Everything was amazing. Even the guard who had left after Jack tried to strike up a conversation was amazing and deserved a hug. Especially when he reopened the door and tossed a water bottle at Jack's head. It was the thought that counted, not the aim. Besides, the smiling dinosaurs were good enough for a one-sided conversation. And they were so colorful, too, which made up for the lack of huggability.

He rubbed at his forearms as he lightly bounced around the small room, taking in all the interesting details as he hummed along to his quickening heartbeat. Why did he ever hate his arms? His arms felt great. The texture of raised skin along his scars left him a giddy mess.

His fingers could feel things. The air, the sheets, the wall… The concrete wall wasn't as nice as the sheets, but it still had a rough smoothness to it that had Jack enjoying the feeling of his fingers and nails dancing across the cracks and subtle bumps.

Jack was pulled away from his exploration of the wall, and he leaned into the arms holding him. He rubbed his face along the smooth fabric covering the chest he was being held against and moaned softly as he hugged back. Was this why cats rubbed their faces on everything? He caressed the shirt with his lips.

"Feeling better, Sparky?"

Jack nodded. "This is so nice. I'm, like, so happy. I want all my friends happy like this!"

"I bet." Farragut buried his nose in Jack's hair and breathed in deeply. "You're gonna taste so fucking good."

Jack sighed happily as something cool and smooth slowly ran up and down his arm. If only they were out in public, he could sneak off and find someone even better to cuddle with. "Do you have any music? We should go dancing."

"Thinking I'm gonna be too blissed out to dance, babe."

Jack hummed in disappointment as Farragut pulled away and gripped his arm. "I miss going out and dancing. Not worrying if the guy I met is gonna end up locking me up in his basement." He squirmed and whined in protest as pain pierced the crook of his elbow.

"I don't want you getting kidnapped, either. Gotta keep you safe and protected," Farragut said quietly, raising Jack's arm. "Nice 'n' safe, and all mine to keep to myself. No sharing, no rules, no…"

Jack groaned and let his head drop back. He didn't like the pain, but the tongue and sucking sensation were different and bordering on amazing. It was like a heavy kiss just for his arm. He could do without the wetness, though.

One hard push, and he was flat on the floor. He blinked at Farragut, hurt that he lost his cuddle buddy.

Farragut stood leaning against the wall, coughing and spitting.

Jack's blood was slowly making its way down his arm to his wrist. Curiously, he lifted his wrist and took an experimental lick. Tasted like blood to him. He didn't get the appeal.

He pulled himself back onto the mattress to enjoy the feel of rolling across it. He hummed to himself, happily ignoring Farragut's complaints. Apparently, drug induced highs didn't spice up his blood right.

He didn't know what Farragut was talking about; he felt great. His blood felt great. His hair was a little greasy, but even that felt wonderful to run his fingers through.

"Enjoy it while it lasts," Farragut hissed before storming out of the room.

Jack giggled to himself as the slamming of the door echoed around him. Farragut didn't know what he was missing out on. If Farragut didn't want to take him dancing, then maybe he could get Kieran to do so.

Stuffy, judgy Kieran, surrounded by sweating bodies and disco lights. It would be worth the laugh, at the very least.

Jack sighed as he sat up, turning his gaze to the toothy grin of a T-Rex. He should probably be worried. He was pretty sure coming down from a high left most people feeling like shit. But the world was so bright and happy and full of interesting textures and colors. Why worry about what the future might bring?

Why worry about stupid vampires?