“You guys go ahead,” Jack calls to the other boys. “I think Joe and I are going to take this one a little slower.”
“You sure?” Caspar replies, adjusting the goggles resting on his head. “We can wait.”
“You’ll be waiting a while,” Jack laughs, looking over at Joe who’s struggling to stand. “Just go ahead. We’ll see you back at the chalet later.”
“Don’t stay out too long!” Josh says before he and Caspar push off, leaving the two.
“I hate this.” Joe grumbles as he falls over. “Why did I agree to it?”
“Because it’s fun.” Jack tells him, pushing himself over, holding out a hand. “Come on, get up.”
“But it’s so much comfier down here.” Joe whines, although he allows Jack to pull him into a standing position, stumbling forward. But Jack steadies Joe, hands on his hips while Joe’s hands rest against Jack’s chest. And the younger man is very happy for the cold air making his cheeks red, because he’s sure that they are redder with the closeness to Joe.
“You good?” He asks softly, and he silently curses the goggles Joe has on, because he can’t see those blue eyes right now.
“Uhm, yeah.” Joe replies, letting his hands fall from Jack. “Thanks.”
“No problem.” Jack reluctantly pushes himself back a little, giving Joe some space.
There had been a thing between them for a couple of months now, but neither had worked up the courage to really act on it. So instead they would have these little moments with each other, and they were slowly killing Jack.
Because Joe looked really cute with his cheeks all flushed and his hair poking out from the beanie he had pulled over his head. And Jack was sure if those goggles weren’t over his eyes, the blue would be sparkling.
“Ready to try again?” Jack questions, shifting his snowboard to face down the hill and locking his free foot back into it.
“You should have just left me,” Joe grumbles, inching forward on his ski’s. “You’d have more fun with the others.”
“I’m having plenty of fun.” Jack smiles over at him, watching as the smaller man begins to pick up some speed.
“But you have to go slow with me.”
“I’m not complaining, am I?”
“Not out loud.”
Laughing, Jack shifts forward, following behind Joe on the path.
He wasn’t lying, he was having fun helping Joe out, even if he wasn’t the greatest at skiing. It was more for the company that Jack had decided to stay behind, and he knew that Joe couldn’t be left alone, it wasn’t safe.
“Jack!” Joe’s panicked voice tore him from his thoughts, “How do I slow down!?”
Frowning, Jack noticed how fast Joe was going, and how he was veering to the side.
“Cross your ski’s!”
“I can’t!” Joe let out a cry of distress as he suddenly veered to the side even more, towards the tree line. Jack quickly turned his snowboard, following after Joe.
“Shit!” Joe screams as his ski gets caught on something and he goes flying, rolling a few feet before coming to a stop.
“Joe?!” Jack’s tone is worried as he skids to a stop, bending over to unclip his feet quickly, pulling the goggles from his face as he falls beside Joe. “Are you okay?”
“I think so.” He winces, sitting up as he tugs his own goggles up and over his head.
“No, you’re not.” Jack frowns as he takes in Joe’s bleeding nose. He removes his gloves quickly, hooking a finger under Joe’s chin to lift his head. “Tilt this back.”
“You gave yourself a bloody nose, you idiot.”
“I hate skiing.” Joe groans, keeping his head tilted back as Jack unzips his jacket. “What are you doing?”
“Cleaning you up.”
“How?” But Jack doesn’t reply, and instead all Joe hears is something ripping. His head falls back down to see the bottom of Jack’s shirt now ripped and being lifted towards him. “What are you doing?!”
“It’s just a shirt, Joe.” Jack tells him, pressing the cloth gently against Joe’s face. “I’ll change when we get back down.”
“You didn’t have to do that.” Joe mutters, replacing Jack’s hand with his own.
“I’ll get over it,” The younger man rolls his eyes as he stands. “We need to get you up and down the hill.” He bends over to unclip the remaining ski on Joe’s foot before holding out a hand.
“Remind me to never do this again.” Joe tells him, allowing Jack to once again pull him up, but as soon as he’s stood up, he lets out a cry of pain, falling against Jack who’s kick to catch him. “Fuck.” Joe hisses, eyes closed tightly.
“What’s wrong?” Jack stares wide eyed at Joe, worry coursing through him.
“My knee. I think,” The smaller man takes in a shaky breath as he opens his eyes again, “I think I hurt it when I went flying.”
Joe goes to try and put more pressure on his knee again, but he bites his lip as he falls back against Jack, shaking his head.
