I don't wanna get up.(brock/jack)
>>Pour some sugar on me
Ooh, in the name of love
Pour some sugar on me
C'mon, fire me up
Pour your sugar on me
Oh, I can't get enough
I'm hot, sticky sweet
From my head to my feet, yeah<<
“Hnng…” Brock scrunched his face up and buried it a bit more into the pillow beneath him. Beside him he could hear Jack groan and shift, before a gruff growl of:
“You gonna answer that?”
Brock shoved the pillow over his head, before mumbling, “it’s our fucking weekend off.They can damn well deal for once, because there is now way in hell I’m getting up right now.”
>>Pour some sugar on me
Ooh, in the name of love
Pour some sugar on me
C'mon, fire me up
Pour your sugar on me
Oh, I can't get enough
I'm hot, sticky sweet
From my head to my feet, yeah<<
“They’re not gonna stop.”
“Oh for fucks sake!” Brock grumbled as he threw the covers off of himself, reached for the flat object that was blaring at him and made him get out of the cozy embrace of his bed ( and Jack too, of course.). Picking it up, he took one look at the caller ( Pierce, of fucking course. Why couldn’t they get ONE fucking weekend to themselves for once?) and hit the green icon to answer the damn call.
“Rumlow.”
There was a pause for a bit, as Brock listened to what the person on the other end had to say, before he groaned and quickly said, “ Hang on sir… The connection is breaking up. I’m having a real hard time hearing right n-”(which was laughable in and of itself, as that was the S.H.I.E.L.D. issued phone) before he moved the phone away from ear. Jack kept one eye open, watching as Brock reeled his arm back as far as it would go, and threw the phone down onto floor. There was a cracking sound, as the screen broke before Brock grabbed one of the plugs they kept in the nightstand drawer and repeatedly brought it down on to the offending device.
After a couple minutes of this, Brock lays back down with a satisfied sigh.Jack, who has been chuckling ever since Brock feigned a connection failure, reaches over and wraps Brock up into his big arms, lulling them both back to sleep. Jack knows ( and so does Brock more than likely) that there will hell to pay for that little stunt but at the moment, it seems like a very small price to pay.