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Dave had broken into Jack's house again last night, and ended up crashing the night, cuddling with Jack. Hours later, it was now morning, and both of them woke up. Snowed in too, wow, American weather. How nice.

Dave hated the cold, so obviously, he just clung onto Jack in bed, the blanket around them with the heater on. Jack was doing his own thing, scrolling on his phone to check the news while Dave rested his head against Jack's, rubbing against it and purring (?).

A while passes, before Dave started to lick Jack, somehow unconsciously, as in it was some kind of thing, he did without realizing it. Instinctive cleaning, like a damn cat or something.