@futurefold
Jesse’s morning rituals were simple and predictive, shower first, then fresh brewed coffee, and no part of it ever involved someone else in his space. There was no room for drunk boys passed out on his couch, no one else slept in his bed, and for the most part no one else knew where he lived. Isolating, maybe, but safer.
It was unsettling just how quick he was to start breaking his rules for David.
Last night everything had felt strangely easier; David intoxicated, the hand Jesse rested against his throat both gentle and proprietary. The onset of morning only reminded him that nothing was simple with the boy who’d blacked out on his couch. His teeth still sharp, something terrible hidden behind those blue eyes that looked like the same pool he’d drowned in.
It might make Jesse too eager to see him leave, or at least to rid himself of the uneasiness that had settled over his shoulders. He could make all the wishes he wanted, toss coins into still waters and pretend they weren’t prayers, but it didn’t mean he should expect a single one of them to come true. It didn’t mean that he could start trusting any of the words past David’s lips, especially when there was more liquor than blood in his veins.
If nothing else, it has him moving more quietly when he goes about his morning, and when the coffee’s made he sits himself on the edge of his living room table, his own mug resting comfortably on his knee. The other he dangles from his fingers as he offers it out. “Good morning."
