The next day, when Chas woke up, he still lay on his side, only now he had to suffer one mother of a headache and a rather dry throat. He groaned painfully and couldn't bother with opening his eyes, he was sure of it that his hangover had given him a permanent frown. When he finally opened his eyes, he had trouble adjusting to the surroundings as he normally didn't wake up here. But where was here again? Chas froze as he vaguely remembered John, drinks, there was also a dim memory of Beeman and he recalled to have kissed someone.
'Someone, someone.. Please don't let it be Beeman, please.'

Then he finally became aware of the breathing behind his back, the arm that was lightly wrapped around him and then the warmth of a sleeping body against his. Chas smacked his forehead upon realization. 'Of course it wasn't Beeman, you idiot.'
He was almost positive about who it was that lay next to him as he had recognized this bedroom as John's by now and it only made sense to think it made sense that it was John who breathed down on his neck. It wouldn't make sense if it were Beeman, unless John would be there also, the bed was big enough, after all. 'Chas, don't be stupid.'

Slowly he twisted his body, but it just couldn't be slow enough for the throbbing pain in his head only hurt more with every inch he moved. He couldn't be bothered with moving any further when he was lying on his back and it still made his head spin. John's arm hadn't budged during the move and was now resting on Chas' abdomen. Chas stared at the arm for a moment and acknowledged the fact that they were both still dressed.

Carefully, he turned his head to the right to make sure it was actually John since a pair of black pants and a white shirt didn't necessarily mean anything. There it was, the familiar face of John. Not Beeman. Not Beeman and John. Just John. Chas sighed in relief as he found himself next to his crush, an alcoholic asshole who would take advantage of anyone when ever he pleased. The feeling of relief disappeared in an instant. This seemed nice, what with all the cozy arm wrapped around him, being physically close to John and feeling his breath in his neck, but there was no telling what John would say or do to him the minute he would wake up to a hangover and his arm around his apprentice.

He decided that maybe it would be best if he got out of bed and move to the kitchen before he would find out. Lazily, Chas pushed himself up and was about to move away from under John's arm to get up, but the sudden grip clinging to his shirt made it difficult to get out of bed. Normally Chas would chuckle at the thought of John clinging and he'd have something degrading to say about that but it was too strange a morning to laugh at this sort of thing. A little unsettled, he looked over his shoulder to be greeted with the squinting eyes of John and his bed hair.
The man looked so sleepy that he seemed almost human with a hint of sensitivity, any other day Chas would've gone 'Awwwe, look at the cute lil' exorcist,' but he felt too much like shit to ruin the moment and get a tongue lashing because appearances just aren't everything.

"Stay in the bed," Constantine mumbled, pulling the kid back in and spooned him when Chas had settled back next to him again after a bit of hesitation.

"New line?" Chas wondered as he closed his eyes and enjoyed the warmth. "Wouldn't mind hearing that one more often," he mumbled, expecting a remark like 'don't count on it, kid.'

"Mm, stay in the bed," John said, half asleep and pulling Chas a little closer.

"Ok, not goin' anywhere," Chas chuckled, though it was still really odd that John did everything Chas didn't expect him to do. "So, you're going back to sleep, John? What time is it?" Then Chas suddenly jerked up and as he did a blinding pain shot through his head. "Urgh! Shit, what day is it?" he yelped in pain, putting his hands to his forehead.

"Tuesday. I think," the exorcist replied with a frown and listlessly checked his watch. "And 11 o'clock in the morning."

Chas lay back and stared at the ceiling. "Tuesday, Tuesday." He tried to think what it normally was that he did on that day of the week. He sighed. "What do I do on Tuesdays?"

"Nothing," John answered a little too quickly, softly kissing the neck of his apprentice.

The touch tickled Chas a little and he winced only for John to ignore it and showered more tingling kisses in his neck. "Odd, I thought I had a job to get to, John," Chas said as his frown shifted to a lazy smirk.

"Not today you don't," Constantine breathed between kisses. "Besides, you're already late."

"Yeah, I know that, John. I'm so late I probably missed getting my ass fired."

John pulled back. "So, you stay?"

Chas contemplated it and stared in the deep, searching eyes. "You're asking me to stay?" he finally voiced his surprise.

"Well, I already told you twice to stay in the bed," John said flatly.

"What happens if I stay? You kick me out?"

John chuckled. "I bring you coffee."

"Sure, ok, you go do that," Chas smirked. "You're the seasoned hung over person after all, I'm not sure if I remember how to walk," he added when John rolled to his side and sat up at the other side of the bed, leaving Chas to look at his back. "Next time when I say 'I need a drink,' you say 'Fuck off,' okay, John?"

"That's a lot of responsibility," John snorted as he rose to his feet and seemingly not having as bad a headache as Chas was suffering from.

"Or just make sure you have cookies," he sighed. Laggardly, Chas' arm shot up as he shut his eyes. "Could you get me some water, too? I'm sooo thirsty."

John sighed. Maybe he should kick him out as soon as the kid stops squirming. "Anything else you need, Cleopatra?"

"Hey!" Chas decried and opened his eyes. "Treat me like one all you like, but don't call me that."

"Ok, sure. Princess," he mumbled on his way out of the bedroom. "If that be your will."

"Fuck you, John."

Chas closed his eyes again and dozed off for a while until John shook him. "Get out of the bed."

"Ugh, what happened to 'Stay in the bed,' ?" Chas groaned after a minute. "I was having a nice little nap in it, John."

