Days off were foreign, but realistically? Jason liked them even more after he got with you and those sacred days lined up between the two of you. Granted most of them were spent in bed, both of you postponing getting out of bed, but Jason wouldn’t change it for the world.

With his head propped against your lower back, book in hand as he reads with the soft volume of your phone playing in the background he chews absentmindedly at the string of his hoodie. Feeling your body move, he whips his hand back to press down on your back. "Don’t get up yet, you’re a good pillow." He murmurs while still transfixed on his book. Jason hides a chuckle when you grumble about something like having to go to the bathroom soon, but doesn’t say anything else. But the small urge to gnaw on something more... appealing began to take root. The cotton and polyester became stale and it was only a matter of time until someone teased him for a soggy hoodie string.

Another movement beneath his head and he pressed his hand more firmly, turning his head to flash an unamused frown at his partner, who only laughed at the expression. Waiting until he sees his golden opportunity, he quickly turns his head and bites the skin peeking out between your shirt and waistband. Turning his head back around and hums innocently as he pretended to read. "Hm? I have no idea what you’re saying, sunshine." Jason hums, bending his knees on the bed and crossing his leg over the knee. "Why would I bite you? I have no teeth." He responds in a mock flat, sarcastic tone - flashing a toothy grin for emphasis.