HEARD YOU LIKE RICHJAKE
Whelp. Here ya go.
Rich groaned as he squeezed his eyes shut tighter, “Don’t.wanna.get.up. I’m comfortable right here i’ll have ya know”
“Strange.” Jake murmured in his ear, “It’s almost as if you… Don’t want to talk to me?” Rich caved when he heard the slight tremor in Jake’s voice, he didn’t care if the big dumb sexy tall-ass was faking it. He was just about to turn to face his boyfriend when he felt his hand run up his arm, slowly, right to- “Shit.” Rich erupted in a fit of odd high pitched giggles and snorts as Jake’s fingers found their way to the very ticklish spot just between his armpit and chest.
“Hah-J-ah-Jak-ey-stahp!!” The freckled boy gasped, desperately trying to bat Jake’s determined hands away.
“Good to see you’re awake” The taller boy said with a grin, finally giving up and simply wrapping his arms around Rich, who was still out of breath. “I-hah-hate-huh-you-hah-Jakey”
“I’m, like… one billion percent sure that’s impossible at this point.” Jake said, pulling Rich into his embrace and nuzzling at the back of his neck. “Now get up, we have a whole Saturday ahead of us.”
“Nghya!!” Rich yelped as Jake stood up, taking Rich with him Cradled in his arms. “You’d better hope you brought clothes, cause I can guarantee nothing I have fits you.”
“Course I brought clothes, do you think i’m an idiot?” Rich snapped playfully, hopping out of Jake’s arms and reaching for the Duffel bag he had brought. His brother had taught him early on that due to their father’s drinking habits, there would be nights where he’d need to leave in a rush, and he had learned to keep his worldly possessions in a travel sized bag.
Rich paused and looked over his shoulder at Jake, already dressed. “…DO you think i’m stupid?”
“What kinda question is that?”
“It’s what everyone else thinks. They think I’m some stupid crazy freak who-” he choked, “who burned his best friend-now boyfriend’s house down. Who almost KILLED him, Jake! I almost killed you because of those fucking Squips and-”
At this point, tears were streaming down his cheeks, flushed red in anger and humiliation. Jake’s confused expression turned soft as he stepped forward and hugged rich. “Shh. Listen.” Jake slowly moved them back to his bed where they sat, rich now on his lap, teary face pressed against his chest. “Rich, the Squips are gone. They’re gone, and now people get it. They don’t think any of that about you, I promise!” For a little while, Jake just sat and held Rich close. It was nearly ten minutes before he spoke again. “And listen, if any of them DID say that about you? I will personally beat their crummy shitface in, got it?” This seemed to cheer rich up considerably, as he laughed, just a little, enough for jake to hear, and pushed him down onto the pillows and lay down on top of him, pressing a little kiss to his lips.
“Well…” Jake grinned, “Guess we’ll just spend our Saturday here?”
Rich nodded before sliding over so he was next to jake, “I like that Idea. No outside world, or dumbass evil computers. Just us.”
Jake nuzzled Rich’s freckled nose, “yeah. Just us.”