"Hanging..? What, like a koala?" Drake grins, finally feeling like the tension in him has released. It's been there for days and he hadn't realized just how much he was holding in his shoulders. "I'd be cool with that sans fire, though."
"Don't underestimate me," he teases, sliding an arm around Drake's waist like he might just hang off of him now. He orders them something easy, just pizza. "Want beer with it?"
"I don't have to estimate anything, I know how much you weigh." Not enough to feel like a burden draped over his back, that's for sure, but he's also in no rush to get off the couch and un-snuggled, so. Drake just answers the question. "There's plenty of beer in the fridge. You ordering from somewhere that's got desserts?"
"Was that a test?" He doesn't quite manage to sound offended and certainly doesn't look it, but it's clear that's what he was aiming for. "Good thing you won't have to tolerate me, huh?"
"Got it... keep going, I do all that and I've still got nine strikes and no idea how I got 'em. Plus they could keep piling up in the meantime. How many before I'm dumped again?"
"You're me." He'll tease out some things Drake likes along the way, but he doesn't want to approach this as Jesus just finding ways to make up to Drake. Even if part of that is true. He plans to spoil Drake for the next while.
"Okay, in that case... homemade brownies has to be a negative strike or two. Maybe coming by to walk you home from work is worth something?" He tips his head, thinking. "Can I get into favors, or is that not strike material?"
"Depends on the favor. Give me an example." He's toying with Drake's shirt now; he always prefers Drake relaxed and shirtless if they're going to laze around the house.
He chuckles. "I've learned I really like hearing people talk about what they want to do to me." He's not sure what he thinks of this little fetish but it is what it is.
"Well in that case. Let's say you're little spoon tonight, in my arms with your back against my chest. It'd be easy reach down and see if you need a little morning relief, yeah?" He sits up a little straighter to get closer to Jesus as if he's going in for a kiss, then moves past his face to nuzzle just under his ear. "And I know a good spot that'd be right in front of me..."
"That's negative four," he murmurs. God he wants that. A gentle way to wake up, Drake's arms around him. "You going to have any fun with me tonight too? Wear me out before bed?"
"Four?" Drake sits back and gives an impressed whistle. "Alright, putting that one on the list."
That question has him hesitating, though, his expression turning uncertain.
"Let's play that one by ear? You know I'm always down, but I dunno if--" he cuts himself off, eyes cutting away for a moment before meeting Jesus' again. "I just wanna be with you tonight, don't feel like you've gotta make up for anything."
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That question has him hesitating, though, his expression turning uncertain.
"Let's play that one by ear? You know I'm always down, but I dunno if--" he cuts himself off, eyes cutting away for a moment before meeting Jesus' again. "I just wanna be with you tonight, don't feel like you've gotta make up for anything."
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