The first night David stays, Jake breaks whatever code of — David doesn't know, chivalry? Chastity? Some word Jake probably doesn't even know — and David bites his forearm so hard he bruises himself with Jake's throat tight around him. He tries to get up, after, pull himself together, but Jake's arm is heavy around his body, won't let go. David feels lax, unsprung, and can't put together the energy to get out of bed. They don't even have training the next day. There's no reason to get out of a comfortable bed just to drive across town and slide between cool sheets.

The second time he has less of an excuse, and the third, and so on, until David thinks he has more clothes at Jake's place than he has in his hotel room, dirty clothes that Jake throws in his hamper and washes with his own, which makes David flush to think about, clean clothes that smell like Jake's detergent. He loses his iPod for a couple days and finds it between the cushions of Jake's couch. He falls asleep with Jake breathing hot against the back of his neck. He's never been happier, and that scares him.

He is not, however, happy when he wakes up to Jake poking his cheek. He squints past the sunlight filtering through the blinds, too bright. That and the fact that Jake is standing rather than wrapped around him is a sure sign David slept in later than he should have. He had an alarm set, and wonders what happened to it. He suspects Jake.

“Morning, grumpy,” Jake says.

“I’m not grumpy,” David says. Not everyone can wake up with a smile the way Jake does. David’s response to mornings is normal, it’s Jake that’s the strange one.

“Not once I give you this coffee,” Jake says, holding it out, and David eyes him for a moment, considering whether or not he’s ready to face the day yet, before he sits up to accept it.

“Wanna hit up a park this afternoon?” Jake asks, sitting down beside him and running his fingers through David’s bed-mussed hair. “It’s supposed to be a really nice day.”

“Sure,” David says, drowsily leaning into Jake’s touch. He shouldn’t, really — it’s an off day. Off days are meant for the aspects of his training that camp doesn’t cover, and time in his own room, which isn’t exactly something he looks forward to, but something he probably needs to do. He spends too much time at Jake’s as it is. Any more and it’s going to be harder, come August, to leave.