Jake, unfortunately, does, at least mostly. They get distracted from the movie early on. Well, David isn’t even sure what the movie’s title is, let alone what the plot is supposed to be, but right around the first explosion he turns to look at Jake, who’s already looking at him, and somewhere around the third explosion Jake’s body is a warm press pinning him to the couch, one of David’s hands tangled in his too short hair, the other sliding under his shirt.

Jake pulls away, then, too far for David to follow.

“Drive you home?” Jake asks.

“The movie isn’t finished,” David says.

“I don’t even know what’s happening in it at this point,” Jake says.

Neither does David, but he doesn’t find that fact particularly relevant.

“I’ll drive you home,” Jake says firmly, and David scowls out the window the entire drive back to his hotel.

*

David finds himself automatically looking for Jake’s car when he walks out of camp the next day, only realises he’s doing it when he’s disappointed not to see it. He wonders if he did something wrong, if it went too far last night, for all that it felt like it didn’t go far enough.

He’s looking down at his phone, wondering if he should text Jake or just call a cab, when Jake pulls up, and he tucks it away, gets in.

“The guys were giving me shit for carpooling with the enemy,” Jake says, with a grin that means it isn’t actual shit, just chirping. None of David’s teammates have said anything to him. He doesn’t know if they’ve even noticed. “Want to do dinner at mine?”

“Okay,” David says, hoping it doesn’t come out sounding too eager, but judging by the grin Jake slants his way, it does.

It’s just dinner the same as it was just a movie: mostly. For an entire week Jake tears himself away any time hands stray past belts, drives David home, and David's practically shaking he's so frustrated, jerking off in the shower, in bed, once in Jake's bathroom while Jake was in the living room. Jake's mouth was slack, cheeks pink when David came out, obviously aware of what David had been doing, tenting his shorts so obviously David couldn't look away, wanted to touch him, take him out, bury him so deep in David's body he couldn't leave. That night, David took a cab, uncomfortably aware that Jake had probably taken himself out, blood hot, the second David had left.