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Waking Up
Dramatis Personae Jackson, Micah	3 September 2013 Last day of vacation and time to return home. Getting out of bed is hard. (Warning: Scene occurs entirely in bed, so, it goes about as expected.)
Location Hotel in Atlanta
Jax's alarm is going off, phone chiming a repetitive melody. A rather unfamiliar one, really; it's a rarely-/used/ alarm, he's almost always awake long before it has a chance to pester him. Today, though, he is /actually/ asleep when it starts to buzz -- /has/ been asleep all through the night, even, for one rare night avoiding his pattern of waking up every half hour or so until he gives up three hours in and finds something else to do instead. For one rare night, too, the room /hasn't/ been flooded with ghostly half-images of nightmares pulled from his dreams while he sleeps; just a softly shifting kaleidoscope of colours that admittedly turn the hotel room into something of an acid trip. He ignores it, when it buzzes. At first, anyway, frowning and pulling deeper under the covers with a quiet grumpy noise of complaint. One hand gropes briefly for the phone but then, instead, he pulls his pillow over his face. Good enough. Micah is a tightly wound ball of person and sheets curled up beside Jax, at least until the chiming happens. Then he is mostly a series of grumbly sounds that finally ends in peeking through partially-parted eyelids. When Jax's phone-groping proves ineffective for making annoying sounds stop, he drapes himself over the other man's half-sleeping form to pick up the phone and actually silence it. The phone finds itself dumped unceremoniously back on the table as Micah's attention turns back to pillow-headed Jax. “I think that means we actually have t'move now,” he informs the pillow quietly in husky morning-voice. "Nope," the pillow informs him back, muffled. "Lies. S'-- warm here." Jax untangles himself from his ball of grump /just/ enough to nestle closer to Micah, bringing with him his typical rather high dose of body heat. "... there. I. Moved." His arm uncurls so that he can wrap it around Micah instead, pulling the other man more snugly over him. The colours shifting and swirling in the room around them brighten with this shift of position, less muted, more sunny-cheerful. “You set your phone t'tell lies? I'm not even sure what y'could hope t'gain from that.” Micah's lips curl into a sleepy smile as Jax pulls him closer. “S'warm anywhere you are, though,” he reminds, shifting himself from his haphazard draping into a more comfortable position, knees pulled up at either side of Jax's hips and nose buried against his neck. He continues to speak softly, almost more breath against skin than sound. “Y'did move. So did I. Was that the only requirement for that alarm? 'Cause that would mean we can ignore it now.” "I gained. A Micah. On /top/ of me. That's," Jackson's head tips back with a softly happy sigh, "a pretty significant benefit." His fingers trace up against Micah's spine, slow and light as they trail along the small ridges of bone. "Yeah no I think. I think that was it. Can forget the alarm now. Just stay -- like this." His head squirms enough to dislodge it slightly from being buried /under/ the pillow to being on top of it. "I mean the hotel won't get mad if we just. Move in here, right?" “Tricksy fellow. I should've known better. Don't usually have alarms. Terribly bad, waking everyone up when there was finally sleep,” Micah breathes in gentle mock-reprimand. He presses into the light touches like a cat following stroking from a human hand. “Oh, there you are. I was worried that the pillowface was permanent.” His fingers trail along Jax's jaw in confirmation. Yep, definitely not a pillowface. “I'm pretty sure they'll let us stay here as long as we keep payin' 'em whatever they ask.” "S'real bright out here. I'm considering moving back into pillowface." Jackson squints his eye more shut against the light, his head tilting into the fingers that trace against his jaw. "How long do we have to be here 'fore some kinda. Squatters' rights kick in. Cuz 'fore too long I'll have spent everythin' I just /made/ in the show so we're gonna hafta manage it without payin'. I could make us invisible," he suggests, demonstratively fading them /both/ from view. His head shifts, lips pressing unseen to Micah's collarbone. "They'd totally never notice." “Since when was /bright/ ever a problem for you?” Micah teases, fingers extending their path to travel down Jax's neck to his breastbone. “Pretty sure don't count as squatters when you're payin' t'be here. Also pretty sure they'll kick us out as soon as the payin' stops. Or keep chargin' the credit cards, anyhow. This is why they take your information. No sneakin' out of things.” A giggle tumbles from his lips at the invisibility. “Okay, /maybe/ sneakin' if invisible. But I think you'd get tired out real quick from keepin' both of us that way long-term. An' playin' ghostie in a /hotel room/ promises t'get real interestin' real fast, I'd think.” His speculation fades into a pleased hum at the press of unseen lips, however. "Be good practice, though. I been workin' on getting sharper at -- being invisible. Though." Jackson breathes out a laugh, warm against Micah's skin. His lips press again, this time to the hollow of Micah's throat. "-- yeeeeah, hauntin' a hotel room'd go from fun adventure to mega-creepster the first time another /guest/ was actually, uh. Livin' here. But." He punctuates things here with a third kiss, at the side of Micah's neck. His fingers rub slowly down invisible!back, curling in against Micah's hips. "-- but not-movin' from here's feeling /real/ appealing right now." “It does seem like a thing that could come in handy. Right now, it's mostly just an excuse t'keep my eyes closed again, though. Took away most of what was worth lookin' at in the room. Gotta work it out by touch now.” Micah's