You are sick***5

It was a night filled with unexpected surprises.Jakub lay snoring peacefully, oblivious to the world around him.Suddenly, he stirred, opening his sluggish eyes to find Nickel hovering above him.
Nickel retrieved their hands, which had been innocently rubbing Jakub's posterior."Such a sweet boy," Nickel whispered, closing one eye as if feigning sleep.However, Jakub was wide awake, his face red with rage."Wake up!" he shouted, pinching Nickel's cheek.Nickel jolted awake, letting out a sharp hiss."You're such a gentle soul, Jakub," Nickel cooed, "but you shouldn't be so fierce."
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Nickel spoke softly, his tone laced with longing, "Oh, Jakub, be gentle... Such a cute guy like you shouldn't be so fierce." His words dripped with sensuality, making Jakub squirm uncomfortably under the sheets.Jakub sighed heavily, frustration etched across his features. "Yes, but yours is getting out of hand..." He paused, taking a deep breath before continuing, "Would you just stop touching me like some sort of sexually possessed demon? It's just sick."Nickel's expression fell, his eyes welling up with tears. "You said that I'm sick," he whispered sadly, his voice trembling.
Jakub avoided meeting Nickel's gaze, unable to bear the weight of guilt. "No, I didn't," he lied, trying to deflect attention.
Nickel sniffled, wiping away tears that threatened to spill over. "No, you did... I heard you clearly," he said, his voice breaking.
Tears finally escaped, streaming down Nickel's face as he struggled to hold back sobs. "You say don't wanna see me... Okay," he stammered, his voice barely audible.
Jakub blinked rapidly, regret creeping over him. "No, I did not mean that," he corrected hastily, but it was too late.
With a defeated look, Nickel bounced off the doorframe, disappearing from view. From outside, his voice echoed, tinged with sorrow, "Fine, I'll give you the space you want then..."