“Fuck off, Gibs,” I grumbled, closing my eyes. “I’m tired.” “Yeah, you’re tired from pulling your balls,” he shot back. “That’s why you won’t get up and train me.” “Go without me this morning,” I mumbled. “I’ll go with you tomorrow… I promise.” “Fuck that,” he pressed. “I’m never up this early—” “Shh,” I coaxed, keeping my eyes closed. “Sleep.” “Jonathan.” “Gerard.” “You fucked yourself into a state of exhaustion, didn’t ya?” he accused. “Jesus!” “I’m not talking about this with you.” “Did you use the bottle of lube I got you?” “Fuck off and let me sleep.”