"Your coffee is served, Your Highness," Constantine scoffed as he forced the kid to sit up and gave him a glass of water. "Your water."

"I'll kill you if you're gonna kneel, John," Chas scowled, taking the water from John and drank it all in one go while John sat down next to him on the edge of the bed. "And I thought you said you'd bring me coffee."

"Don't flatter yourself. How's your head?"

"Sorry, what?" Chas frowned, eliciting a roll of John's eyes. It was amazing to realize where his mind had gone to. "Oh, the headache. It's less. Thanks for the water," he rattled and got up as quickly as he could. "Oh, Christ," he exclaimed as a dizzy spell hit him and grabbed onto John who got up in time to catch him.
"Man, this sucks." Although John had a firm grip on his arms and it would be difficult to fall down, Chas' hands clenched the exorcist's shoulders like there was no tomorrow until the dizziness had subsided and he looked back up, letting go of John.

"Ok, you can let go of me now," Chas said with a resolved face. "Dude, let go, I need to pee and a splash of cold water in my face."

John let go of him. "All right."

"I'll yell if I need your help," he said as he disappeared into the bathroom.

John shuffled back to the kitchen and sat down at the table to light a cigarette, waiting for Chas as he drank his coffee. When John had already finished half of his coffee, his apprentice finally came treading into the kitchen, frantically running his hands through his curly hair.

"My head just won't wake up," Chas pouted as he settled on the chair opposite John and grabbed his mug. "I can't believe you lived this long. You go through this every morning? Geeze," he mumbled and finally took a swig, ignoring the fact that his coffee had been standing there untouched for at least 10 minutes and didn't taste that good anymore.

John cleared his throat. He knew very well he liked his drinks, he liked his drinks so much he hated them and let it be Chas to remind him of that, no matter how unintentional it was. Constantine put his mug back on the table and angrily put out his cigarette. "Finish your coffee," he bit and got up.

Chas pretended not to have noticed the sudden change of mood and sipped his lukewarm coffee, making a face, but he was more interested in asking where John was going rather than complain about the coffee. "Where you going?"

"To run the bath."

Deadpan, Chas watched as John disappeared into the bathroom and listened as the water started running. Chas grew a little suspicious. "Why would you wanna do that, John?" he eventually asked, raising his voice. "You gonna drown me?"

There was no answer. Only the sound of running water until it stopped after several minutes. "Finished your coffee?" John asked as he walked out of the bathroom and slowly made his way to the kitchen table.

Chas looked at what was left of his coffee and wrinkled his nose. "I like my coffee hot. And this," he said, pointing at his coffee for emphasis. "This is not how I like my coffee."

"Then you should've been quick about it, Chas, it was hot fifteen minutes ago," John spouted and grabbed Chas by the arm to haul him off the chair, marching him to the bathroom.

"Uhm, John? Can I ask what the fuck you're doing?"

John pushed him inside. "You're taking a bath."

"I am?" he wondered out loud, trying hard not to loose his footing when John shoved him in. Too many times already had he fallen on his face in front of John. 'Let's not smack on bathroom tiles, I don't wanna bleed to death with John looking.'
Chas turned around to face John and frowned. "Ok, fine, but not with you in here," the kid fussed, crossing his arms. But all he got in return was a snort from Constantine. "John, I'm getting the impression you're not getting out."

Instead of breaking it down in words, John stepped closer, staring down rather than looking the youngster in the eye.

"John, if you're looking for cleavage, I'm not your guy," he frowned. "Besides, I'm not wearing a low cut shirt."

"Shut up," the exorcist said with an air of amusement, finally looking up. "You smell like booze."

Chas snorted. "Yeah, like you smell any different."

"Guess I better take a bath too then," he muttered as he leaned in, searching the soft lips that started moving, throwing out words before he even reached them. John straightened with a barely detectible sigh.

"What do you mean, 'take a bath too'? At a different time though, right? One that doesn't coincide with mine?" Chas went on without taking a breath. 'Knees, stay with me.'

John could answer by using his vocal cords but he only knew one way to keep Chas from talking and without warning, he pressed his lips on Chas'. John opened his mouth and traced the soft lips with his tongue to prevent them from shedding another bundle of words.
Prying open Chas' mouth with his tongue, he forced it inside, a hungry touch Chas returned in kind after a moment of hesitation. Pressing their bodies together, their hands roamed everywhere, across and underneath their shirts until they dropped them to the floor.

John moved his lips down to Chas' neck, showering kisses down his chest and stomach. He heard the hitch in Chas' breath, who stopped him from unfastening his pants. "The, the water's running cold," he wheezed, looking at John who was still on his knees and with Chas' belt in his grip.

"Well, get in," John said calmly, though if it were up to him those pants would drop to the floor right now.

Chas clenched his hands around John's wrists. "I still have my pants on. I'm not taking a bath with my pants on."

John chuckled. "I was going to fix that."

"Ok, but, now it's all uncomfortable with you looking up from down there and we talk too much," Chas stumbled over his words. "'s Not sexy like it was a minute ago."

Without another word, John ran his tongue over Chas' abdomen, sending a sensation through the high-strung Chas who immediately let go of John's wrists. "Not sexy?" John said knowingly while he unfastened Chas' pants and pulled them to the floor without any further interruptions.

"Sexy enough," he replied and sank down to the floor to meet John at eye level. "Now you get in there with me, asshole," he smirked.

"Well, I still have my pants on."