It's late when Orange finally hears a key in the lock, the front door eventually being pushed open. Orange looks up from the book he's reading, listening to Hook's familiar, staggered progress through the apartment. He'd been out with his friends, a birthday party that he'd invited Orange along to, but Orange had refused, encouraging Hook to go on his own. He enjoys spending time with Hook, of course, and his friends can be alright, if a little overwhelming, but there's something nice about just sitting at home and enjoying silence after the last couple of months.
Orange smiles as the bedroom door is pushed open and Hook stares in at him. "Hey," he greets him.
"Hey," Hook murmurs, running his hand through his hair before stumbling into the room, kicking his shoes off and tossing his clothes haphazardly towards the hamper as he goes. "Ugh, how late is it?" he wonders, dropping down onto the bed at Orange's feet.
"Almost 3," Orange says, poking at Hook's shoulder with his toes.
"You're still up," Hook says, squinting over at him. "Why?"
"Couldn't sleep," he shrugs. "Thinking too much." He sets his book aside and rolls onto his side when Hook crawls gracelessly up the bed and leans against the pillows, staring at him. "Glad you're home," he says, brushing Hook's hair out of his eyes and leaning in to kiss him.
Hook hums into it, sighing. "I, uh, I brought you some cake," he says, eyes fluttering shut.
"Really?"
"Yeah, there were a couple slices left over, and I called dibs on one for you," Hook says.
"Cake thief," Orange teases him.
Hook huffs and buries his face in the pillow. "Am not," he mumbles, starting to doze off. "They were savin' it for you since they expected to see you tonight..."
Orange considers this for a moment before pressing a kiss to Hook's shoulder, getting out of bed and quietly padding his way out to the kitchen. The promised cake is in the fridge, awkwardly tilted on the edge of the top shelf, and Orange chuckles as he rescues it before it could fall out, leaning against the island as he pulls the container open and looks down at it. It's a two tier cake, frosting smeared on the edges, its messiness doing nothing to hide how expensive the cake must've been.
He reaches over and grabs a fork from the drawer, closing his eyes at the first bite. He shakes his head, still not entirely sure if Hook stole the cake, or if it was actually willingly given, and not really minding at this time. He chuckles, scooting onto the stool and taking another bite, sighing.
All in all, it isn't a bad way to spend the night.
-x
Hook wakes up with a quiet groan, hating every inch of the sunlight that gleams down onto his face. He exhales and lifts his head, grimacing at the clock as he tries to focus on the numbers. "What the..."
He becomes aware of shuffling nearby and looks over to find Orange standing next to the bed. "Good morning," he teases him, setting something down on the table within Hook's eye range. "How are you feeling?"
"Ugh," is all Hook offers, burying his face in his arms as Orange chuckles.
"When you wake up, there's food on the table next to you," he says, brushing his hand lazily up and down Hook's back before leaving the room.
Hook drifts for awhile, smelling something cheesy and savory next to him, teasing him just enough to keep him on the edge of consciousness. He slowly sits up, brushing his hands through his hair before reaching up to grab blindly at the food. He's dozed long enough that it's not burning hot, just warm against his fingers. it takes him a couple of tries to find his mouth with the sandwich square, groaning as the flavors of the cheese Orange regularly uses bursts against his tongue.
He eventually forces his eyes open and takes in the whole display: three squares of grilled cheese remaining, an impressive amount of potato chips flooding his plate, a diet Coke and two aspirin sitting on the table next to it. He takes it all in while chewing a second part of the sandwich, sighing softly.
He's taken the pills and sipped carefully from the soda, working his way through some of the potato chips, when Orange pushes his way into the room with his own plate and soda, his eyes brightening when he sees Hook awake and eating. "Hey," he says, turning to face him.
Orange smiles at him and crawls up the bed, settling back against the pillows and biting into his own sandwich.
"You let me sleep in," Hook observes, finally looking properly at the clock and realizing just how close it is to 1 PM.
"To be honest, I didn't get to sleep until about daybreak and only woke up about an hour ago myself," Orange says, shrugging. "Glad you had fun last night."
Hook's lips twitch up into a small smile. "Sorry your getting to relax didn't work as well as you hoped it would."
Orange shrugs. "It's ok. Maybe after Double or Nothing, things will feel better."
Hook leans his head on Orange's shoulder, still chewing some potato chips. "Yeah, I know the feeling," he sighs, closing his eyes.
"Are you going to fall back asleep?" Orange asks after a few moments of Hook not moving away.
"Nah. You're just a good pillow."
Orange huffs a laugh, reaching over to grab Hook's plate off of the table, settling it on his lap. He holds it steady while Hook continues eating, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. "That cake was really good last night. Thank you."
"You're welcome," Hook says, pausing mid-bite to look up at Orange, brows furrowing. "I swear I didn't steal it. Mooch really did want you to have it."
"I believe you," Orange says with a smirk that makes Hook roll his eyes.
"Sounded really believable," he mumbles, washing down his meal with more soda.
"Nah, I really do, it's why I made lunch," Orange says.
"I bring you cake, I get grilled cheese in return?" Hook smiles a little. "That's fair enough."
"I thought so," Orange says, not surprised when Hook moves their plates aside and leans in, kissing him.
"Thank you."
Orange kisses him back. "You're welcome."