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Jay leads Eric up to his room. "Come inside, please?" He offers, opening the door to Eric.

He sheds his jacket and kicks off his boots. "Why don't you tell me what you want right now? No need to be embarrassed or worried."

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Eric presses his face against Jay's chest and whines a little.

Don't wanna.

Like a puppy that doesn't want to come in from playing. "How about we change the bed, at least?"

Eric sniffs - And then he reluctantly sits up.

Huge and pale and covered in blood.
With messy hair and big innocent eyes.

"Want me to do it?"

He's the one who got them dirty in the first place.

Jay chuckles. "You can probably do it faster than I can. Then we can get back to snuggling."

He can.

Maybe he even took it like a date of sorts because once Jay is off the bed there is a blur of motion - and a clean bed.

Jay chuckles and pulls Eric into a kiss. "You never cease to amaze me."

"I dont?"

He sounds happy as he returns the kiss.

Jay smiles and brushes his fingers through Eric's hair again. "Lay down. I can't promise I can stay all day but I'll stay with you till you fall asleep."

What is that?

Is it a pout?

It is.
It is a pout.

Oh the pout! The cutest thing ever. He smiles and runs his thumb over the pout. "I'll be back before you wake. I don't quite keep vampire hours the way Emcee does."

Eric sighs and then he snuggles down under the bedding.
Happily.

Jay snuggles in next to him, running his fingers through Eric's hair.

Eric relaxes against Jay.
Grudgingly.
One arm draped across his chest.

Jay stays with him, stroking Eric's hair till he feels Eric go still. He waits awhile before getting up and taking a shower. He's kind of a mess.

But true to his word, he's back before the sun sets, with a tray of True Blood for him.

Eric doesn't appear to have moved at all while he was gone.
And he doesn't stir till the sun has fully set.

Slowly opening his eyes

Jay's sitting on the other end of the bed, giving Eric room to wake up.

He yawns and runs his eyes before sitting up and stretching.
Then he smiles at Jay. Sleepily.

"You look like a sleepy mountain lion." Jay chuckles, passing him a warmed bottle seasoned with his own blood. "I come bearing breakfast."

Eric takes the offered bottle and drinks, hungrily. Eyes closed.

Still not fully awake it seems.

Jay gives him time to wake up on his own. Jay smells of engine grease, clean sweat and leather. "How are you feeling?"

Eric yawns again.

"Sleepy," he says.
"And crusty."

"Shower?" He suggests. "I'll even wash your back."

He nods.
Smiling.

"That'd be nice," he says, getting out of the bed.

Jay strips off and heads for the bathroom, running the shower as hot as he can stand. For Eric's sake.

Eric trails along, scratching his belly, looking sleepy and rumpled and warm.
It's an illusion, bit it's a good one.