Your vows of silence fall all over
Title: Calm Before The Storm (or Why Jake is Irony's Bitch)
Fandom:Vegan Rockstar Verse
Characters: Theo/Jake
Rating: R
Notes: Let's see...boy!smut? Check. Slightly OOC Theo? Check! Incorrect use of the word irony? Check! Plot? Damn, knew I forgot something.
Disclaimer: All belongs to vylentcrymz and I
Jake sat up in bed, nervously running a hand up the back of his neck as the next bolt of lightning came, it’s sound echoing through the room.
Wait a second, bed? How had he gotten there?
Back when they were fifteen, they had come to an agreement that they would alternate between taking the bed and floor whenever Jake slept over. He had been more than happy to oblige, knowing that Theo was gonna wake up to a very confusing surprise sooner than later. Although, he couldn’t understand why Theo had been the one suggesting it, he wasn’t the one with the highly embarrassing morning wood.
He looked over at Theo as he turned in his sleep, smirking, due to what looked to be a very good dream. He cautiously reached out to trace Theo’s cheek just as his eyes snapped open, blue as ever, even in the dark of the room.
“See something you like?” he teased, the same dreamlike smirk still in place.
“Oh, I umm…”
Theo sat up a little, his sheet sliding down to pool at his waist. Jake could have sworn he saw him wearing a shirt as he climbed into bed, but where it had gone now was anyone’s guess. He was face to face with a very buff, very smug, and he was pretty sure a very half naked Theo.
“What’s the matter, Jakey? Oh, it’s the storm, huh?” he said calmly, sounding more amused than concerned. “You scared?”
“Fuck you, I’m not scared of a little thunder.”
“Oh, I bet you want to.”
“I wanna what?” he asked cautiously, narrowing his eyes.
“Fuck. It’s completely obvious, Jake.”
“I…you’re… what are you on, Theo!?”
“Shhh,” he murmured, lips dangerously close to Jake’s ear. “It’s okay, I want you to.”
“You want me to what!? You’re not making any sen-”
He was cut off by Theo’s lips claiming his in a kiss that was so rough it sent him falling back into the pillows. As he returned the kiss, one thought echoed through his brain, and it wasn’t one that seemed all that appropriate considering his best friend was practically fucking his mouth with his tongue.
He’s never kissed Felicia like this.
Jake had watched Theo kiss Felicia more times than he liked to have count. (Although, if you pressed him, he’d probably come up with a number around, oh say, seven hundred and ninety-six.) Whether they were pressed up against lockers, on the bus, at the mall… anytime they had kissed and made a public spectacle of themselves, Jake had watched, no matter how hard he tried to look away. It wasn’t that he was a pervert or anything. Okay, maybe he was, but it wasn’t like Felicia was particularly nice to look at. She was never the reason.
It was Theo, and the fact that the passion he put into those kisses looked so… fake. Not until he closed and eyes and tugged her close, like he didn’t want those lips to be hers.
And now he knew. Theo didn’t want Felicia’s lips, he wanted Jake‘s. Very badly apparently because he was practically devouring them like they were his last meal.
“Mmm…” Theo said, drawing the sound out and making it sound so damn dirty that it took all Jake’s willpower not to yank that sheet off of him right then and there. “I knew you were a good kisser.” He trailed his fingertips down Jake’s chest, smirking as Jake bit his lip to keep from moaning as they made contact with his bare skin. “Watched you so many times, Jake. Do you really have to kiss everyone?”
“Well, I’m an affectionate, guy,” he joked. “Tara said something about our last name being French or… who the hell knows?”
“You’re babbling, Jake.” Theo observed, letting his lips follow the same slow path his fingertips had moments before. “Not nervous, are you?”
“God, Theo… you’ve gotta stop this right now.”
“Why?” he asked innocently. “Look like you’re enjoying this, Jakey.”
“Little too much.”
“Then what’s the problem? You know, you never did answer my question,” he said, kissing his way down Jake’s stomach.
“Fuck… what question, Theo?”
