I've royally fucked up. Jim thought as he saw Silver clench his jaw. He knew he had, he knew even before he had opened his mouth. He braced for it to come, a strike across his face, or a slew of yells, he knew something was coming, and from how he had seen Silver deal with Scroop, he knew it was going to be bad.

"Stand up." Silver's voice was low and dangerous, a heavy growl in his throat. Despite his tendency to fight which always got him in trouble, including right now, his instincts seemed to know better. He obeyed immediately, standing and pulling the sheet around himself. Silver stood as well and reached out grabbing the sheet and pulling it away, leaving Jim standing nude in the dark room. Jim shuddered as Silver glowered down at him, his eyes sinking to the floor, unable to look up into the stern face. Silver wasn't having it though. A large hand clamped Jim's jaw and forced him to look up, the red light of Silver's eye illuminating his pale face.

"What did I tell yeh about being my boy on this ship?" Silver growled, leaning in close. His hand was tight on Jim's jaw, clawed fingers beginning to dig into his cheeks.

"T...that I need to be entirely obedient to my Captain…" Jim said, remembering the conversation perfectly. Silver nodded.

"And have yeh been?"

"N...no I haven't." Jim spoke in barely a whisper. "I'm so-"

"Do not talk, unless I've asked yeh a question, Hawkins." The hand clenched warningly, and Jim shut his mouth. Silver leaned in closer, looking Jim directly in the eye. "Now I gave yeh plenty o' warnin Jim, told yeh multiple times to get t' bed, even gave yeh a chance t' take back what yeh said with yer smart mouth, do yeh disagree?"

"N...No, I don't." Jim said. How could he? Silver wasn't wrong, Jim had ample chance to do what he was told, and he silently cursed himself for not taking it.

"So yeh accept what's comin then?" Silver asked.

Jim took in a breath and nodded. He wasn't a kid, he had been told exactly what needed to be done, was given ample warning, and he still fucked up. He had to be a man and accept the consequences.

"I can't hear yer head rattlin Jim." Silver pressed warningly.

"Yes...I accept what's coming." Jim said, averting his eyes slightly. Silver nodded.

"Good." He finally released Jim's jaw and stood up straight. Jim kept his head bowed, his hands clenching at his side. Silver shifted and grabbed the sheet again, tossing it to Jim, who had to scramble to catch the cloth.

"Yer sleepin on the floor tonight." Silver huffed. "Don't got the energy to do more than that, but don't go thinking that's it, we'll continue this conversation in the morning."

"Yes Sir." Jim said softly, watching as Silver rolled in to bed, his back turned to the young man. Jim let out a soft breath and layed down on the floor, wrapping the sheet around himself like a cocoon. It was cold, hard, and uncomfortable; but Jim didn't complain. Inwardly he thought himself lucky, even with the promise of there being more to it tomorrow, Jim was relieved to know Silver wasn't the sort to just beat him black and blue in a rage, unlike some of the cops he knew back home. So he curled up and closed his eyes, barely managing to fall into an uncomfortable sleep, not wanting to think about what waited for him the next morning.

Jim woke the next day to a rough shove against his back. He blinked and started, looking up to see Silver standing, already fully dressed. Despite how tired he was, and how stiff he was from sleeping on the floor, Jim moved to stand, his mind remembering the events from the night before. He was about to pull himself up when Silver spoke.

"Yeh stay down there, Jim." Silver's voice was just as harsh as it had been last night. Jim nodded and rested on his knees, glancing up only when Silver continued. "Stay down there, and follow me."

Silver walked past Jim into the sitting area, and it took Jim a moment to compute. Stay down and follow him? But how-

He wants me to crawl?! Jim thought, face turning bright red as he spun around, eyes following the pirate. L...like a dog!? N...no way…

"Hurry up!" Silver called, his voice raising for the first time. "Or I'll add more on to yer punishment."

Jim swallowed and bit his lip. John was serious. He took a breath and, hesitantly, fighting every urge to start yelling and fighting against the situation, he started to crawl after Silver. He felt humiliated, traversing across the floor, stark naked on all fours. He couldn't look up, he couldn't bear the idea of seeing Silver watching him like this. When he finally came to where Silver was sitting, he rested back on his heels, eyes still down. They were at the table, he could tell, even though he made a point to only look at the tip of Silver's shoe.

