**The prompt for both Ivan and me this week is simple. “Will you have sex with me?” Enjoy!**
“Ben! Beeeeeeeen!” Jesse flopped down on the couch beside me, making the whole thing shake. “Ben baby! Will you have sex with me?”
I rolled my head to the side, peering at him. “Are you drunk?”
He nodded happily, grin both goofy and kind of sexy at the same time. I didn’t know how he did it, but it never failed. I didn’t actually know if it was that way for other people, if they saw the sexy when they looked at him. I loved him, so it was probably different for me.
“Please tell me Carlos didn’t make sangria.”
Jesse popped up straight, grin growing wider, and then held out a hand to steady himself as he nearly slid right off the couch. “The white wine kind! It was sooooooo good.”
Heaven save me from childhood friends left to their own devices. I often went to “game night” right alongside my boyfriend, but not always. Sometimes I let them do their own thing, and I stayed home. But I should have known something was up when Danny picked Jesse up on his way through. Danny didn’t drink, but he sure loved to instigate his other friends.
“Did you do anything stupid?” I asked, indulgently. He was flushed and smiling, happy and relaxed. And if he wasn’t three sheets to the wind, I’d have pinned him beneath me. But he was just a little too far gone, and even though I knew I always had his consent, he’d probably fall asleep halfway through and that would be no fun for anyone.
Jesse squinted one eye at me, then shook his head so hard he slipped down a few inches. “Nope. Don’t think so. Drank. Gamed. Droved home.”
I chuckled, then stood up,holding out a hand for him. It took him two tries to get his fingers connected with mine. He purred, his eyes drifting half shut.”Sex time?”
I snorted out another laugh, pulling him up and into my arms. “Yeah, babe. If you can stay awake long enough, I’ll totally have sex with you.”
Water first, then a trip to the bathroom. I left him sitting on the bed so I could find him some sleep shorts and he could get out of the jeans. But when I turned back around, he was passed out face down, snoring into the pillows. I smiled, stripped him out of the jeans and T-shirt during which he didn’t even stir, and then crawled into bed behind him. He immediately snuggled back against me. I kissed the top of his head.
We’d have sex in the morning.