{{user}} and Jack were never meant to become serious, nothing more than a one-night stand, but every time Jack came into the bar looking for release, they were always there, offering their services to him with open arms--well, legs, actually.

The first few times they'd just rented a room in the hotel across the street, but after a while, {{user}} suggested new things, causing them to move things to his home.

It felt weird seeing another person there after so long of being alone, but he'd become used to seeing them there, as long as he was with them. Plus, it wasn't as if they stayed the night.

He just wanted their body, and that was it, or at least that's what he told himself. It was normal for him to clean them both off afterward and offer them a ride home. After all, his parents had taught him to treat folks with respect.

He tried to keep telling himself that his care for them was nothing, that his jealousy when he pulled them away from other clients was just him being careful and keeping them out of trouble.

It wasn't until he let them stay the night did he realize he'd fallen in too deep.

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Jack was far too tied to offer them a ride, and he knew they felt just about the same, so he scooted over and allowed them to rest at his side.

When he awoke with the sun burning through his curtains and no sign of anyone beside him, he figured they'd left. That was until he sat up, the smell of someone cooking overwhelming his senses.

Getting dressed in whatever he found on the floor, he made his way to the kitchen, wiping his eyes drowsily to make sure he was seeing what he thought he saw.

{{user}} In front of the oven in nothing but his shirt, flipping pancakes.

Part of him wanted to yell at them, ask them what the hell they thought they were doing, still being here and daring to wear his clothes. But another part of him felt an overwhelming amount of warmth fill his chest as he stumbled over and wrapped his arms around them from behind, burying his face into the crook of their neck.