"Yeh look mad Jim." Silver said, voice sounding more amused than angry. "Are yeh embarrassed?"

Jim bit his lip to keep down a snarky remark that would likely land him in even more trouble before nodding, his hands clenching on his lap.

"Good." Silver huffed. "Look at me Jim, and don't make me ask twice."

Jim swallowed and looked up, feeling his whole face go red as he met those eyes. Silver still looked angry, though not nearly as livid as he had the night before.

"I know yer new t' this Jim, but yeh gotta learn a lesson here." He said in a soft, yet stern tone. "I ain't gonna hurt yeh, understand? But I expect yeh t' take yer punishment without complaint. It bein yer first time, it will only last the day, understood?"

Jim let out a breath and nodded. He didn't like it, especially if he was going to be on his knees all day, but he would accept it. It was better than getting flogged, or worse. Silver nodded in return.

"I'm gonna tell yeh what yer punishment entails. You will say Yes Sir if yeh understand, or ask a question if you don't, otherwise no talking. Do you understand?"

"Yes Sir." Jim nodded. Silver gave a small smile.

"Good lad." Silver chuckled and took a breath. "First off, yeh won't put yer clothes on, not unless someone else comes in, or I explicitly tell yeh to leave the cabin for some reason."

"Yes Sir." Jim nodded, that was simple enough, and as long as it was just in front of Silver, it wasn't that bad.

"Second, yeh will stay on yer knees." Jim bit his tongue. "Yeh will only stand up if I give yeh permission, or to use the toilet. Yeh will sit on the floor, crawl on the floor, and eat on the floor."

"Yes Sir…." Jim couldn't keep the grumble out of his voice. As soon as he heard himself he flinched, thinking it would piss off Silver, who just chuckled.

"Yeh don't have teh like it, that's sort of the point, but as long as yeh take it, yer good Jim." Silver said, reaching out and ruffling the young man's hair. Jim used every drop of control he had to stop himself from swatting the hand away.

"Lastly, Jim," Silver continued. "There will be a more hands on punishment tonight. Yeh take it all well, yeh can sleep in the bed again tonight. If yeh don't then yer on the floor again. I expect you teh follow them rules even when I'm not here, and I will know if you don't."

Jim frowned slightly, wondering how exactly Silver would know, and what the consequences would be if he did break the rules. But Jim took a breath and gave one last nod.

"Yes Sir."

"Very good." Silver nodded and pulled something off the table before placing it on the floor in front of Jim. Jim looked down at the bowl of food. "Now eat. I gotta get goin soon."

Jim stared at the food, as if expecting the situation to magically change. Apparently he hesitated for too long because he heard Silver clear his throat. Jim took the warning. He sighed and bent forward, doing his best to eat the food without any utensils. The food itself wasn't bad, it was Dogbreath's usual slop, but the process was messy and inefficient. Jim couldn't stop the food from getting on his chin, and the dish moved and threatened to tip over multiple times. When he finally finished his meal he sat up and moved to wipe his chin when a hand on the back of his head caught his attention. He looked up just in time for Silver to reach down with a cloth, and wipe away the mess. Jim blinked, it was a very tender motion, and once his face was clean the old Pirate even gave him a small kiss.

"Yer off t' a good start Jim." He said with a chuckle before standing up. "Keep it up, I'll be back t' check on yeh around mid-day."

And with that Silver walked out the door, leaving Jim sitting, naked and alone, in the middle of the room.

Jim took a breath and looked around the room. The windows all had curtains drawn, and as far as he could tell, there were no cameras. He waited a few minutes before scoffing and standing, stretching out his back. To hell with that. He thought. I'll just say I did it, no way I can stay on my hands and knees that long.

He looked at the door and frowned. Silver trusted him to do as he was told even when he wasn't there to enforce it, and Jim had just told himself he was going to take it like an adult….

"Damn it…" Jim moaned, falling back on to his knees. If he didn't take his punishment like a man, Silver would be disappointed in him. He had been a disappointment to so many people...he couldn't bear to be that to Silver too. So, Jim resigned himself to his day.

It sucked. Within the first hour, his knees felt bruised, his hands were sore, and his back was becoming something terrible. He tried to do his chores, but what had taken only a few short minutes the day before, became a multi-houred thing. Making the bed was nearly impossible, and in the end, all the work he did looked half-assed. After three hours of trying to get things done, Jim accepted that he had reached his limit on what he could do while following Silver's orders, and decided to rest.

