Mat woke up wondering for a few seconds why he was so hot and then realising it was because Ben was snuggled up against him snoring lightly in his ear.
Mat attempted to turn over and dislodge Ben but Ben was heavy and fast asleep. Mat wriggled until he was on his back and Ben flopped on to his side, muttering “strong cover drive” before resuming his snoring.
Mat stretched his legs wondering why the bed felt so odd, what was he laying on he thought digging around under his back with his fingers. He grasped it and pulled it out, a banana skin. Why was there a banana? Oh! He blushed as he remembered Ben feeding him the banana and his own frankly filthy response. Still not as filthy as what he’d done with the whipped cream....anyway!
He wondered what the time was and automatically stretched out his hand for his phone, arse it wasn’t there, where was it?? Bugger he must have left it downstairs. Pushing back the duvet, he grabbed his boxer shorts and put them on before padding lightly downstairs. Y
awning, he scanned the kitchen, ah there it was. He picked it up, rubbing his eyes as they adjusted to the screen and, oh shit!! Larry had been tweeting through the night (Mat cursed his insomnia) and Mat’s eyes widened as he read the tweets and the responses.
He sprinted up the stairs and jumped on the bed waking Ben up with a start
“Mat?? Wha??”
“Ben, Ben, I know where Larry is, at least I know where he’s going to be”
Ben blinked suddenly very awake,” where?”
“Hyde Park”
“Hyde PARK???”
“Yep Speakers Corner. His tweeted all his followers to meet him there at 10am”
“Right,” Ben jumped out of bed, what time is it now?
“8.30”
“Bollocks we’d better hurry”
“Ben?”
“What?”
“Do you think we should you know try to get phone him or tweet him or something? I mean now he’s got a phone. Maybe if we spoke to him? At least we could find out if he still thinks he’s God or whatever it is”
Ben looked thoughtful, “couldn’t hurt I suppose” he said.” It’s not like it’ll make things any worse”
“We should find out how Jim is as well” said Mat “let’s hope nothing has gone wrong up there”
“Oh god yes of course. Ok you tweet Laz and I’ll ring the cottage”
Fill Jimothy's Magic Hugs AU 13a/15 now
Mat attempted to turn over and dislodge Ben but Ben was heavy and fast asleep. Mat wriggled until he was on his back and Ben flopped on to his side, muttering “strong cover drive” before resuming his snoring.
Mat stretched his legs wondering why the bed felt so odd, what was he laying on he thought digging around under his back with his fingers. He grasped it and pulled it out, a banana skin. Why was there a banana? Oh! He blushed as he remembered Ben feeding him the banana and his own frankly filthy response. Still not as filthy as what he’d done with the whipped cream....anyway!
He wondered what the time was and automatically stretched out his hand for his phone, arse it wasn’t there, where was it?? Bugger he must have left it downstairs. Pushing back the duvet, he grabbed his boxer shorts and put them on before padding lightly downstairs. Y
awning, he scanned the kitchen, ah there it was. He picked it up, rubbing his eyes as they adjusted to the screen and, oh shit!! Larry had been tweeting through the night (Mat cursed his insomnia) and Mat’s eyes widened as he read the tweets and the responses.
He sprinted up the stairs and jumped on the bed waking Ben up with a start
“Mat?? Wha??”
“Ben, Ben, I know where Larry is, at least I know where he’s going to be”
Ben blinked suddenly very awake,” where?”
“Hyde Park”
“Hyde PARK???”
“Yep Speakers Corner. His tweeted all his followers to meet him there at 10am”
“Right,” Ben jumped out of bed, what time is it now?
“8.30”
“Bollocks we’d better hurry”
“Ben?”
“What?”
“Do you think we should you know try to get phone him or tweet him or something? I mean now he’s got a phone. Maybe if we spoke to him? At least we could find out if he still thinks he’s God or whatever it is”
Ben looked thoughtful, “couldn’t hurt I suppose” he said.” It’s not like it’ll make things any worse”
“We should find out how Jim is as well” said Mat “let’s hope nothing has gone wrong up there”
“Oh god yes of course. Ok you tweet Laz and I’ll ring the cottage”