Stormy
Well, this is a surprise! I’m actually writing another J&A fic? LE GASP! I just read bleachedsharpie’s prompt “I would kind of like to see one that {involves a huge storm and a power outage, everyone gathers in one room, Amir basically has a complete seizure/breakdown, everyone is totally confused except Jake.} Because it would be hilarious to think about Streeter just shining a flashlight on Amir, who's completely and utterly freaking out, and basically saying "WTF is he doing?" and Jake being "Oh. Okay." and calmly rubbing his back in counter-clockwise circles.” and giggled insanely for a few seconds xD And of course, my mind kinda slashed the prompt a lot xD
Title: Stormy (Original, I know *Deadpan*)
Disclaimer: No ownage of the Jakesauce or Amirggets…yeah, I had to do that. Imagine Amir in a nugget costume and Jake in a packet of barbeque sauce…costume (had to stop imagining him covered in bbq sauce…*snicker*)
Author: writesstuff
Pairing: Jake/Amir
Rating: Soft R. Handjob in the dark. You his been Warrened.
Summary: The power goes out, Amir freaks, and Jake is to the rescue. …The ‘maiden’ is not so much a kisser, though.
A/N: Ho shiz son! I’m obsessed with freaking KATY PERRY at the moment! What is the world coming to?! And I figured all the angst needed to be watered down with some smut and happy endings? What do you guys think? LOL (I love the angst too, don’t get me wrong, but there’s been a lot of it lately x3)
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The first sign something big was going to go down was the loud clap of thunder, and Amir’s squeak of terror before his chair was vacated while Jake was none the wiser, listening loudly to Bowling For Soup. A few minutes later, when his song of Almost cut off during the chorus, he cursed loudly and looked around the darkness.
Why was it even storming during January, when it was supposed to be snowing? Sure, it only did last night, but now it was going to freeze over, as well? Of all the luck, Jake supposed.
Ricky’s voice called over the murmurs of conversation. “Since Amir is already in there, can everyone else meet in the meeting room, for a head-count?”
Jake stood and slowly made his way towards where he thought the meeting room was. A flash lit the whole room up, prompting Streeter to let out a triumphant cry. “Found my flashlight!” he called happily. A consensus of ‘YAY’ rang out as the rest of the staff followed Streeter’s lead.
“Streeter is going to go crazy with power, soon,” Jake mused as he watched Streeter show off, a bit, for Sarah, no doubt. He snorted as they made it to the meeting room, all finding chairs, and sitting.
Ricky took the light from Streeter, with a bit of a struggle, before shining it on himself, as he spoke. “Alright, let’s do a head-count-only a few of us stayed behind, anyways,” he shone it around at the faces. Streeter, Sarah, Jeff, Jake, Dan, Patrick…and me, okay, that’s everyone-,” a loud sniffle and whimper interrupted the rest of his talking.
“Where’s Amir?” Sarah asked.
Streeter took his light back from Ricky and started roaming the room with it. A scared cry broke through the silence as a clap of thunder shook the windows. Streeter pointed the light under the table, and cocked an eyebrow at the sight. “What the fuck is he doing down there?” he asked confusedly.
Amir was curled into a ball on the floor, under the table, facing the floor. Every time the smallest of sounds happened, he’d squeak and hug himself even closer. “Jay-ke~” the feeblest of whines caused the light to swivel away from Amir, to Jake, where everyone stared at him expectantly.
He sighed before dropping to the floor and lying on his stomach. “Yeah, buddy?” he mumbled, aware everyone was watching their exchange.
“Jay-ke,” he whined again, his voice muffled from the rug.
Jake sighed quietly and started rubbing Amir’s back counter-clockwise. “It’s okay…” he cringed at his next words, “I’m here, you’re okay,”
Amir took full advantage of his BBF’s ‘audience’ and crawling into Jake’s side, hugging him tightly around the middle. Jake stilled as Amir buried his face into the crook of his neck.
Pat and Sarah shared a look.
Jake sighed and glared at Streeter, as the light was still on them. “You know, other people probably don’t want to be left in the dark,” he snapped.
“No, just wanting to open some closets up,” Sarah piped up, causing Jake’s ears to burn in embarrassment and her to smirk in satisfaction.
“Shut up, bitch,” Came Amir’s muffled growl.
She looked offended before huffing. “Don’t be mean,” Jake reprimanded quietly as his other hand petted Amir’s unruly hair down. “Again, take the light off us!” he snapped at Streeter.
Streeter rolled his eyes but turned it away. “Whatever,” he muttered and flashed it on the others, who were sitting on the other side of the room. “Who wants to guess how long it’ll take Jake to realize Amir is feeling him up?” he called.
