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Jamie woke up slowly, content for the moment with basking in the warmth beneath the covers. His boyfriend, whose bed they were currently wrapped up in, was curling into his side.
As much as Jamie loved Jack, with the few weeks they had officially been together, the guy was nothing but knives.
There was no chance Jamie was going to be able to get back to sleep.
Slowly prying himself out of Jack’s vice-grip, Jamie stands and stretches, before looking back with a smile. Pulling the sheets back over Jack, he wonders what he could do until Jack joins the world of the living.
It didn’t look like it would be anytime soon.
Pulling on his jeans, Jamie checks his phone.
A few messages from friends, all of them making Jamie bring his hand up to cover his mouth, so as to not wake Jack up.
They were all idiots, but they meant well.
Finally checking the time, it became apparent why his friends had sent what they sent.
At least it was the weekend; neither of them had to worry about missing classes, both having well and truly crossed the point of not even worth trying to get there.
Maybe he should be a good boyfriend and bring Jack a late brunch or something. Coffee at the least.
With a plan in mind, Jamie finished redressing, opened the previously drawn curtains to let the midday sun shine through, and left the room.
All kitchens were the same, more or less. How hard could it be?
All kitchens weren’t the same.
Jamie walked into the room he kind of remembered passing the previous night, though to be honest, he was quite distracted at the time.
Jack’s mouth on his collarbone tended to do that to a person.
Brushing his hand over his more likely than not hickey covered neck, his previous smile vanished when he came to see the five sets of eyes fixed on him.
The looks were much alike those that animals give when sizing up their next meal.
And that’s when it hit him.
“Oh my god, I’m going to kill him.” Jamie, still standing in the middle of the room, hid his face in his hands, muttering threats and curses under his breath.
Tooth and North shared concerned looks with the other three. Shrugs, head tilts, and widening eyes were exchanged.
Was the kid alright?
Tooth was the one who eventually voiced the growing shared concern between the rest of them, to which Jamie snapped out of whatever it was he’d fallen into.
“I can’t believe he didn’t tell me!”
“Tell you what?”
Jack called from the doorway, self-satisfied smirk on his face.
Jamie’s mouth opened and closed a few times, before he settled on just glaring at his once darling boyfriend.
“You,” Was all Jamie hissed, pointing at Jack with an unsteady finger.
Jack just laughed, wrapping an arm around Jamie, as the taller boy hid his face in his hands once more.
“Guys, this is Jamie. Jamie, this is Santa, Perky, Charlie Chaplin, Dundee,” He points to each respective person, some names rewarding him with looks of amusement, others of outrage (Aster), before his directing finger was pointing at Pitch.
“And I think you know who that is, isn’t that right?”
“Oh my god, I’m not talking to you. This is me not talking to you, alright?” Jamie calls out before leaving the kitchen and climbing back up the stairs.
Hiding out in Jack’s room seemed to be the best course of action.
Pulling out his phone, Jamie opens up a new message, fingers flying across the screen in their fury.
You are dead to me.
Feeling his phone go off, Jack pulled it out, ignoring the questions being thrown his and Pitch’s way.
“Stop asking, Toothiana, I’ve never met the boy before.” Pitch snaps, not comfortable with the un-just interrogation.
It wasn’t supposed to be him on the poking end of the stick. This wasn’t the plan.
“Are you sure, mate? Looked like he knew you. Was absolutely mortified, the poor kid.” Aster offers, before looking over to the now cackling Jack.
“Is there anything you’d like to share?”
Jack waved a hand at them before passing his phone over, message for all to see.
“I think I’m in the dog house, but so worth it.”
The others were confused that a threat like that would get such a reaction out of Jack.
Maybe they should’ve intervened sooner if this was the sort of person Jack ended up with.
“Before you get the wrong idea though, his reaction was more than I could’ve ever dreamed of.
“Oh and Pitch, let’s just say he’s your number one fan.”
As he laughs his way up the stairs, the other’s sit quietly, letting the new information process.
All of a sudden, they felt sorry for Jamie.
They were going to have to sit Jack down for a talk.