"Time to wake up, love."

Jefferson made an annoyed moaning sound, keeping his eyes closed and smacking at the hand that was shaking his shoulder. He heard a familiar chuckle before the hand was touching him again, but now, instead of shaking him, the bastard was tickling him. And he was ticklish, too!

"Stoppit," he said, trying to be annoyed but laughing instead, writhing away from the hand.

"I'll pass, love," his attacker said, now using both hands.

Jefferson, laughing, opened his eyes to see Killian looming over his bed. Though the black-haired boy was positively disheveled and still in his pyjamas, he looked very, very good. Especially with the huge grin he had on his face.

"Alright, I'm up now. Happy?" asked Jefferson, sitting up and running a hand through his hair.

"Yes," said Killian, pressing a kiss to Jefferson's lips.

There was a small 'heh' from the sleepy boy. It was so much like Killian to be kissing him first thing in the morning, though this one was softer than normal. Jefferson couldn't help but wonder why.

"Well, that was a bit wimpy. Are you not feeling good?"

Killian sat on Jefferson's bed. He frowned, looked at the floor for a minute, then looked back at Jefferson.

"I just…wanted to be a bit…nicer."

"Why?"

"Well…it's just…hm. I've just been feeling like a failure since that fight with Gold. I figure if I'm nicer to you, you won't want to leave me."

Jefferson looked at Killian in pure shock.

"Why would I ever want to leave you?" he asked, voice sounding exactly as he felt.

"Because I'm weak. And I lost. Someone told me they didn't want to be associated with me because I lost to a cripple."

Those words, said in such a heart-breaking manner, made Jefferson's stomach flip and his fists clench. Why would anyone say that to a guy like Killian?

"I don't care if you lost or not. Gold is a tough-ass guy, and nobody has won a fight against him. And you aren't weak. You're human."

'Hah, some speech. I suck at this stuff,' thought Jefferson.

But, maybe he was better at it than he thought, because Killian practically tackled him into a hug. Jefferson was confused for a moment, but as soon as he brain processed what was going on, he wrapped his arms around the black-clad teen. This was odd, because Killian didn't really hug.

"Have I told you I love you, Jeff?"

"Not yet."

"Well, then," said Killian, moving to press his forehead against Jefferson's, blue eyes looking into a pair almost identical to his. "I love you, Jefferson. I love you."

Jefferson grinned and pulled Killian into a kiss. Once again, it was soft and sweet, and something that Jefferson wasn't really used to. But, he liked it. And apparently, so did Killian.

But, it still didn't stop Killian from using tongue.

Feisty bastard.

And there it is! My third MadCaptain and I'm fairly pleased with this one. What do you think dearies? And, a thank you to KnivesAndPens13, the only reviewer so far for my MadCaptain stuff.