Hook, who had been minding his own business, catches his name being said by Chuck. He glances up, seeing Orange talking to him, and pretends that he’s not paying attention.
“What about him?” Orange asks.
“Well, don’t you like, like him?”
Orange chuckles. “Course I like him. He’s great. And a total babe.”
Chuck laughs. “Dude, I don’t think he classifies as that-“
“Oh, no, he classifies,” Orange quickly corrects. “He is the definition of a babe. Just look at him.”
“You’re so dumb,” Chuck says, shaking his head with a smile.
Hook sinks into his hoodie, blush spreading all across his face as he listens in.
this idea has rattled around in my brain since before i even got into wrestling. now, i make it reality. you’re welcome.
hook wants to help orange despite the sleepiness.
[drabble] [nsfw]
Orange wakes up with heat rolling off of him. He doesn’t remember a thing from his dreams, but he sure as hell remembers the feeling. He shudders despite the warmth, inadvertently pressing his erection into Hook.
Fuck, Hook’s still asleep. Orange freezes on the spot, hoping he’d stay asleep. He can go to the bathroom, fix his problem and then come back to bed.
Hook sighs, shifts, and yawns. “Orange?”
Crap. “Did I wake you?”
“Mm, I think so. Iss okay.” Hook’s voice is barely there, more of a noise than words.
“‘m sorry,” Orange whispers. “Had a uh, pretty intense dream. Go back to bed. I’ll fix it myself.”
“Wha? Wait.” Hook turns around to face him, eyes barely open. “Lemme help.”
“It’s okay,” Orange assures him. “Just- go back to sleep. You’re barely awake.”
“Nooo,” Hook whines, and pulls himself up to sit. He pushes his hair out of his face as best as he can. “I wanna help.”
“Are you sure?”
Hook nods. He slips out of bed and meets Orange on the other side, slipping to his knees slowly and with a yawn.
Orange sighs and sits up, pulling his pants and underwear down. “You don’t have to-“
Hook lazily wraps a hand around his cock. “I wanna,” he insists, stroking it a few times before wrapping his mouth around it.
“Shit,” Orange murmurs, lightly running his fingers through Hook’s hair and grabbing.
Hook’s slow, which only drives Orange crazy.
“Hook, c’mon,” he whines. He wants them to go back to bed, but he wants the slow torture to end as well as the heat in his gut coils so tightly.
Hook’s eyes slide shut, and then they don’t open back up.
“Hook?”
He realizes a minute too late that Hook fell asleep. With his dick in his mouth.
Orange would laugh, and surely in the morning he’s going to tease him for the rest of his life about it, but he’s so god damn close he can’t think of anything else. He yanks Hook off by the hair, a little harder than intended and takes himself in his hand, finishing the job. He moans quietly, just glad to finally get that release.
Hook’s eyes flutter back open for a minute, gasping. “Wha?”
“You fell asleep,” Orange says, wiping his hand on his shirt. He lets go of Hook and takes off the shirt, throwing it elsewhere in the room.
“Oh.” Hook rubs at his eyes. “‘m tired.”
“I know,” Orange chuckles. “Come back in bed.”
Hook nods and does so, climbing in and turning so his back faces Orange.
Orange resumes the position he originally woke up in with a sigh, closing his eyes to fall back asleep.
“Okay,” Hook says, chip in mouth, “who is that?” he points across the room.
Orange squints. “I- hm. I don’t- okay, the girl or the guy?”
“The girl.”
“Okay. Okay, that’s a little easier. She’s got…brown hair, so it’s not Renee-“
“Deonna, maybe?”
“Hm, maybe. Who else has brown hair?”
“Britt’s kind of a brunette, right?”
“I think her hair is lighter, though. Not as wavy.”
“Maybe it’s Deeb. Or Skye.”
“What are you guys doing?” Willow asks, coming up to them.
“We’re playing a game,” Hook explains. “Since he can’t recognize faces and I can’t see for shit, we try to guess who people are. Right now we’re focused on the girl over there,” he points.
Willow looks over, and then looks back. “Who, Thunder Rosa?”
“Willow!” Both Hook and Orange groan. “You weren’t supposed to tell us!”
taking a shot at a dialogue only fic just for shits and giggles
orange questions hook’s trusting nature.
[mini drabble]
“Hey, Hook?”
“Hm?”
“Why’d you trust us so easily?”
“Huh? What do you mean?”
“I mean, after Jack…you know. I expected you to push away from us more when we offered our friendship, but you just accepted us from the get go. Why?”
“You say that like I was supposed to be worried about you guys. No offense, but you guys are pretty harmless to me.”
“…Okay, ouch. That hurts a little bit.”
“Sorry.”
“But seriously- why trust us so quickly?”
“Because…well, having friends is better than not having friends. If you go around assuming everyone’s out to get you, you’ll be miserable and awful to be around. I know I don’t have many friends, but at least I have some. It’s like a safety blanket. If one friend doesn’t work out, you find others to land against.”
“…Huh. That’s extremely mature of you. So you’re not like, super upset at Jack for leaving you then?”
“Oh, no, I’m pissed at him. I’m gonna knock his stupid teeth out the second I see him.”
“Oh.”
“But I have you guys to have my back when I do, right?”
