JJ wakes to Cook's arm slung across his chest, in the early light his face is still for once Cook never holds still, he's always kissing/running/fucking/dancing/fighting/singing and so it's strange to see his lips parted and his lashes soft against his cheek. He looks up to the ceiling of his room and tries to remember Cook in the dead of night. He can't- but his open window explains a lot.

These are JJ's favorite times now, when he wakes up as early as he can and feels Cook next to him before he even sees anything else, Cook heavy and warm and finally passed out after his wild date with the night before. Cook in one place, not running away, not shouting, JJ, hurry up you tosser, because JJ is always looking back, back for Freddie, for Effy, whatever/whoever it is that they are running away from this time. Except last night, Cook left him alone, led him out of Freddie's house and then cocked his head at Effy's window and said, see you later JJ. But he's here now, no killing smile, his hands are still his tongue is chaste, his arm is flung carelessly across JJ's chest and that's enough. Cook fucked Effy last night, but he came back to JJ's bed. JJ turns his face towards Cook and into the pillow and closes his eyes again.

The next thing he knows Cook's morning hangover scented breath is in his face. Mornin' J, Cook grins loud in his ear, his arm still thrown across JJ's chest. JJ turns his head on the pillow and wrinkles his nose. You smell all like spunk, JJ accuses him, and Cook grins, I should fuckin' well hope so. JJ's face falls at the reminder of Effy and he starts to ask, but Freddie- Cook cuts him off. I'm done with him. JJ tries to start again, but you said last night- Fuckin' hell J, leave it the fuck alone, Cook surges angrily up then unconsciously using JJ for leverage, and he doesn't remove his arm, tensed now, pressing JJ down into the mattress.

JJ closes his mouth and stares at Cook above him. Cook's nostrils flare, elevated breathing hot on JJ's face, palm heavy against his body. He tries to remember what agitated him more- Cook kissing Freddie or Cook fucking Effy. Last night he went so stiff, just stared down at his shoes as Cook's hands tensed, like they are now, fisted in the bed sheets. When he grabbed Freddie but there wasn't any release not when Cook grabbed Freddie's face not when he pleaded I fuckin' love you not when the glass shattered just like JJ's mind fragments and refuses to reassemble. When he left JJ alone outside of Effy's house JJ couldn't feel his fingers, just his mind spinning, like right now, looking up at the window and he grabbed Cook's shirt and Cook spun on him nothing behind his eyes like that one night and he snarled, get lost JJ. And JJ's mouth parts now, slack, because these days, JJ really can't tell anymore whether Cook is going to kiss or kill.

Are-are you going to h-hit me? JJ manages to stammer as his stomach backflips and his mind turns over, refusing to act linear. Cook's eyes widen. Fuck! he chokes/growls. Fuck, JJ, as he realizes what his hands are doing the look in JJ's eyes. Fuckin' hell, JJ I'm sorry I'm so sorry.