Jonnor play fight that ends up in lots of kisses and cuddles!!!1!!!!!!!
“What’s the answer for number five?” Connor asks urgently, chewing his lip and elbowing Jude in the stomach. They’re sitting on the floor, leaning back against Jude’s bed and doing homework.
“Don’t nudge me! You’re elbows are really pointy!” Jude chastises, elbowing him in return.
“You can’t tell me not to do something and then do it!” Connor admonishes back, elbowing him again.
“Just stop it!” Jude yelps, laughing and smacking at Connor’s forearm.
Connor shoves his books off of his lap and drops his pens, but Jude’s already up on his feet ready to sprint away.
Unfortunately for him, there isn’t exactly a lot of space to run and he can’t avoid Connor’s grasp, even as he darts around the room, trying to get away. Jude has barely wrapped his fingers around the door-handle when Connor gently tackles him to the ground.
Jude’s chest is rising and falling rapidly, and he breathlessly curses Connor’s love of sports, and all the extra pounds of muscle that he has on him. Then he takes that back, because there’s nothing wrong with a little muscle. Especially not when it’s so nice to look at. But it means that he’s hardly ever able to pin Connor to the ground – and even when he is able to, he has a sneaking suspicion that Connor is going easy on him.
Connor adjusts his grip on Jude’s hands, tangling their fingers together as he moves lower and lower, his lips getting closer and closer–
“Hey! No making out in my room,” comes Jesus’ voice from the doorway, startling Connor.
“Our room,” Jude mutters, getting to his feet, and pulling Connor up with him. He isn’t even surprised that Jesus ruined the moment. He does that a lot.
“You guys had better not have been grinding on our floor, either,” Jesus warns.
Jude’s mouth drops open in shock.
“We weren’t doing anything like that!” he protests, horrified. They hadn’t even been kissing! Yet.
But Jesus is no fool.
“I know what I saw,” he insists, raising his eyebrows knowingly (and somewhat judgmentally, if we’re being honest).
“What are you talking about Jesus? You didn’t see anything!” Jude cries indignantly.
Sadly this is not Madagascar, and Jude is not a penguin. Jesus knows how teenage boys think, he’d been one, after all (he still is one, actually. But he doesn’t like to think about that. He could pass for twenty, right? Or maybe… twenty-one? He hopes so, because he likes the perks that come with looking twenty-one).
“I saw what I saw,” Jesus retorts, before throwing himself down on his bed. “Now go. Before I yell about you guys getting frisky on the floor and everyone in the house hears,” he threatens.
Jude closes his eyes, willing himself not to throw something at Jesus’ annoying head. Again. He grabs Connor’s hand and pulls him out of the room, before he can give in to his murderous thoughts.
What does he have to do for a little privacy around here?
They relocate to the sitting room, settling down on the couch, and Jude swings his legs over to rest across Connor’s. Connor leans in to taste Jude’s smile, but after the first brush of their lips, Jude hears someone clearing their throat.
He turns and sees Mariana and Mat, standing hand in hand in the doorway. All he does is raise his eyebrows questioningly. When they don’t get the picture, his eyes narrow and Connor can see the glare beginning to emerge.
“Okay, okay, we’re going, we’re going,” Mariana mutters, raising her hand in surrender, as she tugs Mat away, out past the kitchen. Jude turns back to his boyfriend to continue where they left off.
They were here first.