Lay in on saturday.

Tom was still in bed, in his boxers, sprawled across the bed, covers twisted around him. His boxers were very close to slipping off him.

He was dribbling slightly in his sleep. He wasn't the most elegant of sleepers.

Jeremiah was sitting cross-legged on his bed, working on a book of logic problems.

Tom sort of stirred,his boxers slipping down a bit more.

Jeremiah's eyes flickered up to him and were fixed.

Tom was basically falling out of bed, basically naked, and extremely hot, despite the dribbling.

Jeremiah just watched.

Tom's manhood was very close to exposure as his twisted a bit more.

Jeremiah was more watching Tom's face.

Tom's face suddenly disappeared as he fell down the side of the bed.

There was a long pause.

"Ow..."

Jeremiah put his book on the side and got up and went to him.

"Are you okay?"

Tom looked up groggily. "Ow..."

Jeremiah crouched down beside him, looking worried.

Tom blushed. "I banged my head..." he pouted sleepily.

"You don't have concussion do you?" Jeremiah had had enough of concussion recently.

Tom laughed sleepily and shook his head.

Jeremiah nodded and then reached out a hand and gently stroked Tom's cheek.

Tom shuffled closer, sleepy. "What's the time?"

Jeremiah looked to his watch, "About ten."

"Mm...not too late..." Tom muttered, yawning and resting himself into Jeremiah.

Jeremiah gave a slight smile and put his arms round Tom

Tom pressed closer into him, closing his eyes slightly. "You're comfy..."

Jeremiah smiled slightly again, sitting down properly, holding Tom close.

"What have you got planned for today?"

Jeremiah shrugged, "Nothing."

"Want to do something?" he yawned.