whysamwhy123 asked:
Trick or treat!!
(Because you liked that weird college AU that I did nothing with)
Hook comes in at half past 1, and Jack immediately knows he should have pretended to sleep, at least so they wouldn’t be locked into the awkward dance they’re doing now: both trying to shrug on their pajamas without looking at the other, maneuvering around each other to get their toothbrushes, their combs, all the shit that’s been good and thoroughly mixed in the past 3 months of them sharing the dorm space. But whatever. Here they are - roommates in the middle of a fight, trying to go to bed without falling back into it.
But even after Jack has curled into his single, arm looped beneath his head as he stares at the cracks in the drywall, he can’t sleep. He can’t get comfortable, and he can’t slip off, and he knows Hook can’t either, because the other metal bedframe keeps squeaking when Hook readjusts himself again.
Finally, after what feels like a lifetime, Hook sighs. Loudly. “Jack.”
“No,” Jack says, and curls up tighter. God, having only one room sucks ass. There’s no where else for them to go, so they’re stuck here, on top of each other, pissed and sparking.
“Okay, you have to give me something here,” Hook snaps. “Because that shit? Back at the party? Dude, what the fuck. You can’t just–”
“Go to sleep, Hook.”
There’s some indistinct muttering, and the rustling of blankets, and then Hook’s mumbling, “Jesus fucking Christ, –the worst thing I’ve ever – ugh, fucking blankets–”
“It’s fine,” Jack lies. “I don’t care.”
“You could have just told me that you were interested in her! C'mon, dude, I’m not a fucking mind-reader.”
Jack squeezes his eyes shut. He should have bunked with one of the other guys on the floor just to avoid this, even if he doesn’t feel comfortable enough with any of them to ask. It would have been better than this. “Just go to sleep.”
“Jack,” Hook says again, with more force. “You can’t be ma–”
“I’m not mad about her.”
A pause. The tree outside the window taps its branches against the glass as the wind passes through the leaves. Then, quieter, Hook says, “Then what were you mad about?”
“Nothing.” Jack mashes his face against his pillow. Stupid. He’s so stupid. “It’s nothing. I was just being an ass.”
“That’s not…” Hook trails off. Then there’s a loud squeak, and the sound of bare feet padding across the floor. Before Jack can react, body frozen in fear, Hook’s weight slides onto the side of his bed. His narrow bed, that is definitely not wide enough to hold both of them without them touching, even after Jack panic-flails against the wall. There’s a touch on his shoulder, insistent. “Hey. Look at me.”
“No.”
“Jack. Hey.”
“Please go away. Go back to your side.”
Hook sighs, or at least exhales, and Jack can’t pinpoint what exactly it is. Then the hand on Jack’s shoulder tightens. “Jack, I’m not leaving until you tell me what’s going on. Please. You’re my best friend.”
“I won’t be,” Jack whispers, before he can stop himself, and immediately regrets it. “I won’t be if you know.”
“What? That doesn’t make sense, what are–”
Jack flips, propped up on his elbows. “Do you not understand, Hook? I’m not mad about her. I wasn’t interested in her. And I didn’t want to have this conversation, because now we’re going to have to find new roommates after you decide that you hate me, and this is the worst fucking thing that could happen, and I ju–”
Hook’s hand curls over his mouth, cutting off his tirade. Jack can’t see a lot in the darkness, but Hook’s got one of those obnoxious laptops that cycles through lights while in sleep mode, and it keeps brightening the corner of the room enough for him to make out the sheen in Hook’s eyes.
“Jack,” Hook says, low.
Jack tries to respond with more frantic word-soup, but it’s all muffled against Hook’s palm. And then, after a second, Hook huffs out what sounds suspiciously like a laugh. “Dude. You could have just said something.”
“What?” Jack manages to get out, as Hook’s hand falls away, but that’s all he gets before Hook leans forward to kiss him. And that’s…
Well.
That’s… exactly what he’d wanted.
“Really?” Jack gasps, after Hook pulls away just enough to separate them, though the warmth of his mouth lingers against Jack’s lips.
“Could have avoided this whole fucking night, anyway,” Hook says. Then he curls in against Jack’s pillow and reaches for the blankets. “Turn around, you idiot.”
Jack does, though he doesn’t think that’s necessary, and Hook loops his arm across his waist. “Didn’t have you pegged for a cuddler.”
“God, you’re annoying.” Hook sighs, nosing in against Jack’s shoulder blade. “Go to sleep.”
“Like this?”
“Unless you kick me off in the middle of the night, yeah.”