We went into the bedroom and layed down on the floor by the bed, stretching out his legs and arms to get the kinks out of his hips and elbows. He looked up at the ceiling, breathing slowly as he thought things over. He had quite a few more hours to go like this, plus that hands on punishment Silver had mentioned before. What could that mean? Silver had promised not to hurt him but...maybe pirates had different standards on what hurting someone meant? Jim remembered when he was a child, his mom would spank him if he did something really bad, or dangerous. It was the only time his mom ever struck him, and it never really hurt, but it was effective because she really didn't do it very often. He wondered if it was something like that. That wouldn't be too bad...He thought to himself, blushing. He did think of Silver's large hands, and claws, and figured it would hurt a good deal more than what his mom used to do, but even then, it's not like he was going to get flogged or something.

He lay there thinking for some time, his thoughts of what was to come later eventually drifting into daydreams, his mind wandering to Treasure Planet, his life afterwards as a pirate, and what adventures he was going to go on. He was hardly aware that another few hours had passed until he heard the front door of the cabin open.

"Jim? Where are ye?"

"Here!" He called, rolling off of his back and crawling into the front room. As soon as he saw Silver's eyes on him, he felt embarrassed again. Silver smirked and took a seat in one of the large, comfortable chairs by the window, Jim crawled over to sit in front of him.

"How's it goin so far Jim?" Silver asked, running a hand through Jim's hair. "Yeh been good?"

Jim bit his lip and looked away. Silver's smile faded and his eyes narrowed.

"Jim?"

"I….messed up." He said with a sigh, bowing his head. Silver looked at him, eyes stern, but his face neutral.

"Tell me, Jim."

"I...stood up." He said softly, not meeting his eyes. "It was right after you left, I was mad and...I don't got any excuse. I realised I was being stupid and stuborn, and was good the rest of the time but...I still did it."

Silver listened and nodded.

"How long were yeh standing up fer, before you decided it was a mistake?"

"Three...maybe four minutes." Jim mumbled. Silver sighed and rubbed a hand over his face.

"What am I goin t' do with yeh, Jim?" He groaned. Jim looked up hesitantly, Silver was looking tired again, and Jim felt a pang of guilt.

"I'm sorry…" Jim muttered. John sighed and rested his chin on his hand, looking down at the young man.

"Yeh know, any other Captain would beat you blue fer this?" He said, his voice soft, despite the words. Jim bit his lip and swallowed nervously.

"I understand…"

"Jim…" Silver shook his head and took in a breath. "Well...at least you realized it was a stupid thing teh do. And yeh told me the truth, but I can't just let yeh get away with it."

"I know…" Jim bowed his head even more. The two of them were silent for some time as Silver thought, and Jim waited.

"Alright then…" Silver finally sighed and leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he looked down at Jim. "Yeh messed up, but yeh figured it out and were honest, so I ain't gonna punish yeh any more than what's already set."

Jim blinked and looked up, brows furrowed in confusion. He opened his mouth to ask something, but Silver raised a hand.

"But I expect yeh to do better in the future, understood?" He sighed. "I know yer better than this Jim, so I expect yeh t' be."

Jim stared and bit his lip, nodding, terrified at the water starting to gather in his eyes. He felt so ashamed, because Silver was willing to forgive him, with the expectation to do better. He wasn't mad, he didn't want to punish him or push him away, he just wanted him to do better.

"I'm sorry…" Jim sniffed, raising a hand to wipe a stray tear away from his face. John gave a small smile.

"Ah...come here Lad." The Ursid chuckled and pulled the smaller man into his lap, holding him against his chest. "There there, yer' alright Jimbo...it's alright…"

Jim pressed his face into the Captains chest, shoulders shaking as he let himself cry. They sat there for a few minutes, Jim weeping against Silver, as Silver hushed him, petting his back gently. When the tears finally slowed, Jim leaned away, sniffing as he gasped for air. Silver smiled and pulled a handkerchief out of a pocket, handing it to the boy, who blew his nose loudly.

"Yeh feel better now, Jim?" Silver asked softly. Jim nodded.

"Y...Yeah….thanks." Jim hiccupped. He took a breath, and slowly his breathing calmed as well.

