Morning Afterglow

by Noxnoctisanima

Summary:

Owen is used to waking up next to people, but this is a little new.

Owen's head is splitting apart and something particularly foul has crawled into his mouth and is decomposing against his tongue. He groans long and loud (to loud for his poor head) into his pillow which he had obviously been drooling into all night because he gets a face full of damp patch. At this point the rest of his body gets involved and fuck he must have done something stupid last night because everything hurts.

His eyes crack open reluctantly through a crusty coating of god-knows-what and catch sight of a rather masculine back in bed next to him.

It wouldn't be the first, or even tenth time Owen had woken up in bed with a man, in a lot of ways they were preferable to women in a morning after capacity, much less likely to want snuggles and phone numbers. Only this back looked suspiciously familiar.

Owen levers himself (slowly, carefully, gradually) up until he is sitting in bed, rather than sprawled bonelessly, in what he now recognises as well fucked afterglow, against the mattress.

The sense of dread that had been building in the back of his mind is realised when Jack's face emerges from the hair on the pillow next to him.

"Fuck me!"

"Not right now Owen, I'm chafed." Jack's sarcastic drawl into the pillow is not the reaction he was hoping for.

"We did not!"

Jack seems to resign himself at this point to not getting any more sleep and rolls over to face Owen.

"We did in fact, twice. You have a remarkably good recovery period for someone with so much alcohol in their system."

He stares at Owen's carefully blank face, and flops onto his back.

"Stop looking like a deflowered virgin, unless you honestly expect me to believe I'm the most inappropriate person you've ever woken up beside."

Owen seems to consider the logic of this argument, appears to declare it all far to hard to deal with this early and this hung over and pulls out a cigarette instead.

Jack steals it from between his lips and Owen swears at him, but he's long since learnt the idiocy of fighting over a cigarette in bed, he has the scars and scorched sheets to prove it and so just lights himself another.

Owen lets out a cloud of smoke and considers it for a long moment.

"The Teaboy never finds out about this."