"009? What are you doing?" Jet always had trouble thinking of himself as a number, but the others, especially 009 whom he was not particularly fond of, were different. He found it much easier to remember them by number than by name.
Joe's smile faded. "009? Jet, you haven't called me that for nearly a year. What's wrong?"
Joe was seriously invading Jet's personal space now. "I...0...Joe, what are you doing?" Jet stuttered again, finally.
"Well, my dear Jet, I do believe that I'm giving you your good morning kiss. The one you insisted I give you every day?" Jet pulled in a shuddery breath, and Joe's lips descended upon his.
Jet shuddered, and pulled away. "Joe. I'm sorry. I...can't." he turned and ran.
"Jet, where are you going?! Jet, Jet?? Come back!"
Jet gasped and ran faster, he didn't want Joe to follow him.
That was when he woke up.
"Oh shit, what the fuck was that?" Jet's breathing slowly went back to normal. "I don't have a thing for 009...do I?'