“You are a piece of work, Joe Sugg.” Jack mutters, glancing over his shoulder. They were too far into the tree line to get anyone’s attention, but they can’t stay there either. “Alright, we’ll leave the equipment, but come on,” He shifts so he’s got an arm wrapped around Joe’s waist, and one of Joe’s arms over his shoulder. “Just lean on me, I’ve got you.”
“I should be fine.” Joe tries to say, but it comes out in gasps as he takes a step.
“No, you aren’t.” Jack tells him firmly, pulling the smaller body tighter against his, “Just let me help you.”
They move slowly, but eventually get out of the tree’s and back onto the run, where they can wave someone down to get help.
It’s another hour before the two are settled in at the chalet. Joe is sat in one of the love seats by the fire, his leg propped up, with an ice pack on his knee. His nose has stopped bleeding, and it’s cleaned up, although a little swollen. He’s shed his heavy jacket and snow pants, leaving him in a light jumper and shirt, along with his pants, and his hair is pushed up off of his head, which Jack finds adorable as he walks back over, two cups in his hands.
“Here you go.” He tells Joe softly, handing him one of the cups before sitting down beside him. Because the love seat is smaller, they’re sat close together, and Jack can feel the warmth from Joe seeping through his own jumper.
“Thanks.” Joe tells him, taking a sip.
The two sit in comfortable silence for a short while, sipping on their drinks and watching the crackling fire.
“Hmm?” He turns to look over at Joe, who’s staring at him.
“Thank you, for staying with me.”
“I wasn’t going to leave you, Joe.” Jack smiles softly at him, “You could barely stand on your own.”
“I know, but…well, you could have gone off. You’re obviously more experienced and better at this. You would have had more fun with out me dragging you down.” Joe blushes, fiddling with his cup.
“I had plenty of fun. I mean, until you decided to venture off the path.”
“Right, sorry about that.” Joe winces.
“You just can’t do things the easy way, can you?” Jack teases.
“No, apparently not.” Joe mumbles, and Jack feels the shift between them, because he realizes that Joe isn’t just talking about skiing.
“Uhm, do you want another drink?” He asks, suddenly feeling nervous.
“No. That’s not what I want.”
“Food then? Another ice pack? Or maybe another pill for the pain? Is it bad?” Jack rambles, taking Joe’s cup and placing it with his on the table, fidgeting with the icepack.
“Jack.” Joe places a hand on his, and he freezes, looking up at Joe. “I’m fine. I don’t need anything like that.”
“Then, what do you need?”
“For you to relax and calm down. I’m fine.”
“Are you sure? It was quite the fall.” Jack comments, settling back in his seat, distinctly aware that Joe hasn’t removed his hand.
“I had quite the saviour.” Joe replies softly, leaning closer. “And I haven’t thanked you properly.”
“You’ve said thank you lots.” Jack mutters, his heart racing.
“Not good enough.” Joe tells him before he presses his lips against Jack’s.
The kiss is simple and sweet, at first. But Jack can feel Joe licking along his bottom lip, and he moans lightly into the kiss, the feeling of Joe’s tongue dancing with his is amazing. His free hand moves to the back of Joe’s neck, their bodies shifting closer together.
When they break apart, panting lightly, Joe smiles over at him.
“That was quite the thank you.” Jack tells him, kissing Joe once more, just a quick peck.
“The least you deserve.”
“I think I deserve a little more, don’t you?”
“I can’t do much else while we’re sat here.” Joe laughs softly, his fingers twisting together with Jack’s. “But remind me to thank you more thoroughly when we head up to our rooms.”
“In that case,” Jack jumps from the seat, “I think I’m ready to head up to our rooms.”
“Oh, you are, are you?” Joe laughs again.
“Very.” Jack growls, his eyes darkening as he looks down at Joe.
And while the two have to be careful with Joe’s knee, Jack is left feeling very thanked.
Omg followers still think about me enough to tag me in stuff, thank you ❤️
5 things you’ll find in my bag
I do not have a bag, but since I’m a male my clothes actually have pockets, so here’s what’s in my pockets (usually)
1. My wallet
2. My cell phone
3. A knife (I use it as a tool for work)
4. A pen
5. A multitool (wrench/screwdriver combo thing)
5 things in my bedroom
1. A bed
2. A pillow
3. A comforter
4. First aid things
5 things I’ve always wanted to do in life
1. Become fluent in Spanish. Why haven’t I yet? Because I am a lazy piece of shit.
3. Actually finish one of stories I’ve been “writing” for over a decade
4. Have one of my stories made into a movie
5. Learn to fly a helicopter
5 things that make me happy
2. Playing video games WITHOUT RESPONSIBILITIES BEING NEGLECTED
3. Listening to others’ stories (RISK podcast, for example)
4. Having amicable arguments and discourse (this usually comes in the form discussing philosophy)
5 things I’m currently into
1. Finding ways to make income on the side
2. Listening to stand-up comedy (though I’ve been “currently into” this for almost two decades)
3. Trying to fathom the size of the universe
5. Wow my life is boring
5 things on my to-do-list
1. Yard work: I need to cut down some trees, mow the yard AGAIN, remove a dilapidated swing set put there by my mother 6 years ago when it was her house, and then burn all the yard work.
