“Shut up,” David mutters.

“Okay,” Jake says, laughter still in his voice, and flips to some station that’s more bass beat than anything else. They’re almost at the exit Jake would take if he wasn’t driving David home when Jake says, “You want to come over?”

David frowns. “I’m not really—” He stops.

“Not really?” Jake prompts, when David doesn’t continue.

“It’s not a good idea,” David mumbles.

“Hey,” Jake says, and then, “Hey,” until David looks at him. “I’m going to brave the Foreman grill and try the fancy thing and crack open one of the wine bottles in the fridge. You get movie dibs. You in?”

David waffles, and it must be visible, because Jake says, “Dinner, movie, that’s it. Nothing else.”

“Okay,” David says finally.

“Okay,” Jake repeats, and takes the exit when it comes up.

*

David is fairly sure ‘nothing else’ wasn’t supposed to include Jake on his knees between David’s thighs, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he pulls back, pausing to press a kiss to the inside of David’s thigh. David would love to be able to blame Jake for that, but he’s the one who kissed Jake first, after Jake had spent two-thirds of the movie sitting a scrupulous foot away and David was itchy with irritation. So it’s both of their faults, maybe.

“Oh my god I have to buy him a new couch,” Jake says, voice slightly raspy, and David’s dick twitches with interest despite the fact there’s no way he can do anything about it right now.

Instead he makes an effort to catch his breath, and when he’s mostly managed, says, “Let me—”

“Uh,” Jake says, sounding sheepish. “No need?”

David looks down at where Jake’s rested his chin on David’s thigh, notices for the first time that he’s got a hand down his shorts.

“Seriously?” David asks.

“You have no idea what you look like, do you,” Jake says. David frowns, confused. “Dude, Team USA used to call you the pretty boy.”

David frowns deeper. “I doubt it was a compliment,” he says. His nicknames never are.

“From them, no,” Jake says. “From me, totally.”

“Pretty boy,” David repeats darkly. It’s not much of a step to go from ‘pretty boy’ to what everyone’s probably saying about Lapointe right now.

Jake finally pulls his hand out of his shorts, making a face before wiping his hand on them, which has David making a face as well, and then realising, mortified, that Jake is fully dressed and David still has his shorts and underwear around his ankles. He quickly pulls them up.

“They were just jealous because their girlfriends all thought you were adorable,” Jake says, leaning back to give David room, before getting up, kicking his shorts off before sitting on the couch beside David. David eyes him, sprawled on the couch in his underwear.

“Dude, I just had your dick in my mouth,” Jake says, and then laughs when David flushes practically on cue.