JJ wasn’t the brightest bulb in the room but he didn’t need to be particularly astute to figure out that Damian was upset with him for some reason. He thought he was doing a pretty good job of getting a handle on the situation so the reason was lost upon him but the smell permeating through the room wasn’t and even JJ, whose gag reflex had been tried and proven to be absent upon multiple occasions, was acting up at the stench of half-digested seafood.
He stared blearily at the mess on the floor, his hazy vision doing little but throwing a Gaussian blur on top of it and making it look like a dark vortex. JJ considered biting the bullet and cleaning it himself because he didn’t really want to get in trouble and a part of thought he deserved it for sucking another unsolicited dick without telling Gwen. He sunk to his knees slowly, defeated by his own alcoholism and bad choices, the pounding in his head serving as the mallet beating him home.
Then, Hugo spoke up. JJ stared at him for a long time before saying, “I don’t get it.”
He squinted, but it did little to help him concentrate. All it did was make him sleepy and forgetful. “Are you gonna make him fat? ‘Cause like, a guy like Damian’s gonna need more than one bottle of maple syrup to go over his caloric threshold.”
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Damian spends his journey to the boy’s bathroom muttering under his breath about how he can’t believe he has to subject himself to more days with Hugo and JJ in the same room. He toys with the idea of using the credit card his father gave him to book a room at the hotel or some other nearby place of accommodation just so he could sleep in peace and not worry about any bodily fluids flying onto him in the dead of the night. Ugh, it reminds Damian of the residual mess on his head and he hurries to his destination, pulling open the door and slipping inside.
Knowing the water takes some time to warm, he leaves it running while he busies himself with removing his attire. The first to come off is the sweats he wiped his hand on, evidence of Hugo’s… mess still on it. Damian doesn’t even care to fold that and instead chucks it into the bin. He carefully removes his shirt, trying his best to make sure it doesn’t touch what’s left on his forehead when he pulls it off, but ends up scuffing it anyway as it goes over his head so he decides with an annoyed huff that it belongs in the bin along with his sweats too. Lastly, he pulls down his Calvin Kleins and folds them neatly for use after his shower, since they’re the only thing Hugo’s impurity hasn’t touched.
Figuring the water is warm enough in the time its been given, Damian braves it and is quick to scrub himself clean. He’s particularly forceful about the scrubbing of his face but he doesn’t care. He goes over his whole body with soap… twice. He goes over his face 3 times just for good measure. He hopes to God he did enough when he leaves the shower, wiping his body down with towel. It’s when he’s mostly dry that the regret of not bringing along any new clothes with him in his haste feels more real. But at least he has his boxer briefs. He slips those back on and then drapes the towel over his shoulders to provide some warmth. He’ll just put on new sleepwear when he’s in the room. He dreads the idea of seeing JJ and Hugo again, but he hopes to God they’ve come to their senses and cleaned the mess Damian made and left for them. Flicking off the lights in the bathroom, he pulls open the door and makes his out.
Hugo narrowed his eyes at JJ realizing just how the jock had fit in seamlessly despite being new. He had that dumb distant look in his eye just like most others. Reaching up to pinch the bridge of his nose, Hugo let out a sigh, then shook his head. Despite that, he was more than thankful he didn’t have to dirty his hands in the cleanup, although he did feel slightly bad JJ was doing it all by himself.
“No, man. We’re gonna pour it on him, are you in or not?” He tried to convey in a low winded breath in case Damian was listening.
Walking over to the light sockets supplying the lamps, he jerked them from the wall in one quick motion. “If we’re gonna do this, we have to make sure he doesn’t see it coming.” Or at least, if Hugo was doing this, and he was feeling still drunk, and well, reckless might as well have went along with that.
Reaching to pry the lid off the maple container, he eyed JJ once hearing the bathroom door open up. Keeping his body in front of the container in case if Damian did come in and see somewhat in the now darkened again room.