2. Hang my grandmother’s gigantic fucking windchimes
3. Change the brakes on my vehicle
4. Fix my mother’s deep freezer (why am I always fixing things)
5. Actually start a regular exercise routine
5 things people may not know about me
1. I have a severe mental illness I keep under wraps and never talk about, I do not like how I’m treated when it’s known. It’s easier to keep it invisible than to deal with people trying to navigate it.
2. I had a difficult time accepting asexuality as a valid orientation. Not that I ever said anything against it or argued with anyone about it, I still showed support, but I just could not understand asexuality as a natural orientation rather than maybe a medical condition like a lack of hormones or a hormonal imbalance. I don’t feel that way any longer.
3. I have a tattoo of a dragon on my back that I was told I would regret getting because of how young I was when I received it. Ten years later I still don’t regret it, and all of this is something most people don’t know because I often forget I have it.
4. Dragons, gothic faeries, fire, and the moon are very important aesthetics to me and yet I never talk about them, and have only minimal decoration of them in my house (only a few statuettes in my bedroom).
5. My mother and I are more best friends than the traditional mother/child relationship. This came as a result of her working 12 and 16 hour shifts my entire life while trying to parent 5 children. She says I always seemed to teach myself the answers I sought and solve my own problems; she gambled with putting a lot of trust in me to supervise myself and seek her attention if I needed it, and in return there’s a mutual respect between us without a lot of the obstacles that I see a lot of people have with their parents and children respectively.
I will not be tagging anyone because I am insecure and feel it would be more bothersome than welcome. But if you do it, please tag me. I want to read about my followers.
but leT ME JUST TELL YOU THAT I WILL NOT STAND FOR ALL THIS SHIT THATS BEING FLUNG HIS WAY!! FIRST OF ALL HE IS THE JESUS OF SNOWBOARDING NO QUESTION ABOUT IT… oh what is that i hear??? haters be questioning? WELL LET ME TELL YOU WHY THATS BULLSHIT:
THAT MAJESTIC HAIRED GOD HAS BEEN A PRO SINCE HE WAS 13. (HE HAS HAD A SPONSOR AT SEVENYEARS OLD)
HE IS A TWO TIME OLYMPIC GOLD MEDALIST(GOT HIS FIRST ONE WHEN HE WAS GODDAMN 19)
HE HOLDS THE X-GAMES RECORDS FOR GOLD MEDALS(15) AND HIGHEST OVERALL MEDAL COUNT
HE HAS WON 10 ESPY AWARDS
HE ALSO JUST HAPPENS TO BE THE FIRST SNOWBOARDER TO LAND BACK TO BACK DOUBLE CORKS
THE FIRST TO WIN SUMMER ANDWINTER DEW CUP
HE HAD HIS OWN SPECIAL ON NBC “Russia Calling”
COUNTLESS OTHER DOCUMENTARIES
HE HAS A HUGE SPONSOR SHIP WITH BURTON(HE HAS HIS OWN LINE OF SNOWBOARDS AND OTHER SHITS)
HE HAS HIS OWN CLOTHING LINE
HE IS THE CEO OF A GODDAMN COMPANY
HE HAS BEEN A PRO SKATEBOARDER SINCE HE WAS 17
HE HAS HIS OWN COMPANY
HE HAS A YOU TUBE CHANNEL THAT HAS MORE SUBSCRIBERS THAN YOURS
HE IS IN A BAND CALLED BAD THINGS THAT HAVE PLAYED AT LOLLAPALOOZA 2013
HIS DOG HAS HIS OWN INSTAGRAM THAT ALSO HAS MORE FOLLOWERS THAN YOU DO
HE HAS HIS OWN WEBSITE
HE HAS INVENTED A TON OF SICK MOVES WHICH INCLUDE THE DOUBLE MCTWIST 1260, FRONT DOUBLE CORK, SWITCH BACK 900, DOUBLE BACK RODEO, CAB DOUBLE CORK 10, ETC.
obviously there is a ton of other shit i didnt list but this i feel like are the main shit you at least need to consider before throwing shade at the marvelous man that is Shaun White.