"You seriously just want to sleep?"
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After a very drunken tooth brushing session by Dexter, they make their way to Jack's unmade bed. The electricity between them is high, as Jack gets in front of Dexter and pushes him back, so he is now sitting on the edge of his bed. He looks down at Dexter fondly, with Dexter looking back up at him. 

Jack takes his hands to Dexter's shoulders and begins to pull at his jacket, with the garment falling down his arms, with Dexter helping to remove it. He then squats down to get to Dexter's eye level, taking both his hands in his. "I'm taking in this moment right now. You, here with me by choice. I won't take anything from you because I know you're drunk and drinking can make you say things you may not mean. You may wake up tomorrow and despise me all over again." 

Dexter shakes his head. "Drink makes me brave, Jack. It gave me courage to admit what I should have said way back." 

Jack smiles. "Well, I will just have to wait until morning when you're sobered up to see if you really feel the same."

"I will Jack. I swear!" Dexter insists, before pulling a very out of character pout. "Can't we like...Jack, I can still fuck you when I'm drunk you know." 

"Sleep Dexter. You're here just to sleep. Think of it as a little test or something, yeah?" Jack says as he gets back to standing. He walks around the bed and gets in.  Dexter turns and looks back at Jack who was removing his t-shirt before settling into the sheets and resting his head on the pillow. His one hand pulls the sheets back a little indicating for Dexter to get in. 

"You seriously just want to sleep? I thought you were just messing with me." Dexter says with disappointment as he watches Jack rest an arm over his head on the pillow. He takes in the sight of Jack's muscular frame, even his under arm looks sexy. 

"Sleep now and let's just see if you feel the same way in the morning yeah?" Jack reaffirms, reaching out and pulling Dexter down towards him. 

Dexter pulls out of the grip. "Ok ok you win. Lemme get out of my clothes." He sighs. 

"Be my guest." Jack says in a smooth tone. He wasn't going to deny that he was going to enjoy the little striptease and if Dexter had been in sound mind, he would have been sure to take full advantage, but drink had a lot to answer for in their past and Jack was keen to not make history repeat itself. This time, he needed for there to be no regret, no errors of judgement. This time it had to be right on both sides.

Dexter pushes himself off the bed and gets to standing. He locks eyes with Jack as he takes his hands to the fastenings of his shirt. He begins to undo each button, slowly taking his time, watching Jack as Jack watches him. "Don't tell me you haven't been thinking about this." Dexter smirks as the shirt now falls open to reveal his olive skinned chest. "I won't believe you if you say no." 

"You have no idea what has been going on in my head." Jack utters low, not moving an inch as he watches the shirt fall to the bedroom floor. 

"I have a pretty good idea." Dexter grins as he now tackles his belt buckle. "I imagine it involves my cock." He laughs. 

Jack doesn't reply, only focussing on the jeans being prized open and slowly becoming lowered to the floor. He sees Dexter has a pair of those fitted underpants on again. They hide nothing as Jack can see the semi aroused state Dexter was getting himself into. Jack could also feel himself stir in the moment, but was determined not to act. 

Dexter, who is now just in his underwear, finally flops back onto the bed, snuggling in as he buries his head into the pillow. "Fuck Jack, my bed is like a wooden rack compared to this. I might just fall asleep and not wake up!" 

Jack looks at Dexter, still wriggling around on the mattress under the covers. "As long as you're here in the morning Dex, I don't care." Jack chuckles. 

"Mmhmm" Dexter hums as he finally stills. His eyes suddenly feel heavy as drunken sleep begins to take over. 

Jack just watches on as Dexter seems to drift away. He raises his hand, wondering if he should disturb him, with the lightest of touches to his cheeks. He suddenly retracts the hand once again, wanting to keep this moment just as it was. Dexter was here with him, by his side, in his bed. Not because he had paid for his services. He was here out of choice, because Dexter had finally confessed something of his feelings for him. Jack just hoped that in the morning light, Dexter would feel the same.