Snippet #1811251

Kaili Bowman

Yawning contently, Kaili rolled over and snuggled into the sheets more, basking in the nice warmth that the sheets gave him. Fuck he was tired and sleepy and he wanted to sleep.

Hell he deserved the sleep. But alas, the gods that might possibly rule the Earth hated him and sent him the one person that could get him up, in more ways the one, and angry in .0002 seconds flat.

Cue Jerico. The king of bastards. The prince of sexy bastard. Satan’s illegitimate child. The most insufferable fucking bastard that could walk the Earth.

And how did Kaili know that said asshole was in the room? A punch in the face maybe? Nope, not that. Of course not that. Anything but the one thing that Kaili expected from Jerico. No, he played dirty, at least in Kaili’s book, and plugged his nose. If Kaili didn’t know better he would have thought Jerico to be the one with a mentality of a 5 year old.

With a start, Kaili jolted awake and slapped Jerico’s hand away with a low growl, “What the fuck man? I was peacefully napping you sonofabitch!”

“What the fuck did you do with Kia? I saw him leaving your room.” the rage on the angry man’s face almost caused Kaili to giggle. Cackle even. Hell it was so funny that Kaili was afraid he might actually have a laugh attack. Because those things exists. And fuck they are painful and hard to stop.

But that’s not the topic at hand. No it was Jerico’s angry face and the fact that the sex addict on the bed was trying to not laugh. Or even smile.

“What. Did. You. Do.” the slightly younger man growled darkly at him, his fists clenched by his sides.

Sitting up, Kaili glared back at him levelly and held up his hands while a sly smirk formed on his face, “Why do you want to know Jerico?” he purred out, intent on annoying the man. If it earned him a punch in the face and a ‘fuck you’ then he did his job well.

“Are you perhaps…jealous of Kia? Did you want something too?” he grinned and then when his muscles begged for movement, proceeded to stretch to his hearts content, a yawn opening his mouth and his eyes closed in bliss.

Once down from his little piece of heaven, Kaili’s eyes opened and found that he and Jerico were indeed closer then he thought they were. Probably because that bastard didn’t move after he had the nerve to plug his nose. His nose. Really? How childish can one get?

“How childish can you be, prick?” Kaili grumbled lowly, his smirk faltering as he rubbed his nose in the aftermath of the pain. It was sore-ish, but it didn’t hurt too terribly bad. Luckily.

Huffing Kaili flopped back down on the bed and with a quick movement, yanked Jerico down next to him. Though the thought of having the idiotic and a total bastard of a man next to him, his body radiated warmth. And it was warm. And Kaili was fucking cold now that the blankets shifted and had cooled. Which was Jerico’s fault.

“Don’t move.” he yawned out and shifted slightly, just slightly, closer to him. If he got any closer he was positive that he would get a punch in the face. And a cold bed. Not something that he wanted. He wanted a warm sleep. And since this boy thought it would be cool to ruin it…Kaili believed the perfect revenge would be to get said boy to keep him warm.

“…I didn’t do much to Kia. Kissed for the most part,” Kaili said offhandedly to Jerico, “it’s not your business to begin with so I don’t feel the need to divulge what happened behind closed doors any longer. Bring it up again and you’re pretty little face will meet my perfect fist.” He yawned and almost wiggled closer, but felt the other tense up. With a grumble Kaili curled the sheets up against his face more and shivered faintly, his eyes closing once more.

“Bastard…close the door when you leave…mm…after I’m asleep….fuck you’re hot as hell…” Kaili trailed off as the blanket of sleep passed over him and lulled him to a sweet and hopefully restful nap.

In the back of his semiconscious mind, Kaili knew he had chosen the wrong choice of words. Yes, Jerico was hot; hot as a motherfucking chilly pepper on the tip of your tongue after you drink a bottle of hot sauce. But Kaili meant, or thought he meant, that he was warm as in…the type of person who radiates heat. Like a fucking human heater.

Whatever. It wasn’t like the prick cared anyways. ‘Just another thought of the asshole Kaili’, was what Jerico was gonna think.