"Of course Lad." Silver chuckled, rubbing the boys back. "I think yev had enough fer the day…"

"No…" Jim sighed, shaking his head, looking up at Silver with a small smile, his face still red. "No, I'll finish out the day as you've ordered."

Silver raised an eyebrow and gave a soft chuckle.

"Are yeh sure?" Silver asked.

"Yeah, I'm sure." Jim said, slowly sliding off of the Ursid's lap and back on to the floor, looking up at him again, this time with a soft, determined look. "I broke the rules, I need to take the punishment, all of it. I'm not gonna let myself get off easy."

Silver chuckled and shook his head, resting against the arm of his chair.

"You are a strange Lad…" He said softly. "Alright, the rest of the day will continue as planned Jim."

"Thank you." Jim smiled and tilted his head, an idea coming to mind. "Um…"

"What is it?" Silver asked, noting the red on Jim's cheeks not residing.

"How long can you stay?" Jim asked softly. John raised an eyebrow.

"I probably got about an hour before I need to go check up on the crew." He said slowly. "But I'm not gonna-"

Jim shook his head with a laugh, resting his hands on Silver's knees.

"I'm not gonna ask for that." Jim said softly. "I just...I wanted to apologize properly...if you'll let me."

Silver's brow raised even higher.

"Alright…." He said slowly again, his curiosity piqued. Jim smiled and rested his chin on Silver's knee as his hands slid up the pirates legs, to the belt of his pants. John raised an eyebrow, lips curling into a smirk.

Silver said nothing and just watched as Jim unfastened the belt, pulling the fabric away just enough to pull out the Ursid's large member. Jim swallowed, looking at it as his fingers slid over the sensitive flesh. Silver let out a soft growl as his cock twitched in response to the touch, quickly growing hard. Jim smiled up at Silver and leaned forward, settling himself between his thick legs, to run his tongue up the length.

The sound that left Silver's mouth sent a shiver up Jim's spine. He repeated the motion, running his tongue up the underside of Silver's cock, his hands working together to stroke near the base. When he finally reached the head, he had to sit up nearly straight to take it into his mouth. The head of Silver's cock was enough to make Jim's jaw ache, but he closed his eyes and took it as far as he could into his mouth, sucking gently as Silver let out a deep moan. Jim felt one clawed hand brush through his hair, petting him gently as he gazed up to meet Silver's eyes. The Ursid was breathing heavily, his tan, fuzz-covered skin flushed as he watched Jim, eye dilated.

Jim wondered what was going on in Silver's mind as he took him just a little deeper, threatening to choke himself on the member, the hand on his head twitching, nearly grasping his hair. Silver did not close his eyes or look away, he watched, mouth slightly open, his mechanical hand clenched on the arm of the chair. He was clearly doing all he could to control himself.

Jim had seen plenty of porn, he had seen girls, and guys, take cocks deep into their throats, to the point of choking, and the people they did it for always seemed to really like it. He wanted to try it, but suspected Silver would try to stop him. So, he offered instead, closing his eyes and opening his mouth wide, waiting for Silver to move him.

"Bloody Hell Jim..." Silver groaned out, his hand finally clenching a handful of Jim's hair before pushing him down onto his cock. Jim clenched his eyes and did all he could to relax the muscles in his throat, taking a deep breath in through his nose as Silver slid into the back of his mouth and throat. It only lasted a few seconds, but when Silver finally pulled Jim's head away, he was coughing and gasping for air. He had barely caught his breath when his head was being pulled forward again, and he opened his mouth obediently.

Silver controlled the pace from then on, pulling Jim down onto his cock at a steady rhythm, occasionally pressing to the back of the young man's throat. Whenever he was not having to deepthroat, Jim made sure to keep his eyes up at Silvers, examining his face as he focused on the taste of the member in his mouth. It was hot and salty, Silver smelled of heat, tobacco, and animal; it was making Jims head feel dizzy.

Silver's pace started to quicken, his other hand now joining the first as he pulled Jim deep on to his member, the cyborg's breathing becoming labored. Jim could tell he was close.

"I think I like the apology, Jim." Silver chuckled, through gritted teeth. Jim hummed, eyes not leaving Silver's, even as he pressed into the back of his mouth. "If yeh swallow...I'll bring yeh a treat later."

