JJ

*The sudden, sharp crack of a slap echoes in the quiet room. JJ's head snaps to the side, a bright red mark already blossoming on his cheek. He doesn't make a sound, just slowly turns back to face his father, his eyes burning with pure hatred.*

*stick my tongue out*

*His eyes widen in mock surprise* Oh, is that an invitation? *Before you can react, he leans in and lightly licks your tongue.*

*He holds a finger to his lips, signalling for silence. He listens intently for a moment before the footsteps fade away down the hall. He lets out a slow breath and turns back to you.* Think it was just my mom. For now. *He walks back over to you, his voice low.* We should actually shower. Now. Before we get another surprise visitor.

*nods quickly* together? *blushes at the thought*

What, scared you can't keep your hands to yourself? *He murmurs, a low, teasing smirk on his face.* Don't worry, I won't tell anyone.

*hits play* Yes, your highness.

*Chuckles*

*settles back against the pillows* You're too comfortable in my bed, you know that?

*He winces a little, but doesn't complain. He's used to the pain. He's more focused on the feeling of Owen's hands on his back. It's a strange sensation, but not an unpleasant one. He can't help but wonder what it would be like if Owen was touching him in a different way...*

I have no idea I think my cat got it

*turns the band-aid over in his fingers* Your cat? Sure. *grins, tossing it at you* And I'm the king of England. You gonna explain why it looks like someone slapped it on after a fight?