Jake froze at that, as did Amir. “Fuck, were you?” he hissed into Amir’s ear.
It was silent, and Jake had to wonder if Amir had fallen asleep. “…Maybeh, comprende,” he chuckled warmly, causing the hair on the back of Jake’s neck to stand up and a small shiver to pass through him. “That rhymed?” he ended it off as a question, rather than statement.
Jake had to play the last few seconds before sighing, “Sorta,” he admitted. Amir grinned against his neck but the grin was dropped and a whimper replaced it as a loud clap of thunder sounded.
Jake sighed quietly. “Shh, I’m right here,” he mumbled. He pulled back to look down at Amir, cursing when he remembered that he hadn’t adjusted to the dark yet, despite lying there for a good fifteen minutes-probably because Streeter had had the light trained on them. “Amir, buddy, can you get off me?”
“Get you off?”
“What, no!” Jake’s face flushed as he heard some of his co-workers chuckle. Fuck them, he thought as he turned them so he was facing upwards and waited. For what? He didn’t even know.
Possibly, for Amir to fall asleep so he could move away; or for Amir to make a move and do something that Jake may or may not have been wanting for the last three weeks. The latter seemed the more likable option, but not the likely one.
“Fuck!” the exclamation made the two under the table jump. “My battery died!” Streeter added for everyone’s benefits, despite them all-save the two gullies-being able to see the light go off. He felt Amir grin against his chest. He felt the hand, rather than seen it, snake its way down his torso, ghosting over his sides, and eventually dipping into his jeans.
He let out a squeak of surprise, but was eternally grateful for forgetting his belt that day. Amir’s hand trailed over his clothed groin, sending electric waves up his spine. He bit back the groan as he clutched Amir closer. He closed his eyes and felt himself hardening, despite his best to keep under control.
No way would it be a good thing for them to be caught doing this if the lights were to suddenly-and he didn’t care, because Amir’s hand went under his boxers, and holy shit, where did he even learn to do this? He bit his lips together as his hips jerked on their own accord, thrusting shallowly into Amir’s hand.
Amir’s mouth, meanwhile, was sucking at his neck, kissing, nibbling, and licking. His hand twisted a bit as he continued moving his hand up and down Jake’s shaft. Letting out the tiniest hint of a moan, Jake clenched his eyes shut.
“What…are you do-,” Amir sped his hand up and tightened his grip the slightest bit. “Holy shit…don’t stop…” Jake bit his bottom-lip, angling his head away, and allowing Amir to leave any mark he wanted, as long as he didn’t stop.
He felt the tightening of his sac, and the burning coiling in his stomach. “Amir, I’m so fucking close right now,” he hissed, clenching his hand in Amir’s hair and letting out a small pant.
“Just let go, then,” Amir finally muttered, his voice dropping an octave or two and sounding so freaking hot. Jake tensed; fire travelling all over his body as his release spurted into Amir’s waiting hand. He became limp on the floor; his eyes clenched shut, while his chest heaved.
He wanted a nap, after that! Chewing his lip for a second, he looked to where Amir was lying. “Do you…I mean…do I return…the favor?” he mumbled into the dark, curly locks he loved. His hand messaged the scalp he was abusing seconds before as he waited for Amir to answer.
A lewd pop sounded, causing Jake’s face to burn. “I’m frine, Jakesauce,” before warm, firm lips met his for the faintest of kisses. When he didn’t freak out, Amir took it as acceptance and kissed him again, deepening the kiss and full out blowing his mind. He dimly detected his own taste mixed into Amir’s taste. He let out a low groan as he gripped at Amir in any way he could, pulling the two flush together.
The lights turned on, true, white, and bright.
The two gullies froze in their intense makeout session, under the table, before pushing away from each other, and crawling out. Jake had to check if he was tucked into his jeans. No need a repeat of that one time…
Ricky stared at them for the longest time before shrugging. “Congrats,” he said, and checking his watch, he looked to everyone else calmly. “Everyone might as well go home.”
Jake looked towards Amir, who has looked more put together. His hair was mussed from Jake’s constant touch, shirt wrinkled, and pants outlining an obvious hard-on. Oh, that wasn’t all, however, but a distinct white gob on the corner of his mouth. Jake covered his mouth with his one hand in horror, as his other reached out to wipe the gunk away.
Sarah was smirking as she walked by, clapping him on the shoulder wordlessly. He was bright red as everyone else congratulated him, or Amir, as they trickled out the door. As he turned to leave, he caught his reflection in the glass and had to admit he looked only a fraction more put together than Amir did.
