Simon's eyes widened as Gibs yawned and showed him a mouthful of sharp, jagged teeth. His pupils dilated helplessly as the other man stretched his strong form right before his eyes. Then he was jarred awake of his reverie. Simon dutifully cringed when his pretty chair toppled over and scraped against the floor. He liked that chair! He quickly bent to pick it up, checking it for damage. He only found a small scuff near the top, in the back. "Dude, I..."
But Gibs was gone. He was already in the next room... nesting?! Simon watched in disbelief, although a part of him still found it awfully cute and wanted nothing more than to follow Gibs and pounce him right there on the couch. Yeah, and then what? It was tempting, if only to see if he could startle the other guy some. The Wild Child sure could keep Simon on his toes. He worried his bottom lip and dropped all the emtpy bowls in the sink before joining Gibs in the living room.
It didn't take Simon long to find the movies, and he popped the first one into the DVD player. He then turned around and cleared his throat dramatically, leaning down to grab the remote from the top of the coffee table. "Well, young man," he said with mock seriousness. "No movie until the man of the house has a seat," he added, yanking a pillow from under Gibs' foot playfully.