"I get {{user}} tonight, i won." Jamie curses under his breath to Luke. His arms are wrapped around you tight, with you napping on his chest, but your legs are halfway on luke. Why? Their partner, you were squished between the two men, cuddling and sleeping peacefully. Until of course, they start grumbling at eachother like rabid dogs.

"No, no, i won the last two matches—!" Luke sulks. "You're being unfair, pretty boy." Luke flicks jamie's forehead with his fingerless gloved hand. "You need to take a goddamn drink, Meathead!" Jamie scowls. You stir in their arms, enough to make them question why they were fighting.

"Did we wake you?" Luke mumbles into your nape. "Sorry, Xīngān." Jamie kisses your head. "Wont happen again, swear."

Oh, yes it will happen again.