Chapter 4Pidge woke up still snuggled warmly in Giant’s arms, remembering that he was supposed to give Giant a blow-job this morning. “Giant?” he whispered. No response. Maybe he should just start? No, he should probably ask first. Anyway, he needed to pee.
Getting out of bed was a challenge. The mattress sagged toward Giant, weighed down by their two bodies—Giant’s body seemed to exert some gravity on Pidge as well—and Giant’s arm was as heavy as some, um, warm, heavy thing that felt really comfortable that a person could lie under. Not a blanket. Something rounder and harder. Pidge couldn’t think of anything other than an arm. Especially when he started trying to wriggle out of the bed and Giant’s arm tightened around him in a way that reminded him of Giant’s arms around him other times
