Jack woke up to a shirtless and warm Jake, his chest comforting under he sheets, and Jack burrowed closer to the smooth dark skin. "Hey, handsome," he murmured, tracing fingers down Jake's ribs. Jake mumbled something back and his eyelids flickered open. Slices of hazel focused blearily on Jack through dark fringe, and Jack grinned. "I love how you know I'm talking about you," he teased, and Jake groaned slightly.
"No one else in this bed," was what Jack made out, and he rolled slightly, trapping Jack against his naked chest, an arrangement that Jack was very happy with. "Av'ry's n'th'sh'w'r."
"In the shower?" Jack listened for it, and then nodded. "Yes, but Avery's beautiful. You're all manly."
"'s'right," Jake said, too tired to acknowledge Jack's mocking tone. "Manly man. I c'n beat you up."
"Mm, I'd like that," Jack said, his grin turning impish."Get me hard, Jakey, knock me right down, right out. Tiger."
Jake groaned again and cuffed Jack on the back of the head. "Arse. Sleep now."
"Only until Avery gets out of the shower," Jack said firmly. "I'm not tired."
"'course you're not," Jake said, closing his eyes again. "Sleep now."
It only took Jack a few minutes to fall asleep, and once he was fully, Jake got up. He put on his shirt. He looked back at Jack, who was curled in a little ball, and pulled the sheets up to cover him. When Avery got out of the shower, Jake was still standing there watching Jack.
"Hey," Avery said, toweling his hair. He wasn't wearing a shirt. "Good morning."
Jake turned and touched his chest. "Hey, beautiful."