"Come on Jim, we're going to be late for work," Dwight told his boyfriend, grabbing his hand and attempting to drag him out of bed. Jim rolled over and covered his ears. "I wanna sleep," he protested, trying to pull Dwight closer and make him fall onto the bed.

"Jim," Dwight sighed, dropping his hand. "We need to go to work. I don't want to get fired because you wanted to sleep in." Jim groaned and finally sat up to look at Dwight. "Dwight, Michael isn't going to fire you because you skipped work once," he said. Dwight had to admit that he was probably right. He was by far the best employee working at Dunder Mifflin. Michael couldn't afford to fire him.

Dwight almost laughed when he saw how ruffled Jim's brown hair was. He looked cute. "Fine," he told Jim, feeling a bit defeated. The brunette smiled and patted the spot on the bed next to him. Dwight slipped his shoes off and climbed in bed next to his boyfriend, letting Jim run his fingers through his dark-colored hair.

They both laid down, trying to get comfortable. Dwight ended up with his head on Jim's chest, letting the other man play with his hair. He sighed happily and smiled up at his boyfriend. Jim leaned down and kissed him, still gripping his hair. They laid back down, and Jim held his hand gently, admiring how cute his boyfriend looked when he wasn't worrying over something.

Dwight smiled to himself as he leaned into Jim's touch. Maybe staying home from work wasn't so bad after all.