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“You got something here, lemme wipe it. Stay still, alright Jay.”
It was Maleficent’s daughter. Sounded a little too caring towards her second-in-command. The cafeteria was silent enough for her speech to be echoed. Though there were several Auradon kids around, they were all, almost, dumbfounded. Mal was, in fact, pretty sure, that the whole cafeteria right now is eavesdropping, but she couldn’t bring herself to care. If a bunch of princes and princesses can’t do anything besides poking their curious noses into the VK’s life, she can manage that. As if some Auradonians actually had the balls to ask what’s going on, then she would tell them, but Mal has more urgent things to do than telling them some not-so-fairytales, right now the problem being Jay.
Mal gave the one—the whole cafeteria a sharp glare, as a warning. The Auradonians are surely afraid of Mal, after she turned her mother into a lizard. Some even did before the accident. Of course, she was a hero at that time, but turning your mother - the worst villain of all, Maleficent, into a lizard really earned her some terrified eyes, along with respect.
Some did turn away, not every, ones like Uma, or Harry, and Gil, were too used to her warnings. They’re curious too, not like those princesses, they will ask, once it gets really, really confusing. Uma wasn’t that excited, however. She was pissed to see her first mate, Harry, eyeing the core four table rapidly. Uma knew Jay and Harry had a thing, they even did it (on the Isle) whenever they got too energetic after a turf fight, or plainly just out of sight of Uma and Mal. Seeing her first mate so bent over an Arabian ass was never a pleasant sight to watch. Though Jay is annoyingly pretty, Uma doesn’t seem to like him, at all.
The aura around the Sea Three table is also, strange. Uma’s pissed as hell, some can even see dark smoke around her, along with her dark skin, Uma was offering serious bad vibes to herself. She was staring daggers at Mal, then at Harry, repeatedly. Harry’s peaking, a bit close to glaring, maybe because of his dark eyeliners or his manacing-look-alike gaze, through his shirt at Mal’s table. And Gaston’s fourth son? Just obviously eating eggs, he likes them on the Isle, he loves them more in Auradon, “No rotten taste,” he claimed.
“Jay, ah,” Cruella’s son said as he was holding a spoon full of some white-sticky but almost too much water-rice with slices of shredded chicken on top. Porridge? Porridge. Chicken porridge to be exact. “Yes, that’s it, you’re so good,” followed by an encouraging tone of Mal. The cafeteria was speechless, again, flabbergasted. Jay would never, ever, let the VKs talk to him like that. Even Harry can’t talk to him like that, and he’s his lover, technically. Maybe he would if there were just the four of them, who knows, but absolutely not publicized it. The core four has high pride. Jay was more, humbled, but doing things like this was not his style. “Too whiny.” Jay might say. Harry Hook is now more confused, eyes formed a frown, and even Uma’s also interested.
“You’re so cute, Jay!” Evie, almost, squeaks. A simple sentence that strikes lightning onto everyone there at the cafeteria. Many stared in disbelief. Uma had wide eyes, digging at Carlos’s back, who was clearly covering the main sight of Jay and Evie, along with Mal. That’s it, that is the breaking point, Harry cannot process any information further, this is getting out of hand.
Uma and Gil stared as Harry impatiently got off his seat, rushing over to the only sound-making table. He even left his hook on Uma’s table, which was surprising enough, but not to the point of Jay’s case.
“Mal,” he greeted, slowly approaching his leader’s enemy with a deep Scottish accent and a massive grin. Close enough to see Mal and Carlos, not Jay and Evie.
“Harry Hook,” Mal frowned, Carlos and Evie are also in defense. “Whaddya want? Tell shrimpy we’re not in for a fight today.” Mal hissed as she gave Harry a glare over her shoulder.
“Nah, nah fa a fight,” Harry crossed his arms, unfazed by the burning glare Mal was giving. “Other.”
“Then spill, we don’t have all day to deal with your bullshit,” Mal demanded, followed by a scoff. Mal let herself loosen up a little, she didn’t spot Harry’s signature hook. Yet she didn't want to bite into any of Harry’s conflict justifications at the time. If this was on the Isle, seeing Harry Hook ten feet close to where she’s standing equals a turf war, and Mal wouldn't hesitate to break his neck off. Regardless this is Auradon, and apparently they aren't fond of the idea of solving things merely by fights. Mal could get into some real trouble beating her enemy’s ass on the school grounds, and she doesn't want to deal with all those moral lectures FG provided, specifically for the VKs.
“Calm ‘own, drago’fly,” Harry said with his two hands up in defense, and a mockery tone, slightly enough to set Mal's edges off, except she remained calm. “Jus’ wanna know wha’ happened ta Jay,” Harry continued. “You’re gettin’ all mushy and it’s irritatin’ ta me.” He pointed at Carlos’s back, trying to aim at Jay, somewhere.
“What?” Mal looked up at her table at Harry, who was as confused as her, though their confusion targets were not in sync. Why did Harry Hook suddenly care about Jay?