He sighed quietly and started to walk, when a hand tugged him to a stop. He turned to see Amir’s questioning look. He gave the hand a small squeeze and pulled Amir after him, smoothing Amir’s hair down, almost affectionately, towards their desks.
Amir grinned as he returned the squeeze. “So, dinner tonight?”
Jake smiled. “Dinner tonight,” he agreed as he let go and sat down. Amir grinned again.
Title: Stormy (Original, I know *Deadpan*)
Disclaimer: No ownage of the Jakesauce or Amirggets…yeah, I had to do that. Imagine Amir in a nugget costume and Jake in a packet of barbeque sauce…costume (had to stop imagining him covered in bbq sauce…*snicker*)
Author: writesstuff
Pairing: Jake/Amir
Rating: Soft R. Handjob in the dark. You his been Warrened.
Summary: The power goes out, Amir freaks, and Jake is to the rescue. …The ‘maiden’ is not so much a kisser, though.
A/N: Ho shiz son! I’m obsessed with freaking KATY PERRY at the moment! What is the world coming to?! And I figured all the angst needed to be watered down with some smut and happy endings? What do you guys think? LOL (I love the angst too, don’t get me wrong, but there’s been a lot of it lately x3)
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The first sign something big was going to go down was the loud clap of thunder, and Amir’s squeak of terror before his chair was vacated while Jake was none the wiser, listening loudly to Bowling For Soup. A few minutes later, when his song of Almost cut off during the chorus, he cursed loudly and looked around the darkness.
Why was it even storming during January, when it was supposed to be snowing? Sure, it only did last night, but now it was going to freeze over, as well? Of all the luck, Jake supposed.
Ricky’s voice called over the murmurs of conversation. “Since Amir is already in there, can everyone else meet in the meeting room, for a head-count?”
Jake stood and slowly made his way towards where he thought the meeting room was. A flash lit the whole room up, prompting Streeter to let out a triumphant cry. “Found my flashlight!” he called happily. A consensus of ‘YAY’ rang out as the rest of the staff followed Streeter’s lead.
“Streeter is going to go crazy with power, soon,” Jake mused as he watched Streeter show off, a bit, for Sarah, no doubt. He snorted as they made it to the meeting room, all finding chairs, and sitting.
Ricky took the light from Streeter, with a bit of a struggle, before shining it on himself, as he spoke. “Alright, let’s do a head-count-only a few of us stayed behind, anyways,” he shone it around at the faces. Streeter, Sarah, Jeff, Jake, Dan, Patrick…and me, okay, that’s everyone-,” a loud sniffle and whimper interrupted the rest of his talking.
“Where’s Amir?” Sarah asked.
Streeter took his light back from Ricky and started roaming the room with it. A scared cry broke through the silence as a clap of thunder shook the windows. Streeter pointed the light under the table, and cocked an eyebrow at the sight. “What the fuck is he doing down there?” he asked confusedly.
Amir was curled into a ball on the floor, under the table, facing the floor. Every time the smallest of sounds happened, he’d squeak and hug himself even closer. “Jay-ke~” the feeblest of whines caused the light to swivel away from Amir, to Jake, where everyone stared at him expectantly.
He sighed before dropping to the floor and lying on his stomach. “Yeah, buddy?” he mumbled, aware everyone was watching their exchange.
“Jay-ke,” he whined again, his voice muffled from the rug.
Jake sighed quietly and started rubbing Amir’s back counter-clockwise. “It’s okay…” he cringed at his next words, “I’m here, you’re okay,”
Amir took full advantage of his BBF’s ‘audience’ and crawling into Jake’s side, hugging him tightly around the middle. Jake stilled as Amir buried his face into the crook of his neck.
Pat and Sarah shared a look.
Jake sighed and glared at Streeter, as the light was still on them. “You know, other people probably don’t want to be left in the dark,” he snapped.
“No, just wanting to open some closets up,” Sarah piped up, causing Jake’s ears to burn in embarrassment and her to smirk in satisfaction.
“Shut up, bitch,” Came Amir’s muffled growl.
She looked offended before huffing. “Don’t be mean,” Jake reprimanded quietly as his other hand petted Amir’s unruly hair down. “Again, take the light off us!” he snapped at Streeter.
Streeter rolled his eyes but turned it away. “Whatever,” he muttered and flashed it on the others, who were sitting on the other side of the room. “Who wants to guess how long it’ll take Jake to realize Amir is feeling him up?” he called.
Jake froze at that, as did Amir. “Fuck, were you?” he hissed into Amir’s ear.
It was silent, and Jake had to wonder if Amir had fallen asleep. “…Maybeh, comprende,” he chuckled warmly, causing the hair on the back of Jake’s neck to stand up and a small shiver to pass through him. “That rhymed?” he ended it off as a question, rather than statement.
