Woke up with a thought about Grian and Jimmy falling asleep on a couch together, maybe after last year's Gamer's Outreach or something. The first night that they get to the rental house with the gang and everyone has a few drinks. And when you're already that exhausted, which both of them are after streaming 10 hours days for two days in a row, it takes a lot less alcohol to make you feel a lot more silly. Or in their case, touchy and emotional. They fall asleep together on one of the couches, cuddling, and Kirsty just laughs at them before going to bed by herself. Maybe Martyn tucks a blanket around them and snaps a few pictures for future blackmailing purposes.
Grian wakes up before sunrise, warm and comfortable but slightly confused about his surroundings. There's a heavy arm draped over his waist, heavier than he's used to at least. Definitely a man's body. He breathes in and recognizes Jimmy's cologne, remembering the night before, and he lets himself relax because at least he's in the arms of someone he trusts implicitly. Maybe even goes as far as to hook his leg over Jimmy's thigh to get closer to him, tucking his face into Jimmy's neck, and Jimmy just grumbles sleepily but tugs him in closer by the waist, and—
Jimmy's thigh presses down against Grian's cock, just enough to make him hiss through his teeth at the sudden stimulation. Jimmy mumbles a sleepy apology, thinking Grian's noise is one of pain or discomfort. Not knowing that G is already on his way to sporting a semi. Grian just tucks his face down against Jimmy's chest, trying to ignore it, trying to breathe, desperate to fall back asleep. But he keeps thinking about how Jim's thigh is right there. Solid and warm. How Jimmy still somehow smells good after their long frantic day yesterday and no shower last night. He nuzzles his face against Jimmy's t-shirt a little more, and Jimmy's hand flexes against the small of his back.
Grian will later blame it on the alcohol (it's not the alcohol - he'd had maybe 3 beers and felt a little light headed, no excuse) but he very thoughtfully, very purposefully, pushes his half-hard cock against Jimmy's thigh.
There's like three layers of clothes between their skin. It's not gay, right?
Jimmy might still be asleep, because he just hums out a soft noise and pushes his hips forward, against the softness of Grian's lower belly. And at first Grian dismisses it as a sleepy reaction, but then Jimmy grips his hip, dragging him forward again, and Grian's lets it happen, lets his body react the way it wants to.
It's not long before they're both properly grinding off against one another. At some point, Jimmy must be fully awake because he sighs out Grian's name and grips the back of his t-shirt hard to pull him closer. Grian's got his cock lined up perfectly in the crease of Jimmy's thigh and even through all their clothes he can feel the heat and warmth of Jim's skin. Can taste cologne on his tongue when he pants through his mouth. His lips are right next to Jimmy's throat, right by his Adam's apple, and the urge to suck a pretty little mark there is almost too tempting to deny. Almost.
Jimmy's bucking against him, he can feel the long hard line of Jim's cock against his belly. Can feel the way he twitches when Grian's teeth graze the tender skin of his throat.
Jimmy's hand is in Grian's hair, and when he tugs just a little bit too hard, Grian's groans aloud and comes with a full-body shudder, turning his face and biting into Jimmy's shoulder through his shirt. Jimmy comes then too, with a breathy, sweet noise that Grian's never heard him make before, and the hand clenching his tee at the small of his back relaxes in tandem with the fist in his hair.
Jimmy's hand slips under Grian's t-shirt, resting over his waist and stroking the skin there softly. That was good. That was nice. Just a little comfort, because he knows Grian's overthinking it already, even as he's still catching his breath.
They can see the sun coming up over the lake through the wide patio doors. Their other jetlagged friends will be awake soon. Wordlessly they separate, Jimmy to his room with Kirsty and Grian to his shared room with Martyn. Both of them making a pitstop to the bathroom on the way to clean up as best as they can.
They won't talk about it again. But it's a sweet memory.
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