper-shout objections to no avail. He proceeds to roll on top of me.
"Daniel, get your fatass off of me!" I giggle.
"I don't know... What would I get in return?"
I stop struggling, knowing it's ultimately hopeless. "How about NOT breaking all the bones in my body because you weigh like a kajillion pounds?"
"I'm gonna need something better than that. Maybe I should start writing up a list of demands..."
I groan.
"Ugh, FINE, here," I say, planting a small kiss on his lips. "Happy?"
"Not yet." He tells me, his legs moving to either side of me as he pulls my face to his by collar of my shirt.
He moves his plump lips passionately and gracefully against mine. We soon separate for a breath, and I take the opportunity to get the upper hand.
I flip him over triumphantly, pinning him down between my legs. I lean down to resume the kiss, but am jerked to the side just moments before our lips meet.
"Trying to play tough, huh?" Noah's voice taunts before flipping me around and pulling me into a kiss. It only takes a minute of our tongues rolling over each other before I surrender.
Relaxing, I lift up my arms as Daniel removes my shirt from behind. Noah's mouth reconnects with mine, and muffled moans slip out as Daniel's lips travel up and down my neck. I squirm and moan loudly as he harshly bites down on my soft spots.
"God..." I groan out.
Suddenly we are interrupted by - you guessed it - ANOTHER alarm.
Noah pulls away, watching as I pant for a moment before climbing off the bed and turning his alarm off.
"It's 7:45, we've gotta start getting ready."
Daniel huffs, his arm wrapping around my torso. He pulls me closer until there is no space between us.
"Nope. This is mine now."
Noah chuckles, "Yeah, let me know how that goes."
I grunt and squirm to no avail. "Danny!"
"What's the magic word?"
I huff. "Please."
His arms loosen an I manage to wiggle out of his grasp. Noah chuckles at his antics.
I grab some clothes from my drawer, making a checklist in my head of things I need to do.
Grab clothes, take a shower, maybe make out with my boyfriends again...
I feel like there's something important I'm forgetting...
"Guys, did we have something planned today?" I ask, turning back towards them.
Noah raises an eyebrow, "I don't think so. Why do you ask?"
"I just feel like I'm forgetting something... Ah, well, I'm sure I'll remember later." I say with a shrug, opening the door.
I see Adam eating a piece of toast at the counter. He looks a bit antsy and extremely tired. I should go ask him what's bothering him...
I do the fastest 180 I've ever done in my life, slamming the door shut.
"IREMEMBERTHETHINGNOW."
- Seven Thirty(take two) -
Adam POV
I lay in bed, not wanting to move. One of my arms hangs over the edge of the mattress.
I haven't slept in hours, but I don't want to move. I wish I could just fade out of existence instead of having to live my life. Still, I have work today and the three stooges will check on me soon if I don't get up.
I don't want to have to face them.
It takes all of little energy I have left and then some to drag myself to my dresser.
I start getting changed, but my eyes wander to the mirror on the wall.
I stop what I'm doing and look over my disgusting body. My chest and arms are covered in scars from memories that have long sine blurred together. My ribs are so prominent I could count them just from a glance. My torso and legs are littered with bruises that still have yet to heal. The bandages from last night peek out from underneath my boxers.
I make a mental note to take down that stupid mirror before swapping the bandages out for new ones and throw on some clothes.
I check my phone, only to find out that it's only seven forty. Sighing, I head to the kitchen and toss the bandages as sneakily as I can into the bin before fixing myself some toast.
I shift awkwardly, wondering why no one is up yet. Should I wake them? I begin to feel self-conscious, realizing that I didn't even try to cover up the heavy bags under my eyes.
I jump at the sound of a door slamming down the hall. I am seriously too tired for this.
I wait for a few minutes, but no one walks down the hall. I begin to relax and a take another bite of my toast.
This is gonna be a hard day.
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Sorry for the abrupt ending in this chapter and for not updating. For some reason, I just couldn't get the ending of this chapter right. No matter how many times I rewrote it, it was totally awkward and out of character. Next chapter will probably start when they get home from work, skipping the morning altogether. I hope this is ok with you guys!
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