Damn. He barely stepped foot in his shared apartment and him and his roommate already had an argument. and over what? he hadn’t washed the dishes last night. But hey, Jay wasn’t really to be blamed. It wasn’t his fault he got back late from his 24-hour shift, it was in the job description for goodness sake.

Heading toward his bedroom as his roommate left, probably to go drink himself to the stars, Jay plopped down on the bed, hair slightly damp from the rain on his way in. His muscles felt tense, hell, his whole body felt tense. He’s been busy picking up everyone’s slack at work for the past week with practically no breaks whatsoever. It was bound to happen, the feeling of being pent up crept slowly into his skin with desperation for a solution. So, without a second thought, he reached for his phone and pulled up your contact.

’Come over.’

...

'I need you.'