JJ has learned to tell whether it's going to be one of those nights where Cook sticks his hands down JJ's pants or not. Logically, it directly correlates to which types of pills he's swallowed, how many what color, which girl held it out to him on her pink pink tongue. How many drinks he drinks after, were they red blue green, acid purple, the flat keg beer in the stupid cups. Well, but JJ likes to imagine there's a specific twist to his smile how he tilts his hips. JJ likes to think there is a special look to Cook when he guns for JJ's cock.

It's not about which dark corner it happens in, not about the girls who swished their hair and shot Cook down. It's more to do with when Cook comes round his front door and JJ looks down at Cook's large hands and he knows it's going to be one of those nights. Yeah, JJ can tell. Even if Freddie doesn't believe him, with his beautiful pouty lips pursed and sour. Freddie doesn't really know but he kind of does, well, sort of. He listens to JJ and he purses those lips some more and he tells JJ to stop hanging round so much with Cook, he'll get hurt. And he listens to JJ's protests and he shakes his head, and he knows, even though he doesn't really know. And it's weird to JJ, if he- well- likes Cook's hands down his pants (um, he doesn't maybe well not actually) well, wouldn't Freddie maybe make more sense? He's so pretty with his animal movements and his grace his sunny smile and delicate hands. Cook is just an animal.

Well, a charming animal at least, with a wide mouth JJ never really looked at until it was hot against his neck one night. One night when they staggered into the alley and Freddie wasn't there why not? (JJ doesn't remember now) and they collapsed against the wall and Cook buried his face against JJ's neck and said something entirely senseless and vodka scented. And JJ just patted his head and tried not to squeak when Cook's hands went all down his pants. They were rough rough and so much larger than his, like his smile, like the lecherous grin where JJ can see all his canines. Yeah and for some reason JJ closes his eyes, and his breath hitches and his heart turns over and electric spark jumps in his chest, but they don't say anything about it afterwards and Cook kisses his cheek just like normal.

JJ can tell now, whether it's going to be one of those nights where Cook sticks his hand down JJ's pants or not. If it's going to be one of those long long nights, the ones he swears are brighter, where all the lights flicker and then glow brighter with spastic halos. The nights he swears are the darkest, more saturated, every touch isolated in the absence of light. If it's going to be one of those nights when Cook shoots him one of those sideways looks from under his lashes and leads him out into the warm city darkness.