John swam out of sleep quickly at the call downstairs, used to making quick getaways when required. Shit That voice sounsed awfully familiar.
He was still curled around Jack in the bed. He shook Jack's shoulder hard in order to try to wake him, putting his finger to his lips to warn him to be quiet as he did so.
They were both still naked, John having only just getting it together enough to unclip the chains from Jack before they went to sleep, the cuffs still on him. Neither of them had showered yet, and the smell of pheromones was rich in the air, flecks of dried blood still on both of them.
John stretched out carefully as he woke up, exhausted muscles complaining, as he tried to think desperately of the best move to make next.
"Jack?" he hissed down his ear, "Shift. We've got company, darlin'."