Jake had to play the last few seconds before sighing, “Sorta,” he admitted. Amir grinned against his neck but the grin was dropped and a whimper replaced it as a loud clap of thunder sounded.
Jake sighed quietly. “Shh, I’m right here,” he mumbled. He pulled back to look down at Amir, cursing when he remembered that he hadn’t adjusted to the dark yet, despite lying there for a good fifteen minutes-probably because Streeter had had the light trained on them. “Amir, buddy, can you get off me?”
“Get you off?”
“What, no!” Jake’s face flushed as he heard some of his co-workers chuckle. Fuck them, he thought as he turned them so he was facing upwards and waited. For what? He didn’t even know.
Possibly, for Amir to fall asleep so he could move away; or for Amir to make a move and do something that Jake may or may not have been wanting for the last three weeks. The latter seemed the more likable option, but not the likely one.
“Fuck!” the exclamation made the two under the table jump. “My battery died!” Streeter added for everyone’s benefits, despite them all-save the two gullies-being able to see the light go off. He felt Amir grin against his chest. He felt the hand, rather than seen it, snake its way down his torso, ghosting over his sides, and eventually dipping into his jeans.
He let out a squeak of surprise, but was eternally grateful for forgetting his belt that day. Amir’s hand trailed over his clothed groin, sending electric waves up his spine. He bit back the groan as he clutched Amir closer. He closed his eyes and felt himself hardening, despite his best to keep under control.
No way would it be a good thing for them to be caught doing this if the lights were to suddenly-and he didn’t care, because Amir’s hand went under his boxers, and holy shit, where did he even learn to do this? He bit his lips together as his hips jerked on their own accord, thrusting shallowly into Amir’s hand.
Amir’s mouth, meanwhile, was sucking at his neck, kissing, nibbling, and licking. His hand twisted a bit as he continued moving his hand up and down Jake’s shaft. Letting out the tiniest hint of a moan, Jake clenched his eyes shut.
“What…are you do-,” Amir sped his hand up and tightened his grip the slightest bit. “Holy shit…don’t stop…” Jake bit his bottom-lip, angling his head away, and allowing Amir to leave any mark he wanted, as long as he didn’t stop.
He felt the tightening of his sac, and the burning coiling in his stomach. “Amir, I’m so fucking close right now,” he hissed, clenching his hand in Amir’s hair and letting out a small pant.
“Just let go, then,” Amir finally muttered, his voice dropping an octave or two and sounding so freaking hot. Jake tensed; fire travelling all over his body as his release spurted into Amir’s waiting hand. He became limp on the floor; his eyes clenched shut, while his chest heaved.
He wanted a nap, after that! Chewing his lip for a second, he looked to where Amir was lying. “Do you…I mean…do I return…the favor?” he mumbled into the dark, curly locks he loved. His hand messaged the scalp he was abusing seconds before as he waited for Amir to answer.
A lewd pop sounded, causing Jake’s face to burn. “I’m frine, Jakesauce,” before warm, firm lips met his for the faintest of kisses. When he didn’t freak out, Amir took it as acceptance and kissed him again, deepening the kiss and full out blowing his mind. He dimly detected his own taste mixed into Amir’s taste. He let out a low groan as he gripped at Amir in any way he could, pulling the two flush together.
The lights turned on, true, white, and bright.
The two gullies froze in their intense makeout session, under the table, before pushing away from each other, and crawling out. Jake had to check if he was tucked into his jeans. No need a repeat of that one time…
Ricky stared at them for the longest time before shrugging. “Congrats,” he said, and checking his watch, he looked to everyone else calmly. “Everyone might as well go home.”
Jake looked towards Amir, who has looked more put together. His hair was mussed from Jake’s constant touch, shirt wrinkled, and pants outlining an obvious hard-on. Oh, that wasn’t all, however, but a distinct white gob on the corner of his mouth. Jake covered his mouth with his one hand in horror, as his other reached out to wipe the gunk away.
Sarah was smirking as she walked by, clapping him on the shoulder wordlessly. He was bright red as everyone else congratulated him, or Amir, as they trickled out the door. As he turned to leave, he caught his reflection in the glass and had to admit he looked only a fraction more put together than Amir did.
He sighed quietly and started to walk, when a hand tugged him to a stop. He turned to see Amir’s questioning look. He gave the hand a small squeeze and pulled Amir after him, smoothing Amir’s hair down, almost affectionately, towards their desks.
Amir grinned as he returned the squeeze. “So, dinner tonight?”
Jake smiled. “Dinner tonight,” he agreed as he let go and sat down. Amir grinned again.