Goshhhh I am so excite for this I really hope you all like it!
Maybe it was his smile; the one that managed to light up a room and cause your heart to skip a beat. Or maybe it was his laugh; the one that sounded like the early morning birds or a soft melody. Maybe it was the way his eyes sparkled when he talked about something he liked, or how easily he was to forgive someone, or how he never seemed to care about what people looked like to be their friend. Whatever the case Jeff Atkins was absolutely perfect and you loved him. The only problem about love is that it’s complicated. For some it ends the way they want, the way they picture, like a cheesy movie… that didn’t seem to be the case for you. As soon as you realized what the symptoms of loving your best friend were, you figured it would go like any old chick flick would. He would realize he had feelings for you as well after he got engaged and you would both leave your significant other for each other.
But Jeff was as hard to get because you were so close to him; it would be as if you were a back of the classroom person, someone who didn’t interact with him at all trying to get a date. It was hard dealing with the fact that he was always getting girlfriends or going on dates, while you sat on the sidelines, occasionally making out with someone hoping to spite him at a party after three shots. But he never showed signs of envy as you did so obviously. He would eventually pull you away because you were too drunk, but never any signs he returned the feelings.
This party, though, was different. It was being held by Bryce Walker and even an hour after it had started to get crowded and teens were getting hammered you were only one shot and half a cup of soda in. Also so far from everywhere you had looked Jeff was not here, which was quite an oddity. Usually Jeff was one of the first ones at a party or he didn’t show at all, it was unlike him to be late. Your heart sank at the thought of missing another time to see him. Beer seemed to make Jeff glow even more, though not by much, but usually when you were intoxicated your liking for him was 1000x higher. And maybe that wasn’t a good thing.
“Hey, Clay, have you seen Atkins anywhere?” You asked Jeff’s best friend, who was sitting at the edge of the pool with his feet in as you swam over to him. He looked up from his cup of beer and looked surprised.
“Y/N! I didn’t know you were here!” He laughed lightly, scratching the back of his neck. “Uh, no he’s on a date with Jane Edgar.”
Your heart sank and your smile dropped. Jane Edgar? The girl who had been pining after Tony Padilla for years only to find out he was gay? Jane Edgar the girl with two first names and a lazy right eye? Jeff had ditched the party you had invited him to to go on a lousy date with a girl with no knowledge of grammar?
“Oh, okay. Wh- what a loser.” You scooped yourself up and sat next to clay, grabbing a few shots off of a tray nearby. You offered on to Clay but he just picked up the beer and shook his head. You shrugged and downed all three shots.
“I’m sorry.” Clay said after you threw the shot glasses across the pool so they landed in the bushes. You knew Bryce had the money to replace them so you didn’t worry about it.
“About what?” You asked, kicking your feet in the water. He sighed and took a drink of his beer. “About my best friend ditching me? Don’t be. He knew what he was doing.”
Clay looked at you for a few seconds before shaking his head and motioning for you to look at him. You did. “Y/N, I think that everybody butt Jeff knows that you like him. The way that you look at him, it’s kind of obvious. And I know it must be hard to see him going on dates and stuff.”
Your eyebrows shot up into your hairline as you swiveled to Clay, before seeing his face and sighing in defeat. It was pointless fighting, Clay was also your best friend. “Yeah, but it’s whatever. I mean I’ve kind of given up on thinking that he’ll share the feelings. Trying my best to move on.”
Clay raised his eyebrows this time. “Yeah? That why you went to the movies with Monty last night? He’s not really the best replacement is he?”
There was a flush in your stomach and you burped before laughing loudly. “Well, no, but it’s better than pulling a Jane. The unattainable Atkins, is what I call him. He might as well be gay.”
You were giggling the whole time and you finally realized it must have been the alcohol flooding into your system. You turned to Clay only to see that he was Jeff, and with a surge of confidence you suddenly grabbed his face and kissed him sloppily.
Clay was surprised first at your actions, before gently grabbing your shoulders and pushing you back. You pulled away and looked at him with a confused expression. “Y/N, we both like different people. It’s not me you want. It would be ridiculous just to make out with you, also I think you’re buzzed.”
