bottle-blonde

anonymous asked:

Prompt Idea: Gabe having to deal with a drunk Jack. Whether it's at a party, bar, or just the two of them is all up to you!

ok so ive never even touched one (1) alcohol in my life so it was kinda weird for me to write a drunk!fic and also it’s 1 am so sorry if it’s kinda crappy (im horrible i know ;n;)

“Jack, what the hell?”

Gabriel closes the door to their shared dorm behind him, kicking off his boots in the entryway as he examines the scene he has walked in on.

Specifically, a scene involving a certain blond sprawled in his bunk and a half empty bottle of whiskey.

Said blond perks up at Gabriel’s voice and immediately breaks into a heart-meltingly bright smile.

“Gabbie! Yer ‘ere!”

Jack’s speech was tinted with his repressed country drawl, noticeable even through his drunken slurring. And although he would never admit it out loud, Gabe thought the accent was cute. In a sweet farmboy kind of way.

“Yeah, Jackie, I’m here,” he strides toward Jack, sitting on an unoccupied space on the mattress, “but what the hell’ve you been doing while I was out?”

Jack sits up from where he had been lying and drapes himself across Gabe, throwing his arms around the other man’s neck and nuzzling into his side.

“ …m‘ssed you…”

Unable to resist such a sweet display, Gabe presses a kiss to Jack’s sunshine hair before hauling him up into his lap. Jack squeaks delightedly and clumsily maneuvers himself so that his legs were on either side of Gabe’s thighs.

Gabriel rests his hands on Jack’s hips and looks up into unfocused yet bright eyes.

“Missed me, huh? I was only out on recon for a few days,” as he says this, Gabe starts running his hands slowly up and down Jack’s sides.

Jack leans down suddenly, messily pressing his mouth to Gabe’s and almost missing in the process. Jack doesn’t even bother pulling away when he mumbles, “‘s long enough fer me t’ miss ya…”

Gabe snorts and is coming up with a retort when Jack decides they’ve done enough talking, and laps his way into Gabe’s mouth. Their kiss is by no means graceful, and Gabriel can taste the bite of alcohol on Jack’s tongue, but he finds that he doesn’t really mind.

How could he complain about a lapful of boyfriend?

When Jack’s hips start twitching, Gabe takes matters into his own hands, shoving Jack off him and into the mattress. Blurry blue eyes stare widely into his own, and a shaky whimper drips from reddened lips as Gabe takes both of Jack’s wrists and pins them above his head.

Trembling, Jack spreads his legs apart, making room for Gabe between them.

Moaning, he not-so-secretly delights in the shamelessly dark marks that Gabe’s teeth leave on his throat.

Gasping, he arches into Gabe’s hands as they drift down from their hold on his wrists and slide up under his shirt.

Gabriel is just starting to really get into it when he realizes that Jack seems to have stopped responding.
Leaning back, he’s about to asks what’s wrong when he gets the answer for himself.

Jack has fallen asleep.

Gabriel is actually speechless for a long while, until he barks out a loud laugh.

“Incredible.”

He pulls off his sweatshirt and jeans, tossing them onto the floor before arranging himself next to Jack, tugging at the sleeping beauty until they’re lying facing each other, Jack’s head tucked under Gabe’s chin.

Move on, leave, run away, escape this place… but don’t forget about me, about us, about this town. Always remember where you come from so you can appreciate how far you’ve come.
—  c.j.n.
You claim to love her, inside and out, but the only time you call her beautiful is when it’s 3 in the morning and I’ve already turned you down.
—  girls tell each other everything, c.j.n.