Wes's eyes narrowed as he slowly slid his hand along his mattress to touch his K bar, the handle sticking out from where he had it jammed between his mattress and box spring. 

"Someone 'bout to get fucked up." He growled from under his blankets in the darkness as he slowly pulled out his knife.

There was a jolt through their connection - electric.

Intense surprise.

Startlement.

The bedroom lights flickered on, revealing Jackson standing in the doorway with a frown. "You're not taking a shower?"

Wes frowned and sat up a little in bed, "You're not still at base?" Wes frowned then, turning to sit on the side of the bed and point his knife at Jackson with an accusing look. "You usually come into the room in secret while I'm in the shower?" Wes drawled, his eyes narrowing on Jackson suspiciously.

Jackson shook his head, his frown deepening. Through their connection, Wes could tell Jackson was telling the truth. "Came home early tonight, figured it'd been a busy day and I'd turn in early, thought you were doing the same." He said smoothly as he walked to where the bookshelf was to stand in front of it, unbuttoning his shirt as he turned away from Wes to face the various military books packed there.

"How'd you know I wasn't jerking off in here having Wes Time?" Wes snapped. "You got camera's in here or something?" He asked, his voice rising as he looked around the room with a paranoid look as he took in everything to quickly decide whether or not there could be a super secret military grade camera in it.

"I saw the lights were off, and you always have the lights on when you are awake." Jackson explained easily as he stripped off his shirt, turning to blindly drop it on top of the shoulder high bookcase, covering the strange looking paperweight Jackson had there. He frowned at Wes. "Why do you ask?" Jackson asked quietly as he started to unbutton his pants.

Wes eyed Jackson's lightly naked chest, his impressive and enviable pecs heaving lightly with each deep breath- Wes forced his gaze down to keep himself from following that particular train of thought. While Wes freely perved on a lot of things, felt kinda dirty to perv on Jackson, considering the level of trust they had with each other.

But yeah.

Jackson had fucking amazing tits. Picture worthy. Droll worthy. Tits he would totally be all over. 

"Sorry, man." Wes grumbled as he dragged a hand down his face, resting the hand still holding the k bar on his thigh. "Bag of Dicks got into my head and I'm all fucked up." He let out a short peal of laughter then, looking to Jackson with a knowing look. "Haha, that sounded like I said I had a bag of dicks in my head," He laughed, pointing to Jackson as the other man's chest moved with a good-humored huff of air. Wes sighed and frowned down at the ground, feeling very tired. "He just said some shit about you while he was here and it's...got me all fucked up." He mumbled, spreading his legs to slide his k bar back into its cover, resting both his elbows on his knees then.

"What did Portland say?" Jackson asked as he dropped his pants and went over to stand in front of Wes, rubbing his wrist before he started to slowly undo it's fastening.

Wes puffed out his cheeks as he leered at Jackson's chest for a beat, dragging his gaze up to Jackson's face. He stared at him for a beat. He looked like he was expecting something. Had he said something? He frowned then in confusion. "What?"

"What did your brother say?" Jackson asked in a conversational tone as he continued to take off his watch.

"Oh-" Wes rolled his eyes and flopped back onto the bed. "He just said some shit about not liking you..." Wes mumbled, crossing his arms over his own naked chest as he vaguely wondered how much working out it would take for him to have pecs like that - or if Jackson had that kind of brick shit house bod because he was a lock. They did have pretty badass bodies, after all, what with the heightened strength and speed and stuff.

"What didn't he like about me?"

"I don't know," Wes said with a sigh as he spread his legs a little further, settling more comfortably on his bed. "Just shit about you being, like, trouble or whaevs." He said vaugely as he scratched his stomach.

"Whatevs?" Jackson mused.

"Yeah, like...whatever. I don't know. He said some other stuff. Kind of bugged me." Wes said shortly.

Jackson shifted closer. "Well...why don't you tell me exactly what he said and I'll help you dismiss it."

Wes grunted, licking his lips. "The problem is that Porty thinks he's knows best, thinks he hot shit because he's married and got a bunch of kids, and manages his own store, and graduated high school." Wes fumed, scowling at the ceiling. "And now he's coming over here and trying to piss on my parade cuz he 'knows better'." Wes spat, huffing. "Fucking Porty." He growled.

"I think we can agree that you know me best of all, Wes." Jackson said coolly. Wes looked and saw Jackson give him a smile and he returned it. "Why don't you go take your shower while I get changed and we'll go to bed. End this crazy day already."

Wes shrugged a shoulder and nodded. "Alrighty." He said with a sigh, taking Jackson's offered hand to help him up. As he stood, he brushed against Jackson's pec and Wes puffed out his cheeks, staring over Jackson's shoulders pointedly as he slid by and walked briskly toward the bathroom.

When he came out, clean and in nothing but a towel, Jackson was just coming back into the bedroom from the hallway, dressed in nothing but a pair of thin sleeping pants that made Jackson's thick thighs more obvious than in his usual jeans.

It also made how long and thick his cock was obvious.

Ugh.

Wes was becoming very aware of Jackson's dick lately.

It had started shortly after Wes had become hyper aware of how full and fucking juicy Jackson's pec's were, which was about two weeks ago after he had a failed hook up at a club and had been particularly horny and frustrated.

We wasn't sure how he felt about that fact that he was having to actively force himself not to think about how meaty Jackson was, or what it'd be like to suck on those tits-

"Ready?" Jackson asked.

"Whut?" Wes asked dumbly, giving Jackson a half started look.

"Are you ready to go to sleep?" Jackson said with a good humored little chuckle as he gave Wes a smile.

"Oh." Wes scowled, looking at his bed to see Jackson had changed his sheets for him. "Yeah, yeah." Wes took off his towel to dry his hair, dropping his towel to the floor to go over to his bed and crawl between the sheets, lying naked on his stomach and thanking Jackson for fixing his bed up for him.

"It's my pleasure," Jackson said smoothly as he flipped off the bedroom lights, the room plunging into darkness.  

Wes yawned as he watched through the darkness as Jackson and all his bright colors moved over to his bed, climbing into it to lay his head at the very top of his pillows, right where his bed met Wes's.

After a minute, Wes scooted closer so that his forehead rested on the top of Jackson's. As he drifted, he felt Jackson reach up to curl his large hand around the back of Wes's head to hold it gently. Possessively.

Had Wes a lick of situational awareness, he would have realized that Jackson had removed the strange looking paperweight from the bookshelf while he was in the shower, as he always did when Wes was in the shower.  

And had he gotten up in the middle of the night, he'd find the paperweight in Jackson's study, sitting on the desk there and charging it's concealed camera.

When he awoke, as per their routine, Jackson was awake first and in the shower, and as it always was when Wes awoke, the strange looking paperweight had returned to its place on the bookshelf, facing We's bed.

Wes however was too focused on the fact that he had over three dozen unread texts messages from his family on his phone.