Jims heart fluttered. Two prospects that he had never really thought of before, but in that moment sounded very appealing; a special treat from Silver, and swallowing his seed. Jim nodded, still sucking on Silver's cock. John chuckled and let out a low growl. It was the only warning, but Jim recognized it. The movement stopped as Silver closed his eyes and let out a deep moan; hot, thick, salty fluid flooding into Jim's mouth.

The sheer volume was intense, but Jim started swallowing as soon as his throat would work. He felt the heat run down his sore throat, and cursed himself in his mind as he felt some drip down his chin. Finally Silver was spent, and released Jim's hair, letting the young man lean away, swallowing the last of it. John panted hard as he looked down at Jim, eyes roaming over the small dribble of cum that dripped down his chin and on to his chest and thighs. Jim glanced up at Silver, his own chest heaving as he breathed. Silver smiled and pulled Jim forward into a kiss, sliding his tongue into his mouth, tasting himself on him. When he pulled away, he stroked his chin with his thumb.

"You did good, Jimbo." He said, voice like velvet. Jim smiled, his heart fluttering. He felt proud, and hearing that praise meant more to him than he had ever expected. Silver sighed and ruffled Jim's hair before standing. "Sadly I have teh get back t' the ship."

Jim nodded and scooted back, giving Silver room to move as he looked up at him.

"I'll see you tonight?" He asked.

"Of course." Silver chuckled. "Unless I'm late again, in which case yeh had better be in that bed asleep, yeh understand me?"

Jim chuckled and nodded.

"I understand."

"Good lad." He chuckled before leaving the room. Jim smiled and looked down at himself, at the mess on his skin. He had been hesitant about the whole obedience thing but….this wasn't too bad. Heck, in some ways Jim even liked it; Silver was fair, more fair than the cops, or the school. Unlike them, he gave Jim the chance to fix things, and when he did good, he said so, rather than ignoring it. Jim chuckled softly, shaking his head at the memories before crawling his way into the bathroom to wash up.

Jim spent most of the rest of the day relaxing. He found a spot in the bedroom to lay down, and started reading a few of the books that were on the shelves. Most of the books were on naval strategy and star charts, about what Jim had expected, this once being Captain Amelia's room.

That part still bothered him; here he was, cahooting with, and even being very intimate with, pirates, while Amelia, Arrow, and the good Doctor sat down in the brig. He couldn't help but feel guilty, those three had never done him any harm, and he didn't know what was going to happen to them after they reached the island.

Setting the book down, Jim stretched, deciding to ask Silver about it tonight, if he had the chance. He was about to pull another book when he heard the door of the cabin open, it was still pretty early, according to the clock. Wandering what Silver may have forgotten, he made his way to the doorway again, stopping instantly in his tracks. It wasn't Silver standing in the doorway, it was Scroop.

Jim moved quickly, jumping to his feet and grabbing the sheet from the bed. He had just managed to wrap himself up when Scroop entered the bedroom doorway, orange eyes gleaming in the dim room.

"What do you want?" Jim hissed, turning to face the spider-like alien.

"Where is the Captain?" Scroop hissed in return, large claws flexing at his sides.

"Not in here." Jim huffed. "Don't know what he's working on today, go ask Turnbuckle or something."

"I'm asking you, Boy." Scroop snarled, stepping towards him. Jim took a step back, his foot hitting the edge of the bed. He was stuck, the room was small, and he was completely exposed. He shuddered as Scroop loomed over him, eyes narrowing.

"Well I can't help you." He said, trying to keep his voice steady. "Now leave, or Silver will hear about this…"

"Will he now?" Scroop let out a deep chuckle, glancing backwards at the cabin door. "I suppose he will...well then, I'll leave you be, for now."

Jim frowned as the alien turned and started to skitter away, clenching his fists when he turned back towards him.

"Best not wander alone, Boy." Scroop hissed. "Accidents can happen."

And with that, the alien was gone. Jim let out a shaky breath and ran quickly to lock the front door of the cabin. He plopped onto the chair Silver had been sitting in earlier, wrapping the blanket tighter around himself. He didn't care if he was breaking rules, or that Silver might be mad that the door's locked, he would deal with that later,right now he could only focus on what Scroop said, wondering what sort of accidents he had meant.