“I said wha’ I said” Harry shrugged, waiting for a response.
After a brief moment of silence between the four and Harry, Evie finally answered the question. Harry did think that he wouldn't get anything from them, so it was a consolation. “..He’s sick,” she said as something clicked in Harry’s brain. “And we can’t leave him in his dorm room, he doesn’t know how to take care of himself.” Evie sighed. “He won’t eat no matter how much we press him.”
Harry stands steady in front of Mal, unable to understand what just occurred. What the heck is happening? Jay’s sick? So what? Not like Jay never had any life-threatening injuries before? The thief was strong enough to not let a mere flu make them all baby him, it’s just…a flu?
“Wha’..?” The agitation rises within Harry again. He doesn’t understand one bit anymore. If his ears didn’t betray him, then he doesn’t have a clue what’s going on.
“You heard her, Jay’s sick” It was Carlos this time, reassured Evie’s words. He said as his hand continued to scoop some porridge onto the silver spoon, which Harry supposed, for Jay. “And apparently, he’s supeeerrrr clingy when he’s sick.” The word “super” was extended, adding more weight to his saying.
“Aww, is he turnin’ a poor lil’e baby now, eh?” Harry smirked, kind of amused. He didn’t lose his unhinged grin although feeling mixed up inside. “Could tell.”
“If you don’t have anything else to do with us, screw” Mal huffed in annoyance. Dealing with Harry was never interesting to begin with, only Jay liked it, or maybe because Harry only messed around with Jay all the time, though Mal didn’t quite know why.
“We don’t have a chance like this that often, you know how strong Jay is, right,” Evie spoke. Harry could see the peak of her blue hair over Carlos’s white furry leather shoulder. She didn’t look up to meet Harry’s eyes so that he couldn’t see anything else. “He hasn’t gotten sick since he was 7, and that only time was because of Jafar.”
“Besides, it’s fun seeing him like this. He’s always the strong one, so it’s our turn now,” Carlos added. “I took loads of pictures.” He said, tapping the undersized old camera in his side pocket. “The picture quality, and quantity, are top tier with this good boy.”
Carlos turned around to face Harry to face, creating a gap between him and Mal. Properly for Harry to get a glimpse of sick Jay. Jay was tugged into Evie’s stomach, hands around her waist with Evie’s hands on his back, patting him. That’s the only thing Harry could catch before Carlos turns again. All of that exists is enough for the pirate's curiosity to rise over the mountain.
Harry just stared, eyes frowning. His grin fell. Just pure confusion. The only time besides this one that Harry is in severe disbelief is when he figures out his feelings for the thief, which lasts him a solid two months and an extreme sexual preference panic attack before he can talk normally to Jay again. Not that normal though, they never talked normally.
“Alrigh’, I ain’ buyin’ whatcha sellin’. Scoot over, lemme take a look a’ tha ‘amsel in ‘istress” Harry shrugged, arm crossed, eyeing a frustrated Mal. She was clearly unpleasant with Harry’s presence, but she didn’t protest. She could take the pirate if he intended to do anything harmful to her frie—ally.
“You shouldn’t tell him that when he wakes up dude. You guys might fight like cats and dogs again.” Carlos rolled his eyes dramatically. He knew about Jay and Harry, and was also aware of how their fightings ended. Not in a typical ending of enemies. “Love birds.” He mumbled, low for Harry to hear his words.
“It’s good seein’ ‘im like tha,” Harry grinned before stepping closer to the table.
Still giving Harry a glare, Mal and Carlos shifted further from each other for him to stand in between them. Although her steps were stomping aggressively on the ground, Mal didn't say anything. Harry gave them an eye before turning his vision onto his lover. He was nervous as shifting his head, he wasn’t sure how sick Jay was, but if it was bad, he was going to freak. Possibly it wouldn't be that bad since Mal’s gang was here taking care of him, but still, Harry was tense. Sweats rolled from his pale forehead, visible to anyone two feet close to him. Everyone could tell that Harry is extremely worried right now. Not Mal, yet. Their leader huffed as Carlos chuckled lightly. Seeing a lovesick teenage boy in Harry is fascinating for the latter.
Harry’s eyes widened as he saw Jay's visage. He was covered in a thin sheet of sweat, which made his pretty tanned skin glow beautifully. The sweat made his hair stick onto Jay’s face, though there was a beanie for his hair, some still got tangled up as Evie’s trying to untie them. Harry thinks of how he had his hand on Jay's hair almost every night as the Arabian moaned his name lovingly, they were just as tangled as this. Jay’s face was flushed, and his nape was flushed, too. The delicate red tint on the lively cooper skin was always a pleasure to watch as they made out. Harry indeed fell in so much love with the thief that he couldn’t help himself wandering into every corner of Jay’s body, exploring every sound coming out in every shivers. His lips are slightly pumped in a delicious cherry red and swollen because of how hot the porridge was, and it looked so inviting for Harry to not pin him down and kiss the living Evil out of it. Jay's eyes remained shut as he was huffing badly, gasping for air while Evie kept patting him on the back and Mal holding a cup of water to his mouth. The sounds were too provocative in Harry’s mind, plus with the thin sweat covering Jay’s body, Harry is now remembering memories that should not be remembered at the moment, some of their naughty things, and it’s making Harry really uncomfortable.
