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“Yeah, no. I’m not leaving you.” Brick buried himself in close, pulling the blankets up over them. “I’m staying right here.”

“Daddy says you need to take your fine little ass on upstairs right now.”

“Daddy can punish me later,” Brick retorted, “because me and my fine little ass aren’t going anywhere.”

Jules wrapped his arm around Brick’s shoulders and kissed his hair, muttering, “Stubborn shit.”

“Damn right.” Brick smiled as he stroked Jules’s chest.

“Hmmph.” Jules reached under the blanket to retrieve his phone from his jacket pocket. He swiped his finger over until he reached his text messages. “Well, shit. Look at that.”

“What?”

“My smartie pants boy was right.”

Brick wasn’t sure if he was supposed to look at the screen or not, but he couldn’t resist peeking at the text.

finchie nicked me

“Who’s Finchie?” Brick blurted out.

“Dumb-fuck Finch IV.” Jules scowled. “Guess the little bastard got the drop on me.”

“He had to have known you were coming.”

“What?” Jules frowned. “The fuck do you mean?”

“No one just carries around a syringe full of rohypnol, right?” Brick shook his head. “He had to have known you were coming.”

Jules frowned and closed his eyes. “Definitely somethin’ to think about.”

Brick slid his hand up over Jules’s heart, letting it rest there. “What if Cutter set you up?”

“The same Cutter who just helped save my life?”

“Well. Maybe he was given bad information. Maybe he didn’t know it was a setup.”

“Go to sleep, baby boy,” Jules grumbled softly.

“Fine.” Brick huffed.

“First thing when we wake up, I’m tappin’ that ass again.”

“Okay, Daddy.” Brick chuckled under his breath. “Good night.”

He had his doubts that Jules would be able to perform so soon considering his injury, but then again, he hadn’t thought Jules could fuck him senseless up against a wall either. He closed his eyes, too heavy to keep open now as the earlier wave of exhaustion returned, and soon he was fast asleep.

Brick woke up with a crick in his neck and his back was throbbing, He hadn’t slept well, waking up in a panic from the sound of sirens wailing away outside. He’d thought it was the damn cops coming for Jules, but no one ever came banging on the door, so he was able to drift back off.

He tried to stretch out to alleviate his discomfort, but it didn’t help much. He sat up with a groan, resolving to never sleep on the floor again.

Jules was still sleeping, and Brick decided to leave him be for now.

He got up, used the bathroom, and went on the hunt for caffeine. A peek in the fridge revealed iced coffee drinks from their grocery order yesterday. Brick knew the vanilla ones were for him, and he grabbed one

Brick popped the top, took a few long gulps, and tried to get his mind right for the day.

It was almost ten o’clock in the morning, late for him, but he was happy it was Saturday at least so he didn’t have to worry about work today. He did, however, have to worry about Jules and whatever had happened last night. Brick couldn’t be sure since Jules’s memory was fuzzy, but he was pretty confident that Jules’s attempt to end the so-called party had failed.

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