“I still know what I’m doing. But you’re right Clay, I’m sorry.” You pulled away and then rested your head on his shoulder. “It’s hard, you know. All I want is for him to take me on a date, to kiss me, to feel more than friendship for me. Honestly, I’m kind of desperate now. If he were here right now I would just take him by the shirt and-”
“JEFF!” Clay suddenly shouted with a tone of warning, and your head shot up to see that Jeff was walking towards you two with a small smile on his face. “Hey, man, you’re here! I assume it didn’t go well?”
You internally crossed your fingers as you dipped back into the pool, so that he could sit next to clay. He was wearing a red pair of shorts and a thin white shirt, showing his perfect body. You bit your lip, he looked like someone that belonged on Baywatch.
Jeff sighed and took your previous spot. “Well, it was, but then we saw Tony there with his boyfriend, and she burst out crying. Asked me to take her home, and I didn’t even get to finish the movie. Oh, hey, Y/N!”
Jeff smiled brightly when you swam and rested your arms on Clay’s knees. Clay just smiled at you.
“Hey, Atkins. What movie?” You tried to make light conversation even though you just wanted to jump on him.
At this point you didn’t care, but you needed to get him alone. You knew Jeff was always on the lookout for girls to go on dates with (not that he ever dated them), and if you weren’t one of them you were just going to have to be something with way less meaning. You just needed to feel his lips on yours, to feel his hands on you, to hear your name without a friendly smile to be said, you needed Jeff. You craved more than anything an emotional relationship, but if this was all you got then you were okay with that.
“The one with Liam Neeson… I don’t remember the name.” Jeff scratched the top of his head.
“He dies.” You bluntly stated, grabbing a shot from someone sitting by. They only glared at you as you threw it back. “Not that exciting.” You were going to need some more courage so you swam to the pool stairs and climbed out.
Jeff stared at you open mouthed, before turning to Clay. “Did she just… how much has she drank?”
Clay shrugged, before grinning slightly at the concerned look in Jeff’s eyes. “That was her fourth shot.”
“Shit, she’s a lightweight, Clay!” Jeff said, getting up and running after you.
You were by Bryce, grabbing two shots from him, but he grabbed one before you could take off. “This stuff is strong, baby. Don’t need you to go ripping your bikini top off now would we?”
Bryce scraped your eyes with his body before wrapping his fingers around the shot and guiding it to your mouth. You opened your lips and drank it as he tipped it back. The back of your throat burned and you coughed loudly while Bryce laughed. “What was that?”
“Moonshine, sweetheart.” Then Bryce walked away as you stumbled and sputtered, looking for a glass of water.
You ignored Jeff’s voice and ran into the kitchen, which was vacant surprisingly, and grabbed glass of water. You put the drink to your lips and drank the whole glass in a few gulps.
“Jesus, Y/N, why were you running from me?” Jeff panted, slipping slightly due to his wet feet. His shirt was stained with something brown, and you guessed someone had spilled a drink on his shirt while he had been chasing you. You could see his strongly built abs through the material, which was sticking to him.
You looked away quickly, placing the cup in the sink as you let the drinks settle in. “I wasn’t, Atkins. I was rinsing my mouth from the horrible taste of moonshine that Bryce gave me.”
Jeff looked worried. “Why would you take alcohol from Bryce?”
“I needed courage, Jeff.” You stated, walking away, knowing he would follow. He did, his eyebrows furrowing as you grabbed a random towel and started to dry off your wet skin. “Listen, we don’t all have natural confidence.”
Jeff watched you before shaking his head and frowning. “I know that, but… courage? Courage for what? Is there something you’re not telling me, because I’m your best friend, Y/N. I’ll be here for anything you need.”
You sighed as you bent over to dry your legs, before getting up and walking over to him. You got the closest you could, Jeff looking more confused by the second.
“That’s the problem, that’s exactly why I need courage to do it.” You whispered, bringing your hands up and resting then on his shoulders. Jeff was still looking confused, but his breathing had become irregular.