“Do you have to kiss everyone? Everyone but me, Jake? I mean, I sit there every day… just waiting for… and who do you choose? Some dumb blonde whose barely mastered the finer points of French kissing.” His lips curled up into a smirk against his skin before sliding back up his stomach, inching their way back up to his ear. Theo traced the shell of his earlobe with his tongue before whispering. “We both know what you need, Jake. And it’s not them. It’s me. It’s always been me. I’m under your skin aren’t I? I mean, you can have any piece of ass you want. Girl’s are practically throwing themselves at you, and you? You just want the one thing you can’t have. Isn’t irony a bitch?”
Theo grinned wickedly at the flushed Jake underneath him before slipping a hand into his boxers, slowly tracing his hipbones. “But you can have me, Jake. All of me… whenever you want, however you want. I’m sure you’ve thought about it. And I’m sure you’ve pictured it differently than this. I’ve seen you, Jake. Know what you need, to be in control. You take what you want. Can take me, Jake. That what you want?”
Jake didn’t need to say anything. As he rolled them over, Theo already knew. He wanted to take him, take all of him, fuck him until he all he could say was a streak of words so dirty that would have Eve scrubbing his mouth out with soap if she heard them.
“Well, what are you waiting for?”
Just as he slipped a hand into Theo’s boxers, he made the strangest sound, and it wasn’t the little moan of pleasure he was hoping for. It sounded like… a snore.
“Theo! Why are you snoring! You can’t just say a bunch of shit that’s all hot and… Theo?”
As his eyes snapped open the images of a very cocky (both literally and figuratively) Theo faded away and were soon replaced by the blurry outline of Theo’s bedroom window.
“Fuck,” Theo grumbled from up on his bed. “This thunder is really getting on my nerves. Wake you up too?”
“Uh, yeah. Real… pain, huh?”
“Yeah. You okay, man?” he asked, concerned. “You’re looking kinda sweaty.”
“It’s just really hot in here,” he grumbled, pulling his covers over his head.
Irony really was a bitch, if he couldn’t even get Theo in his dreams.
Fandom:Vegan Rockstar Verse
Characters: Theo/Jake
Rating: R
Notes: Let's see...boy!smut? Check. Slightly OOC Theo? Check! Incorrect use of the word irony? Check! Plot? Damn, knew I forgot something.
Disclaimer: All belongs to vylentcrymz and I
Jake sat up in bed, nervously running a hand up the back of his neck as the next bolt of lightning came, it’s sound echoing through the room.
Wait a second, bed? How had he gotten there?
Back when they were fifteen, they had come to an agreement that they would alternate between taking the bed and floor whenever Jake slept over. He had been more than happy to oblige, knowing that Theo was gonna wake up to a very confusing surprise sooner than later. Although, he couldn’t understand why Theo had been the one suggesting it, he wasn’t the one with the highly embarrassing morning wood.
He looked over at Theo as he turned in his sleep, smirking, due to what looked to be a very good dream. He cautiously reached out to trace Theo’s cheek just as his eyes snapped open, blue as ever, even in the dark of the room.
“See something you like?” he teased, the same dreamlike smirk still in place.
“Oh, I umm…”
Theo sat up a little, his sheet sliding down to pool at his waist. Jake could have sworn he saw him wearing a shirt as he climbed into bed, but where it had gone now was anyone’s guess. He was face to face with a very buff, very smug, and he was pretty sure a very half naked Theo.
“What’s the matter, Jakey? Oh, it’s the storm, huh?” he said calmly, sounding more amused than concerned. “You scared?”
“Fuck you, I’m not scared of a little thunder.”
“Oh, I bet you want to.”
“I wanna what?” he asked cautiously, narrowing his eyes.
“Fuck. It’s completely obvious, Jake.”
“I…you’re… what are you on, Theo!?”
“Shhh,” he murmured, lips dangerously close to Jake’s ear. “It’s okay, I want you to.”
