But We're Not Normal

Regardless

It was no surprise that Geo, Jethro and Clark's room was hellish. They should have known better from the last time they had shared. Or, well, Geo should have known better.

"Clark, buddy, I think you should let up now. Remember that Jethro can and will knock you out." Geo tried desperately, watching as Clark purposefully soaked his way through any of Jethro's shirts that he could find, using each one to scrub at his wet hair and stomach.

Jethro had gone to the bathroom to shower and Clark had taken that as his chance. He'd even managed to steal his shirts from the bathroom floor, deciding it would be a bit too cruel to steal his bed shorts too. And that Jethro would probably have just sleep in his jeans, the heathen.

"Geo, my darling angel, you don't understand." Clark stated, placing his hands on Geo's shoulders. Jethro's black shirt was still draped over his head. "That is exactly what I'm aiming for." He whispered dramatically.

"Why?!" Geo near shrieked and Clark laughed in return, still working on sobering.

"Have you seen the guys arms?" Clark asked before whistling appreciatively and Geo rolled his eyes. He figured he wouldn't be getting through to Clark any time soon and instead switched on his phone.

He smiled as it opened on his latest conversation; Kiri.

That's what he was going to talk to Clark about before Clark had set his sights on being beat. He remembered him mentioning something about being homoflexible and figured he'd ask more. He'll have to wait until Clark was sober though, the guy was way too fixated on working his way beneath Jethro's skin right now.

"Clark, I'm not doing this with you." Jethro groaned as he closed the door to their room, wearing only a pair of bed shorts. Clark stared at Jethro's chest, face a similar glowing shade to a stoplight, and giggled as he pulled off his damp cropped hoodie.

"Oh no, all of your shirts are wet, looks like you can't wear one, what a shame." Clark drawled as he splayed himself out on one of the two single beds. Geo was quick to hop onto the other one, attention entirely consumed by his phone.

Jethro took a moment to simply glare at Clark, growling lowly to himself, before deciding he was way too tired for this. "At least get into dry jeans, idiot." Clark's face fell in surprise before he scrambled to changed into a pair of comfy joggers.

"Wait, not here!" Geo exclaimed, shielding his eyes as Clark tore down his wet jeans and boxers in one. The man-child had no shame, it would appear.

Eventually, Clark wiggled his way into the joggers and flopped back onto the bed, arms reaching for Jethro. Jethro nudged his side, pink cheeks hidden by the lighting. "Shift." Clark did as he was told, shuffling up to the wall to let Jethro in.

Geo was about to complain about the tension in the air before Jethro finally huffed and wrapped an arm around Clark, dragging him into his chest. "You say a word and you're sleeping in the pool." He growled. Clark just nodded, discreetly readjusting himself to press warmly down Jethro's side.

The next room over, while warm and soft with each other's company, was equally as awake.

"You're taking on other people's problems again, aren't you?" Zak accused sleepily from his spot draped down Darryl's chest. He hadn't managed to sleep all the while Darryl's heart was hammering beneath his ear.