You were pretty sure that Jeff knew what you were implying, since his hands were going to your waist already. Maybe he had already been sexually frustrated, but you didn’t care. You were causing his irregular breathing, and that made your breath stop.
He still asked in a whisper, almost scared to break the small silence in between the two of you. “To do what?”
You slowly pushed forwards so you were on your tip toes, your fingers running over his skin so that they were on his neck, then you kissed him with heat. Your hands ran over every bit of his exposed neck and parts of his chest, as your breathing became quicker. Jeff stood still for a second before kissing you back, his hands finally resting on your hips, so that his fingers were digging into your skin softly. When you let your tongue rest on his lips he opened them willingly, the hotness of your tongue and the coolness of his meshing to create a warm, minty and alcoholic taste.
“Y/N.” Jeff tried to pull away and say something, but kept falling back into your lips when you pushed yourself harder. Your lips finally left his as you slowly kissed your way down his jaw, light feather like kisses that made him shudder under you. When you reached the spot were his earlobe and his neck met you sucked a little harder, causing him to groan out your name.
This made you satisfied. This is what you wanted, what you needed and craved. The uncensored part of Jeff that cursed and grabbed onto things roughly. The Jeff that needed you.
“Y/N, really, what’s this about?” Jeff finally muttered while you still kissed his neck and he squeezed your hips harshly.
You pulled back and looked him in the eyes, figuring that it was worth a shot. The alcohol in your system is really what made you do it. “Jeff,” It felt weird calling him by his first name. “Listen, I don’t know how you haven’t noticed but I fucking like you so much I’m pretty sure it’s love. And not just like a friend, and I know you don’t feel the same, so please just let me have this moment.”
You grabbed onto Jeff once more and kissed him, this time pushing him back as you did so. You were both in the living room, because there was a giant cushioned chair that he fell into, you landing on top of him. This time you started to tug at his shirt while you ground your hips into his.
“Y/N,” This was a moan that was slightly of a higher pitch than normal, as you lifted his shirt the most you could. “Y/N.” That was not a moan, said after he cleared his throat.
You sighed and pulled back, knowing that you had scared him. Of course you couldn’t get in his pants. You couldn’t even get into his heart. You sat down on the floor and began to pant; you were about to start crying. Jeff instantly sat down next to you, his breathing ragged as he placed his arms around you.
“Y/N, please don’t cry.” He sighed and turned your head up so that you were looking in his eyes. “I’m just surprised. You see, I fell for this girl during my freshman year, a girl who had not interest in me at all. We spent our free time talking about her crush on Bryce and how he had ditched her after they had made out. She eventually moved on, but not to me. So I dated, and went on dates, trying my best to find someone like her. And I failed, because no one is like you, Y/N. There are so many things that you have that other girls don’t. Things that make me love you too.”
You had been avoiding his eyes while he had talked, but when things began to sound familiar you looked him in the eyes, your heart increasing in speed. “Jeff… are you… being truthful?”
Jeff nodded before closing his eyes and placing his forehead on yours while his thumb wiped away your tears. “I love you, Y/N. And now that I know the truth, I can do this like I’ve always wanted.”
Jeff pulled you up and then sat back down, pulling you on top of him, his lips meeting yours in a wet kiss. After a few seconds of sweet kissing the burning heat between your legs started to grow and you let your teeth graze his bottom lip as a form of telling him you needed more. Jeff then pulled away and pulled his shirt off, giving you a good view of his sculpted abs. You bit your lip before he leaned in and started to kiss your neck, bucking his hips up involuntarily while you lightly let your fingernails run down his back.
“Y/N?” Jeff asked after hearing you moan loudly when he sucked on your collarbones.
“Mhmmm.” You questioned, missing the heat of his lips on your neck.
“You know I do love you, right?” He asked genuinely, staring up at you with his eyes as wide as a doe’s, his pupils blown up.
You grinned and placed your hands on either side of his face. “Show me, Jeff.”
Idk how I feel about this because I love smut but Idk if i’m good at writing it.
I am so sorry it’s shitty…tbh i kind of don’t now how to write angst (NOT EDITED)