“You want me to what!? You’re not making any sen-”
He was cut off by Theo’s lips claiming his in a kiss that was so rough it sent him falling back into the pillows. As he returned the kiss, one thought echoed through his brain, and it wasn’t one that seemed all that appropriate considering his best friend was practically fucking his mouth with his tongue.
He’s never kissed Felicia like this.
Jake had watched Theo kiss Felicia more times than he liked to have count. (Although, if you pressed him, he’d probably come up with a number around, oh say, seven hundred and ninety-six.) Whether they were pressed up against lockers, on the bus, at the mall… anytime they had kissed and made a public spectacle of themselves, Jake had watched, no matter how hard he tried to look away. It wasn’t that he was a pervert or anything. Okay, maybe he was, but it wasn’t like Felicia was particularly nice to look at. She was never the reason.
It was Theo, and the fact that the passion he put into those kisses looked so… fake. Not until he closed and eyes and tugged her close, like he didn’t want those lips to be hers.
And now he knew. Theo didn’t want Felicia’s lips, he wanted Jake‘s. Very badly apparently because he was practically devouring them like they were his last meal.
“Mmm…” Theo said, drawing the sound out and making it sound so damn dirty that it took all Jake’s willpower not to yank that sheet off of him right then and there. “I knew you were a good kisser.” He trailed his fingertips down Jake’s chest, smirking as Jake bit his lip to keep from moaning as they made contact with his bare skin. “Watched you so many times, Jake. Do you really have to kiss everyone?”
“Well, I’m an affectionate, guy,” he joked. “Tara said something about our last name being French or… who the hell knows?”
“You’re babbling, Jake.” Theo observed, letting his lips follow the same slow path his fingertips had moments before. “Not nervous, are you?”
“God, Theo… you’ve gotta stop this right now.”
“Why?” he asked innocently. “Look like you’re enjoying this, Jakey.”
“Little too much.”
“Then what’s the problem? You know, you never did answer my question,” he said, kissing his way down Jake’s stomach.
“Fuck… what question, Theo?”
“Do you have to kiss everyone? Everyone but me, Jake? I mean, I sit there every day… just waiting for… and who do you choose? Some dumb blonde whose barely mastered the finer points of French kissing.” His lips curled up into a smirk against his skin before sliding back up his stomach, inching their way back up to his ear. Theo traced the shell of his earlobe with his tongue before whispering. “We both know what you need, Jake. And it’s not them. It’s me. It’s always been me. I’m under your skin aren’t I? I mean, you can have any piece of ass you want. Girl’s are practically throwing themselves at you, and you? You just want the one thing you can’t have. Isn’t irony a bitch?”
Theo grinned wickedly at the flushed Jake underneath him before slipping a hand into his boxers, slowly tracing his hipbones. “But you can have me, Jake. All of me… whenever you want, however you want. I’m sure you’ve thought about it. And I’m sure you’ve pictured it differently than this. I’ve seen you, Jake. Know what you need, to be in control. You take what you want. Can take me, Jake. That what you want?”
Jake didn’t need to say anything. As he rolled them over, Theo already knew. He wanted to take him, take all of him, fuck him until he all he could say was a streak of words so dirty that would have Eve scrubbing his mouth out with soap if she heard them.
“Well, what are you waiting for?”
Just as he slipped a hand into Theo’s boxers, he made the strangest sound, and it wasn’t the little moan of pleasure he was hoping for. It sounded like… a snore.
“Theo! Why are you snoring! You can’t just say a bunch of shit that’s all hot and… Theo?”
As his eyes snapped open the images of a very cocky (both literally and figuratively) Theo faded away and were soon replaced by the blurry outline of Theo’s bedroom window.
“Fuck,” Theo grumbled from up on his bed. “This thunder is really getting on my nerves. Wake you up too?”
“Uh, yeah. Real… pain, huh?”
“Yeah. You okay, man?” he asked, concerned. “You’re looking kinda sweaty.”
“It’s just really hot in here,” he grumbled, pulling his covers over his head.
Irony really was a bitch, if he couldn’t even get Theo in his dreams.