Vampire Jean who hasn’t had a real taste of human essence since back before Kevin escaped the Nest, not thinking to bring it up to the Trojans and have it be another imposition on him being with them.
The floozies immediately offering themselves up for a feeding when they find out, and suddenly it’s common to find Jean casually attaching his mouth to them at random times.
Jean laying with his head in Cat’s lap, lips suctioned over the veins in her wrist as they watch something on TV, fangs placed so carefully so as not to cause any extra harm. Just two small punctures, perfectly aligned with the blue lines flowing under her skin.
Him licking up the side of Cody’s face after practice, drinking the sweat off of them and diligently avoiding mouth contact with any piercings.
Min going to him with a scraped leg that’s bleeding due to friction burn from falling on court, and offering up the slow oozing blood to lap at before going to the nurse.
And it’s the healthiest he’s ever been, now that he has a reliable, ethical way to feed. There’s color in his cheeks, strength to his hair and nails, a sharpness to his senses he thought he lost.
Then Jeremy slips and knicks himself with a blade after finally being trusted with dinner prep, and before he can go to the sink with it, Jean grabs him by the wrist and sucks Jeremy’s fingers into his mouth. It’s a mindless movement, one he got so used to doing with others, but he tastes Jeremy’s blood for the first time and realizes—this is what vampires used to kill over. The richest, most addictive thing he’s ever had. Like rare meat, it settles something primal in Jean’s head. He salivates around Jeremy’s fingers, eyes going hazy, and it takes a long time for them to realize that neither have spoken for several minutes.
He can hear Jeremy’s heartbeat. Feel it on his tongue, feel it in the soles of his feet through the kitchen tile. And he knows, despite how ashamed he is of it, that Jeremy is the only person he’d drink from the throat of.