hands meander slowly along Jax's torso, as if to reassure him of just where the other man /is/. “But, yeah, that's what I was thinkin'. Not so much fun in a hotel room once it's full of other people.” He tests his blind aim with a little nip at Jax's neck. “After a certain amount of not-movin', ain't much point in movin' again for a good while. Seein' as we'll just miss all the deadlines of needin' t'move for things,” he muses. “It's almost like a /reward/ for not movin'. Additional lack of need t'move.” Jackson's torso stretches out slightly under Micah's hand, just enough shift of movement to bring his muscles into harder definition under the other man's fingers. "Oh -- oh." His voice is soft and breathy, and he nuzzles in against Micah's neck with a quiet happy indrawn breath at the nip. "Can keep this up a while. If. You're just gonna keep working it out like that, I sure don't got no complaints." His fingers curl closer against Micah's hips, squeezing them down closer to his own. "... though I wouldn't -- really complain about a /little/ more movement, neither." “Seems t'be the only answer. Otherwise y'could be off /anywhere/. How else am I t'know?” Micah explains, his grin widening (invisibly!). Never mind the fact that Jax is fairly well pinned and would have to dislodge himself from under Micah in order to get anywhere. His fingertips tickle along Jax's abdominal muscles when they become more prominent. “Just a little?” he checks, sliding himself slightly downward, the better to access the other man's neck to more firmly press his teeth, lips tight to skin. "Can't know. Not 'less you check for yourself. Thoroughly." Jackson shivers at the fingers against his stomach, humming soft and happy in his throat. The hum turns into a sharp gasp when Micah bites down again, his back arching upward slightly, body pressing against Micah's. "Ohhhhh. This is also. Disincentivizin' -- further movement." His forehead tips down, bonking against Micah's shoulder. "At least the kind that ever leaves bed." Micah's teeth dig deeper for a moment before releasing into a flick of tongue-tip followed by a kiss. He pushes down against Jax at that upward press, pinning him against the mattress again quite firmly. “Mmn, nope. No movin' for you. Not allowed. Already too hard t'keep track of, for me not bein' fully awake. Only two hands, y'know.” One of which strokes against Jax's flank, following hip to thigh. Just keeping track, naturally. The other one is busy holding Jax's shoulder down. “Got a whole lot of reasons t'stay put. Can't really remember why it might /not/ be a good idea. Seems like the best plan right now.” Jackson settles back down, pinned between Micah and the mattress with a softly exhaled, "-- Yes, Sir." His lips brush to Micah's shoulder, slowly curling against Micah's skin into a smile. "You could make yourself more hands," he suggests lightly. "Though I kinda enjoy the two y'already /got/." He presses another soft kiss where Micah's neck meets his shoulder. "Here definitely seems like the only place we need t'be, right now. -- Thank you," he adds, softer, his cheek pressing against Micah's shoulder. "For -- comin' down here with -- this has been -- I really love you." "Could make more, but workin' out the haptic feedback is /such/ a pain," Micah returns with a sigh. So much effort! "An' the feelin' part is a little bit important." His hand finds its way to the inner thigh, tracing upward with the lightest possible touch, by way of illustration. He melts at the little kisses, nuzzling against Jax blindly. "Ain't nothin' t'thank for, hon. Loved every minute of it. S'a perfect...break, I guess? Just t'occupy some different mindspace for awhile. With you. Love you, too." The hand on Jax's shoulder releases to curl instead against his jaw, turning the other man's unseen face to align mouths for kisses. "The feelin' part is -- nice." Jackson's face can't be seen but his words are getting huskier as Micah's hand moves, and a shiver ripples through his body. "It'd been a while since I -- oh. Oh. This is -- kinda -- perfect." The distraction of kisses breaks Jackson's concentration enough that they fade back into view, a deep glow flushed through his skin as his mouth presses back to Micah's. And then there are no words, just the warm touch of his lips and the (steadily growing /warmer/) feel of his body melting in against Micah's. "Mmhmm," Micah agrees softly before he is lost for a moment in a series of slow, deepening kisses. He misses the moment that Jax's concentration breaks for having his eyes closed, only noticing once they come open after the last kiss. "Hi. We seem t'be back." A smile stretches across his lips, fingertips continuing to sketch out light, lazy patterns along Jax's leg as they draw teasingly closer. He continues speaking, but is keeping up a drowsy sequence of words more than feeling the need to convey much meaning. "So I know the trick for workin' against invisibility now. Have t'keep /that/ in a back pocket for a rainy day. Never know when y'might need such information." "Not all invisible people are jus' gonna conveniently climb right under you, though. Usually probably gonna take more work t'find the -- mouths." Jackson is pressing his own to Micah's neck, his fingers kneading softly against Micah's back. His legs shift, as Micah's fingertips move against his thigh, crooking slightly wider apart. "M'startin' t'feel like there ain't /enough/ movement happening, actually. We --" His mouth presses to Micah's again, with a bit more heat to it, this time. "-- can be a /little/ late t'checkout, right?" "Maybe if I ask /really nicely/ first? You'd be surprised where that can get you," Micah asserts with just a hint of a smirk. His hand lingers awhile before deciding it could be a bit more distracting, certainly. He returns the kiss hungrily before answering. "Movement I can do. But I'm makin' /no/ promises when it comes t'leavin' on time."