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"You can't get it up?" he said somewhat bitterly, though part of him still thought this was pretty funny. At least he'd have something to tell his co-workers after his...

Ah, s**t, vacation, Reed make a face like he ate something tremendously bitter just then. Great, at least I have time to nurse my wounds. Now I really wish I drank.

With a heave, he used his shoulders and arms to lift himself up. He didn't take into account what that would do to the heavy sack of potatoes on top of him.

Reed had rolled to his stomach to push himself up. As the realization settled in of what exactly Jon was talking about two things happened simultaneously. One was Oh, wow! and the other was Oh, s**t... Of the two, he'd've preferred to have stayed in the "Oh, wow!" mentality but why delude himself any further? Jon could very well have been lying, as two male catmen are opt to do, when they are trying to impress and intimidate. It was a cat's nature to one-up the other, Reed always that was too much of an obstacle when his ultimate goal was pretty much to get intimate. Again, however, Jon was a riot of mixed messages and the "magic smoke" was probably visible as it slipped out from between Reed's ears.

In any case, all roads led to "Hands off, tomcat!" and Reed looked resigned. Even his ears went flat and the mischievous gleam in his eyes went out like tiny candles. He even held up his hands in surrender.

"Okay, I get it," Reed managed a smirk out of the corner of his mouth. He wiped the blood away and headed to the bathroom to wash his face. "Just let me have my pillow."

One had to understand that Reed came from poor, simple people. His mother had her issues with the men in her life, but it didn't mean that she treated her sons poorly or neglected their needs growing up. She tried to put the oldest to through school, but they didn't even make it to graduation as Reed and Theodore had. The last Reed had heard, Teddy was putting in applications for scholarships and hoping a college would take pity on his total lack of resources. Out of all of them, Teddy seemed to be the one with the most hope in ever making something of himself.

Reed was the cat in the middle. Not as coarse or violent as his eldest brothers and not nearly as much as a thinker and an intellectual as Teddy. Reed was his own man and unfortunately, that man was a simple creature who took orders and had to have everything trained into him in order for anything to stick. In this way, Reed as most like his mother. He was caring, somewhat selfless, and willing to let strange people into his life just for a bit of affection. He meant no harm and what he craved most was someone who'd fancy the idea of running away from the humdrum of this real life business and perhaps take up parrot raising at a tropical getaway, where the leather was cheap and no one cared if his tan lines were thin and in odd places.

Reed looked completely lost at this point. Still on his knees as he crawled to the bathroom, he felt like he'd lost some sort of joust and he was still unsure how he was bested in the first place. Only roundabout thoughts made their way around his brain like carousel horses, all with tiny little Jon's riding them all and laughing in high pitched mania. He blamed that on sleep deprivation and scratched at his head as he turned on the cold water of the faucet.

After washing his face he stood at the doorway of the bathroom and stared at the bed. Almost afraid to do anything else for fear that more madness would ensue. All he had wanted to do was to find a way to get Jon to let out some frustrations. Reed was willing to be a punching bag if it meant that Jon would relax a bit and now... he felt he missed something really important. He merely stood and puzzled.

Reed's ears swiveled forward, it was something to do to follow orders. Orders were something he at least knew how to follow. Giving orders was completely something his boss hadn't trained him for. It was all he could do to not spit out the words "certainly, sir" as he moved forward and stood there, not certain whether or not he should sit at the bed.

Reed felt his heart leap into his throat, his skin rose to goosebumps as Jon pulled him close. Reed pressed a kiss back to Jon's lips and edged his arms around his waist. He waiting for another punch in the face, but that didn't seem to be happening just yet.

"And you're a bit of a p***k," Reed laughed with a little unease. "I won't hold it against you, though."

Reed didn't answer, too wrapped up in the moment to offer anything other than a grunt or a nod. Fingers and hands slipped up and down Jon's arms as he stepped away just long enough to turn off the bedroom lights.

"How long did you want to stay awake?" he joked. "I'm on vacation all week."

Reed opened one eye... then winced. His room had no windows, but even the faintest light coming in from the kitchen and living room was enough to make him squeeze his eyes shut again. He raised his arms over his head and stretched until his knuckles hit the wall where the mattress lay up against.

"Your phone is ringing," he mentioned in passing, thankful it wasn't his own phone and that it wasn't playing any music like his did.

"He's such a sweetheart," muttered Reed, turning on his side to face Jon. "Party's over, then?"

He gave a massive yawn, he forced himself to sit up. With the light of day coming in from the kitchen, he wondered why his hands were sore.

"Oh, yeah," he mused, inspecting the claw marks on his knuckles. Then he looked to his torso and looked for more marks. He was riddled in scratches, a bruise or two from where he was squashed into the floor, and a few raised welts on his arms. "We didn't stay up all night," he realized.