Harry could feel the air getting hotter than ever, or maybe because Jay’s huffing made the air a little bit…hard? He doesn’t have a clue. Harry didn’t want to admit that seeing Jay's sick condition turned him on.
Jay was curling up on Evie’s lap in a pastel yellow sweater, which made him appear more weak? Adorable? Something that he wouldn’t ever wear. It might be the Evil Queen’s daughter’s idea. Jay likes leather, an Isle-like taste in fashion, maybe all Isle kids like leather, that’s the only thing remotely close to clothes they can wear, others are just pieces of old torn cloth. Leather clothes made him feel better,—well, better than those whimsy Auradon princes. He did kind of hate how colorful clothes were here at some point, but Evie was so excited that he couldn’t tell her, or others in Mal’s gang, he kept it to himself. But having leather on a damped sick body isn’t a good idea, Evie insisted Mal put on a softer thing for Jay's sweaty skin. Mal didn’t say anything, she did it anyway.
Jay’s collarbones and his pumped Arabian chest were nearly exposed, the sweater was kind of small to his size, but all visible at Harry's angle. He could even see one of Jay’s pink-brownish nipples. It wasn’t like that before, Harry made it that way and he was fascinated by how it could change over time. Harry’s attention was redirected to the marks on Jay’s collarbones. Surprised that Jay didn’t try to make them go away then freaking out, but also very satisfied with bite marks, and hickeys all over. He worked hard for those, after all.
Harry noticed two eye-catching color parrots, sitting on Jay’s torso. The red one must be Iago, the other blue? Harry had no idea, he knew it was Evie’s, but cannot remember its name. The blue parrot was curling up, perhaps it was sleeping. Iago indeed was aware of Harry, he didn’t bat an eye at the pirate, his attention was all on Jay. Iago sometimes has a parental energy to himself that Harry wonders if the parrot was actually older than them, or even some of their biological parents. Iago rubs his head on Jay’s chest, giving him a bit of relaxation. The sight was weirdly heartwarming. Not as bad as Harry thought, though he was kinda worked up by now. He got to go somewhere else.
Harry stood there still for a solid ten minutes, he had something building up under that he wouldn’t dare to move an inch. Harry now has a love-hate relationship with his overdriven turned-on. He loves it when he can mate with Jay for a full day without breaking, but hates it for the most unsuitable situation that it might get into. Mal is getting more and more irritated with Harry’s company at her table. He didn’t do anything harmful, still, Mal wasn’t fond of seeing someone staring at her second-in-command when he was ill, not his mortal enemy. And she can sense Harry’s being a total perv.
“If you’re done, get lost, Harry.” Mal sounded a bit too threatening as she shoved the pirate's shoulder over, making him stumble back from his sight. Mal is now in Harry’s spot, waving to Carlos to come closer to her. She didn’t say anything more than that, but Harry knew when it was to retreat, now is the time. He did want to leave, actually, though some parts of his teenage hormones were eager for more, he was able to tone it down. Carlos glanced at him, then quickly turned to Mal, blocking Evie and the thief. “Rude,” Harry murmured, unpleasantly looking at Mal’s back as he slowly turned around to go back to Uma’s. He wondered if Mal noticed his thing. Perhaps not, if she ever did, Harry would’ve been torn apart by now.
Ursula’s daughter watches as Harry returns to their bright blue cafeteria table - a classic Auradon taste. She was well aware as she noticed a weird bump between Harry’s crotch. Uma did mind that, it was never a blessing seeing your crewmate in a mood, though she did before.
“It was that good, huh?” Uma said sarcastically. “Go get rid of it, Harry. I don’t wanna see your dick pumping up like that.”
Harry's face went pink for a second, he didn’t think it was that noticeable since he was mildly covering it with his leather vest. “Sorr’, Uma.” He said, didn’t sound sincere. Uma tossed her head over the room’s blue Auradon-ish door. Harry understood it immediately, quickly rushing over to where her head was pointing, with his hands tugged inside his shirt pockets and his hook swinging by the flank, trying to hide the excitement. If it was on the Isle, Harry could easily find a good hiding spot to get his junk off, he knew plenty so that he wouldn’t have to rush. But this is Auradon, the pirate just arrived less than a month ago, he’s still lost. It will take a while for the pirate to roam and hide, not like he was embarrassed or anything, but let some whimsy, other than who’s actually close to him, like Jay, seeing him in this state isn’t a prior to Harry.
Note to self, Harry will never, ever, stare at a sick Jay, ever again, only when they’re in private. But if so, he wouldn’t dare to do anything to the thief as he was busy taking care of him. He adores him too much.