"We have been," JC agreed, settling down to press his face into the crook of Judas' neck. Simon wasn't a cuddler but JC was. Judas already knew that going in and had nothing to complain about when it happened now. His eyes closed and he huffed happily against skin that still smelled of middle eastern spices and that hotel soap judas hoarded for special occasions.
There was nothing awkward in the morning, though JC was up with James and John and Peter when Judas woke up, having breakfast. That was pretty normal when JC stayed over though. He nibbled away on his bagel and grinned at Judas when he emerged to hand over coffee he'd just finished brewing before his feet could be heard on the stairs.
It would be a good day. A productive day. And the lecture that evening would go over so well that by the following morning, they'd have even more hands on deck helping out. Simon himself wasn't paying too much attention to Judas until Wednesday afternoon. He hadn't experienced butterflies in so long but going out with Peter, even as friends, to his old club was a big deal.
"What brand of liner do you use?" he asked, dropping into the seat next to Judas as they broke for lunch. He lounged in his chair, one let over the arm rest like he owned the place. "I like it. Extra smudgy."
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"We have been," JC agreed, settling down to press his face into the crook of Judas' neck. Simon wasn't a cuddler but JC was. Judas already knew that going in and had nothing to complain about when it happened now. His eyes closed and he huffed happily against skin that still smelled of middle eastern spices and that hotel soap judas hoarded for special occasions.
There was nothing awkward in the morning, though JC was up with James and John and Peter when Judas woke up, having breakfast. That was pretty normal when JC stayed over though. He nibbled away on his bagel and grinned at Judas when he emerged to hand over coffee he'd just finished brewing before his feet could be heard on the stairs.
It would be a good day. A productive day. And the lecture that evening would go over so well that by the following morning, they'd have even more hands on deck helping out. Simon himself wasn't paying too much attention to Judas until Wednesday afternoon. He hadn't experienced butterflies in so long but going out with Peter, even as friends, to his old club was a big deal.
"What brand of liner do you use?" he asked, dropping into the seat next to Judas as they broke for lunch. He lounged in his chair, one let over the arm rest like he owned the place. "I like it. Extra smudgy."