KJ woke up from a knee to his gut. Somehow Keira always managed to hurt him when they fell asleep together. Wait, asleep? He scanned the room trying to remember where she had a clock and found one on the nightstand on the other side of the bed. 3:45pm. He’d been out for over two hours.

 “I can’t believe I fell asleep!” He jumped up with a sudden wave of adrenaline, letting Kiera’s arm flop off of him and down on the bed. Still half asleep, her eyes barely opened as Keira raised her eyebrows, “really?” 

Frantically collecting clothing strewn about the floor, KJ thought about what happened before they’d fallen asleep. “Ok maybe not…” a satisfied grin crept across his face.

But where exactly were his boxers??

Keira, waking up now, stretched and rolled onto her back, “What’s the rush? Why don’t you come over here and sit on my face?” 

He looked at her for a second considering the offer and then started pulling up the blankets and rooting around, there they were. He squeezed her uncovered foot before dropping the blanket back over it and pulling his boxers on. “So thirsty. Don’t Sasha and Tan fuck you enough?” 

“Absolutely. But…” she crawled over the blankets to the front of the bed and looked up at him with pleading eyes “I have a lot of needs.”

He felt the pull but reminded himself how many months of hounding Connor it took to get tonight’s gig and pulled himself back. Hopping on one foot to put on a sock, “well, try me in a few weeks, I should have some time.” 

Disappointed, Kiera went back to lay on her pillow. 

KJ managed to pull his binder on in a bit of a tangle, skipped his shirt, and threw on his jacket. Stuffing his shirt into his pocket, he checked the time on his phone– time to go get ready.

After snagging his wallet from the nightstand he jumped on the bed to lick Kiera’s thigh, “see ya.” He looked up to see her reaction before scurrying out her door. She could hear his chaotic whirlwind like a wave leaving the front door and crashing down the stairs of the building.

“Kiera!” Sasha yelled from the living room, mad that Keira still hadn't told KJ about her no slamming doors rule.