Jack sat on the porch with Padfoot laid beside him. The dog's tail thumped against the boards for a while, but finally stilled as he curled up asleep. Jack watched the stars, named them off in his head, tried to find one for himself.

Stacy. There she was, shining down. He wondered how many times Greg and Stacy had done this sort of thing, this...tension. She was more than just a resource for navigating the relationship with Greg, though. He did like her, but he trusted her. Trusted her enough to sleep. Trusted her enough to dream.

His thoughts moved to the dream, but he really didn't want to think of the bloody man or the faceless woman so he shoved all that to the back of his mind and considered the films. Thought of what he'd seen...how it effected him.

He closed his eyes and saw vividly the bare skin of Stacy's back, but what had truly captivated him was Greg. Shirtless. Naked...even though it wasn't shown. Greg's lips. Greg...who was in bed, just feet from him.

Jack pushed up from the chair, careful not to disturb the dog, and walked back in quietly. He waited a second to see if Greg was really asleep, then stripped and climbed back onto the bed, burrowing under the cover and slipping the pajamas down slowly before closing his lips around the sleeping man's soft cock.