#crack whump fully opens my writing chakras

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May we have Zayne stuffing Jay’s mouth with cloth and/or tying him to the bed for snoring too loud? I love the scenes where they have to share a bed

I snorted when I opened this ask. Here ya go, anon :D

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Sleeping beauty

Two days.

It had been at least two days since he’d last slept.

Emery’s unreasonable demands had sent him all over the city on various tasks ranging from sneaky theft to violent inquiries, and Zayne practically swayed on the spot as he fumbled with the lock to Jay’s flat. He quietly let himself in.

He was glad to finally shed himself of his helmet, heavy boots, and zip down his leather jacket, having worn his full gear both for protection and for intimidation factors pretty much all the time. It worked wonders; usually he didn’t even have to lift a leather gloved fist before people would back away and promise to tell him what he needed to know, and that made things a lot easier. Both mentally and physically. But while he had liked using it to scare the shit out of Jay when he’d first came back here, he didn’t like using it for Emery’s errands. It was just another thing Emery’d taken from him, turning the gear he was so proud into a tool for Emery’s schemes, like it’d become a uniform symbolling his captivity.

He peeled out of his cocoon, and even though he was a little cranky, quietly set his boots and helmet down in the hallway and made for the bedroom.

It was about four a.m., the red numbers on Jay’s alarm told him. That meant he’d ploughed through two and a half nights in a row. He really didn’t have any energy left to wait for Jay to leave the house. Getting woken in the middle of his REM sleep by Jay’s stupid alarm clock was something he’d just have to accept for now. And after Jay’d left, he’d sleep for the full afternoon to catch up on some well-deserved Z’s.

Surprisingly, Jay was fast asleep. More surprisingly, Zayne found himself actually making an effort not to wake him. He quietly snuck around the bed, undressed to his tee and boxers, and carefully slipped under the duvet. Perhaps being absolutely knackered made him gain a glimpse of sympathy for the guy, who pretty much always looked like he was on the verge of crashing down and in dire need of more sleep, or more likely, he just didn’t have the patience to endure the huffing of Jay waking up and making it very clear he was not welcome. He just wanted to crash and fall into a deep, deep sleep as soon as possible.

His body relaxed, immense relief washing over him for finally being allowed to rest as he snuggled up in the warm and soft bed. He let out a content sigh and closed his eyes, feeling himself drift off almost immediately.

But just as he teetered on the edge of the domain between sleep and being awake, something forcefully pulled him back.

A weird snorting sound blurted out next to him, and Jay turned over, mouth slightly open and – to Zayne’s horror and immense irritation – continued his deep breaths with a soft rasping snore.

Any bit of sympathy Zayne might have had completely evaporated.

“You have got to be kidding me,” he actually said out loud, hoping it would wake Jay.

It didn’t.

He didn’t even snore that loud, he had to admit… If Zayne’d been asleep – if he had been able to fall asleep – he’d probably sleep right through it. And he usually probably did, with Jay only falling asleep after he was out. But still, heightened by the lack of sleep, his annoyance rose to an irrational level.

His hand moved in a reflex to his hip, wanting to feel in his pocket for his knife, but his fingers only touched over his boxers and bare skin. Maybe just as well… cutting out Jay’s vocal cords in anger wouldn’t give him the peaceful night he was looking for.

He swung his legs from the bed, didn’t go for his knife and instead walked around the bed and in passing grabbed Jay’s socks and tie from the chair that were laid out for tomorrow morning. He unfolded the socks, flicked one away, and rolled it up. Hovering over Jay for a beat, like a serial killer wielding a deadlier weapon than just socks, he looked down on the snoring man, all snuggled up, content, and blissfully unaware of what was about to happen.

“You’ve gotten way too comfortable with all this, my man…” And with that, he shoved the sock into Jay’s mouth. He caught him mid-snore and Jay woke abruptly with a choked off sound.

“Whu—HM? MMM!!” His eyes widened as he noticed Zayne looming over him in the dark and he tried to expel the unknown gag.

Zayne pressed a hand over his mouth, leaning some weight onto his face and pressing him into the pillow. “No, no,” he tutted. “Don’t piss me off even more, now.”

Jay clawed up trying to get Zayne off. He did, but he snatched up Jay’s wrists, looped the tie around them and tied them together. Then, none too gently, he pulled him over to the side of the bed and tied the other end to the leg of the bedside table.

Fear shot into those wide eyes and Jay mumbled something that sounded like “What are you doing?!” through his sock.

“You said you weren’t a snorer, Jayboy,” Zayne said in a voice way too dark for the situation. “And you’re a fucking liar. So here we are.”

Jay made a high squealed sound of disbelief high in the back of his throat.

“Now I’m too tired to go find that duct tape in the dark, so here’s the deal. If I wake up with my hand on some drool soaked spit out sock next to my pillow – yes my pillow,” he added when Jay found something to protest – “I will make you stay awake for the whole goddamn week.”

He pushed the sock a little deeper into Jay’s mouth and Jay gagged a little but nodded.

“If I hear as much of a scrape of that nightstand moving a damn inch or god forbid it crashing to the ground because you can’t leave that tie well alone trying to get free…” he leant down, hand next to Jay’s pillow as he inched closer until he was sure Jay actually tried to press himself deeper into the mattress to get away, “I will make you regret waking me again.”

The knot in the smooth fabric would probably easily be undone with some pulling, but Zayne was pretty sure Jay wouldn’t dare move a muscle like this.

And true, while Zayne was slowly drifting off, he never heard the breathing next to him settle to a deep, sleep rhythm and he was sure Jay would stay wide awake for the rest of the night.

~Bonus~

Zayne was still somewhere deep under, half dreaming, half getting dragged from his slumber. Was someone whistling…? Or playing music? But then he fully woke and realised it was Jay’s alarm. And it kept playing. Getting louder. With Jay doing nothing to stop it.

“Oi.” Zayne kicked at Jay’s knees under the blanket but still nothing happened. “Turn that off, you gotta get to—” Annoyed, he turned over and glared at Jay who just lay there looking up at the ceiling not making any move to— “Ah…” Zayne pushed over him and despite his morning temper allowed himself a soft grin. “Right.”

With a yawn he got up, turned the alarm off – resisted the urge to leave Jay tied up – and carefully pulled the tie out of its knot. “Bit like those alarms where you have to solve a math puzzle or something before you can turn it off, but worse…” he said in a hoarse voice heavy with sleep. He left Jay’s wrists bound and pulled him out of bed by the tie, getting close up in his face.

“Now then. Go take a shower, quietly. You go get your breakfast, quietly. And then you fuck off as soon as you’re able to and you won’t return before fucking six p.m. tonight.”

As soon as his hands were free Jay pulled the sock from his mouth. “What even happe—?!”

“Ah, ah.” Zayne put two fingers to Jay’s lips and Jay clammed up. “Quiet,” he drawled, removing his hand and pointed a stern finger to the door. “Out.”

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