| Ficbit Challenge 4
Twenty-Four
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| When Jake let himself into Matthew's cluttered little cave of a room
bearing his surprise, it was a little before four in the afternoon, and
the sun was just beginning to go down. Matthew was curled up asleep in
an angry little ball, arms thrown protectively over his head, occasionally
talking and snorting in his sleep ("... zzz banana motherfucker zzz...").
"Wake up," Jake suggested, sitting on Matthew's stomach. "Whoof ugh motherfucker get off me what the fuck I'm trying to fucking sleep!" Matthew choked out all in one whooping breath, suddenly and wildly awake, his hands crashing uselessly against Jake's hip. He coughed several times until Jake took a sort of idle pity on him and swung his other leg up onto the bed, casually straddling Matthew's bony hips instead. Matthew whooped in a deep ragged breath and subsided, more or less. "Fuck do you want, wolfman? Too fucking early for this shit..." "Brought you breakfast in bed," Jake said, displaying his present. "'Cause I'm such a nice guy and all." Matthew eyed Jake's burden before cutting his eyes back at Jake. "It's a box of motherfucking Cheerios. Nice fucking breakfast, dry cereal. You want a fucking medal or something?" "Nope," Jake said cheerfully, popping the top of the box open and stuffing his paw in, coming out with it positively dripping with Cheerios. "I want you to quit bitching and eat your fucking breakfast. Open wide." "Fuck you!" And with that Matthew clamped his mouth shut and crossed his arms over his chest, rolling his eyes. Jake sighed and shrugged, then put the box down and punched Matthew hard in the gut. Matthew's mouth popped open and his startled breath whooped out of him, and before he could close his mouth against Jake again Jake stuffed his handful of Cheerios into Matthew's face. Chipmunk-cheeked and red-faced Matthew spluttered madly, trying to clear his airway, sending Cheerios flying to decorate his face, his bare chest, the pillow around his head, the wall, Jake's knees... Jake grabbed Matthew's jaw and pushed it shut--more or less shut--and just as cheerfully said, "Eat your goddamn breakfast." "'uk 'oo!" Matthew yelped breathlessly--but he did, eventually, subside and chew and swallow, not having much choice, and then Jake entertained himself by plucking stray Cheerios off Matthew and Matthew's bed with his claws and stuffing them into Matthew's mouth. Until Matthew bit him one too many times and called him a 'motherfucking mama robin what the fuck gonna feed me worms next?', anyway, which obviously called for another handful of Cheerios. And maybe worms tomorrow, if Jake could find some. |
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