Title: Morning After
Author: Mercury Starlight 
Pairing: J/SB
Archive: J&SB Slash Archive
Series/Sequel: nope
Rating: R (language)
Notes: A little 300 word drabble for the challenge.  Jay POV.
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He's taking care of me again.  I go into shock when he does shit like 
this.  I don't know why I'm always so surprised.  It's practically 
routine.  He is my muscle after all.  But it always surprises me that 
he's so goddamn caring.  He doesn't have much reason to be.  I'm 
really fuckin shitty to him sometimes.  And I'm not talking about the 
occasional insult, which we both know is important to my image.  But 
I've really been fucked up to him before.

Example: Last night we went out, of course.  It's a Saturday, we've 
got parties to canvas, not to mention four bars and a really shitty 
club.  So we're in said shitty club, and I've been sampling the 
merchandise, and shootin' tequila since 8:00.  I wasn't feeling very 
altered, so I went for my stash.  A couple a vicodin should do me 
fine.  Tubby says (so to speak), "No, not with that much alcohol."  
Now me, I don't really like authority figures.  I sure as hell don't 
like my muscle acting like one.  So, feeling like being an asshole, 
knowing full well that he only keeps me from doin' shit when he's 
worried about me, I took four and downed `em with his beer.
  
"There," I said, "Now if I die it's partly your fault.  Bitch."

Now, I'm lying in bed, feeling like absolute shit, barely able to 
move.  Honestly, every time I move my head it feels like somebody's 
shoving ice picks through my skull.  And, despite my being an 
asshole, he's here.  He's here with a cold cloth and a secret family 
hangover recipe.  And I'm surprised, because no one's ever loved me 
like he does.  And I know I'll never be luckier if I live for a 
thousand fucking years.

Ain't that some sappy shit?