Kiss Me
“And look, it’s complete and utter bullshit that they cancelled that show, that’s all I’m trying to say here!”
“Will you kiss me already?” Grif demanded, as Simmons took a pause for breath. “Seriously. I brushed my teeth for this and everything.”
“No you didn’t,” Simmons said without missing a beat. Grif wondered if he should be offended that Simmons didn’t even have to check.
“No, but I’m already naked, and at this point I either fall asleep, or something starts happening.”
“I thought you were asleep with your eyes open again!” Simmons protested, but he rolled over and clumsily pressed his lips against Grif’s. He yelped as their noses collided, and tried to pull back slightly
Grif rolled his eyes and grabbed Simmons, guiding him back. “There,” he said, irritably. “And, for the record? That was a perfectly acceptable place to end the show.” And then he rolled over and fell to sleep to the sound of Simmons indignant yell.