Silver returned late again. Jim had watched from the window as the crew finished their work and started to settle down, Grewnge waddling out to take the night watch. He had considered going to bed, as Silver had told him to, but he knew he couldn't. He needed Silver, the idea of laying down, naked and alone, after Scroop had barged in, terrified him. He stayed curled up in the chair, the blanket wrapped tightly around him, and he closed his eyes. He's gonna be mad. He thought in the quiet space. But that's okay. As long as he's here…

Almost on cue,there was the sound of the door handle rattling as someone tried to enter. Jim froze, wondering for a moment if it was Silver, or someone else. When there were three heavy bangs on the door and a voice called in, Jim let out a sigh of relief.

"Jim?! There better be a damn good reason you locked me out…."

Jim ran to the door and unlocked it, looking up at the tired and irritated looking pirate. Silver stepped in, hanging his hat on the coat rack as he glowered down at Jim.

"What in the Devil are-" Silver started, but Jim couldn't wait. He pressed against Silver's belly, wrapping his arms around the thick frame and just burying himself into his form. Silver's hands went to his shoulders, returning the hug slightly.

"Jim?" He asked, tone warry.

"I'm sorry." Jim let out shakily. "I know I broke the rules again but...I couldn't….I just…"

"Hey hey…" Silver tried to pull Jim away to get a look at him, but the young man had a vice grip on his shirt. John pressed his lips together and bent down, slipping an arm under the human's legs, lifting him up into his arms.

"Alright, here we go." He said softly, carrying Jim into the bedroom and sitting with him, keeping the young man on his lap. "Jim? Jim look at me."

Jim shuddered and pulled away finally, looking up at Silver with red eyes, and a pale face. Silver brushed his hair aside.

"What happened, Lad?" Silver knew something was very wrong, the lad looked terrified. Jim swallowed and sighed, looking down at his hands.

"Scroop came in here…" He said softly. Silver's shoulders and arms tensed, Jim could feel his fist on his lower back.

"Did he hurt yeh?"

"No...but…" He sighed. "He definitely saw me and...for a moment I thought he...but he didn't."

"He said somethin' though, didn't he?" John pressed. Jim nodded.

"Said it best I didn't walk alone….that accidents happen."

"Blighter…" Silver huffed, his teeth grinding. He should have killed Scroop already, he was half tempted to go do so now, but the smaller hand clenched in his shirt kept his attention on the slim figure on his lap.

"John?" Silver looked down at the young man and his heart panged. Jim looked so young, too young, in that moment, wrapped up in his arms, still shaking like a leaf.

"It's alright Jimbo. I'll deal with Scroop." He sighed, planting a small kiss on his head. "Right now yeh need t' rest. Do yeh think yeh can sleep?"

Jim blinked and frowned, tilting his head confused.

"W...what about my punishment?" Jim asked, Silver instantly shaking his head.

"I think yeh've learned yer lesson Jim." He sighed. "All's forgiven, so don't yeh be worryin about it, alright?"

Jim continued to stare up at him and nodded.

"Okay…"

"Hey, it's alright." John smiled, petting the young man's hair. "Yeh don't got t' worry about a thing, I promise."

"I know…" Jim said, a small smile on his face. "I just…" He trailed off, glancing away, face turning pink. John silently cursed his body for reacting to the sight.

"Yeh just what Jim?" He pressed, gently pressing his fingers against Jims chin to make him look up again.

"I...just want to do good…" He mumbled, clearly embarrassed at the words. John felt his heart skip a beat.

This kid has no idea what he does to me….Bugger it all.

"You do, do good Jim." He said with a chuckle, hugging him a little closer. "Very very good in fact."

"Really?" Jim asked. John smiled, despite the many curses running through his mind.

"Yes, really." He said again. "What, do yeh need me t' prove it to yeh?"

"I…" Jim flushed deeply, but he said nothing more. John let out a breath and smiled, leaning in and pressing a gentle, yet firm kiss against the young man's lips. Jim let out a soft sigh and returned the kiss, his arms shifting to wrap around the Ursid's neck.

John wanted nothing more than to lay Jim down and spend the night showing Jim just how good he was, but it was late, and there was more to be done in the morning. Besides, when the kiss finally broke and he looked down at the young man, who still looked shaken despite the flushed face, it just didn't feel right. Instead he picked him up again and laid him down on the bed before undressing himself and sliding in beside him.

"Get some sleep Jimbo." He said in a gentle tone. Jim looked disappointed but sighed, nodding and snuggling up against the large form. John smiled and wrapped his arms around him. "Good lad."

And they both fell into an uneasy sleep.