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Jaren had gained weight. not a lot, but enough to where he could grab decent fistfuls of his hips and stomach in his hands. It made him feel, ashamed. Like he had failed a rule that didn’t exist.
Any mirror was his worst enemy. He hated how he looked.
Leading up to pax west he was manic. Trying juice cleanses and fad diets with no luck. When it was a week away he tried CrossFit and yoga, but when he didn’t see results fast enough he gave up.
The plan was to have everyone get rooms in the same hotel on the same floor. They also agreed to try and share rooms to cut costs.
John and Jaren roomed together. Jaren was 80% sure they were a thing. I mean, he didn’t act that way around anyone else and those late-night calls about life and love and everything in between better not have been for nothing.
Or maybe he was looking too far into it. Reading too much into lingering stares and red cheeks. What if he was just a creep and John was just being nice?
It was too late to think about any of that because before Jaren knew it he was standing in the lobby of the hotel with his suitcase. He checked in and nodded to the lady as he grabbed his key. He must have been the first one there, the room was pristine and spotless. It was a large room, but it only had one king-sized bed. He was about to panic when he heard a knock at the slightly open door.
“Hey, bestie.”
Jaren whipped around to see John casually leaning against the door with a grin on his face.
All of Jaren’s running thoughts and concerns vanished the second he heard John’s voice. it was like a tranquilizer dart that calmed him instantly. He ran up and wrapped his arms around John who did the same. luckily he was shorter than John so John’s arms were around his back and not anywhere near his stomach or sides.
Jaren felt like he was home. Like if nothing else in this trip was to happen he would be content with just hugging John.
They passed the time updating each other on projects and videos before they left to join everyone for dinner.
Jaren snagged a seat next to John on one side of a long booth. Everyone was civil for the most part while placing orders and speaking to the waitstaff. But soon, without fail, most of the table was laughing at a stupid joke or something in a similar vein.
Someone had made a joke about mini muffins and while everyone else was laughing John took the time to rest his hand on Jaren’s thigh and lean over to whisper in his ear.
“You’re my mini muffin”
Jaren froze completely and for a second he could only focus on the warm hand resting on his leg. It wasn’t until John giggled that Jaren realized it was probably a joke. Maybe. Possibly. Maybe not though. What if he was serious? What if the relationship Jaren had cultivated in his head was real and John felt it too? The moment didn’t last long as their food arrived shortly after and people shut up to enjoy it.
After dinner, they all met up in puffer’s hotel room for drinks and Mario kart.
Jaren kicked ass in Mario kart for a while before he got bored and gave up his spot. He spotted John sitting on a couch with Matt and decided to join them, standing next to John.
John looked up at him and smiled, patting his thighs for Jaren to sit down.
Jaren’s smile faltered and he shook his head.
“I’m fine thank you though.”
John frowned and made puppy eyes.
“My mini muffin doesn’t want to sit with me?”
Red spread across Jaren’s cheeks at the call back from dinner.
“No. This mini muffin doesn’t want to sit ON you.”
John’s smile came back a little at this. Without warning, he grabbed Jaren by the belt loops and pulled him in front of him and onto his lap. Jaren tensed up and froze. He was putting his full weight on John. His body filled with panic and dread as he sat there. John could feel him tense and internally frowned.
Was Jaren insecure? He shouldn’t be. Jaren has nothing to be ashamed of he’s practically perfect. He’s hotter now that he has some meat on his bones. Something to hold.
John leaned forward so his lips were maybe a centimeter from Jaren’s ear. Jaren’s mouth went dry and he wiped his sweaty palms on his jeans.
“too bad.”
Jaren’s hands turned to fists as John nipped at his ear, and then his neck. It was gentle, just enough to know he was there. Jaren just about melted in his lap.
But then John pulled away. Like nothing had just happened between them. The only indication of it was John tightening his grip on Jaren’s waist. Jaren looked around and sighed when he realized everyone else was occupied and not paying attention to them.
If this was the version of tipsy/drunk John Jaren would have to be dealing with tonight then he needed something in his system too.
While still on his lap, he grabbed a bottle of vodka and a shot glass from a table and poured himself a shot, threw it back, and poured a second one, throwing that back as well. He was debating a third when John took the bottle with one hand and placed the other on Jaren’s side.
“Slow down muffin, don’t make yourself sick.”
Jaren could only nod, the fire in his stomach and his panicked thoughts making everything around him too much. He closed his eyes and tried to focus on just one thing at once, but proved unsuccessful. John took notice of this and relaxed on the couch, pulling Jaren back with him so he was resting even more of his weight on John. He didn’t even have time to panic as John put the bottle and the shot glass down and wrapped both arms around Jaren’s waist, keeping him there. Jaren glowed bright red and fumbled his fingers as he processed what he should be doing if anything. He glanced at John who was already gazing at him with foggy eyes. Almost like he was in a trance. His smile widened when Jaren caught his attention and Jaren’s stomach did flips.
He could only sit there for twenty or so minutes before he felt like a burden. Dead weight. He felt like he was weighing everyone down in every possible way. Dulling conversations because he was overwhelmed, stopped John from going anywhere because his fat ass was sitting on him.
“I’m gonna uh use the restroom.”
Without a response, Jaren peeled John’s hands off of him and got up, slinking into the restroom and putting his head in his hands once the door was closed. If he could just avoid drunk John the rest of the night maybe he wouldn’t have a panic attack. He didn’t know what to do when it came to sharing a bed, but he had the rest of the party to figure it out.
While leaving the bathroom, Pezzy yelled Jaren’s name. Jaren glanced at John for a second before walking over to where Pezzy was.
Was. Was John. Disappointed?
Surely he was just seeing things.
“Come help me get ice I don’t want to go alone.”
Jaren chuckled as they walked together towards the door.
“Aw is baby Pezzy scared to go by himself?”
Pezzy rolled his eyes and yanked Jaren into the hall before closing the door. They began walking and pezzy turned to Jaren.
“I wanted to talk to you. When are you and John gonna fuck?”
Jaren stopped walking. His face went beet red and he just stared at Pezzy for a second before responding.
“What the fuck are you talking about, we’re just friends.”
This time Pezzy was laughing as he started walking again. Jaren jogged up to him.
“Yeah right. I saw you two at dinner and the party. You were practically making out a few minutes ago. Plus you turn red as a fire truck anytime you’re near him.”
“No, I don’t!”
“Jaren you’re red right now.”
Pezzy giggled and Jaren just pushed him away. They got ice and made their way back, Jaren going over words in his head.
“Do.. do you think he uh likes me like that?”
For a second pezzy thought Jaren was kidding, but when he looked over and saw his pink cheeks and fumbling fingers he realized that this may be more complicated than he thought.
“It’s kind of obvious yeah. He stares at you constantly. You really haven’t noticed how he tries to make you laugh in every video we film?”
Jaren shook his head, still not fully convinced.
“That’s just his personality. He tries to make everyone laugh. I think he’s just being nice.”
Pezzy rolled his eyes as they approached the door to the hotel room. Pezzy turned to Jaren before they went in.
“You’ll never know unless you do something.”
Jaren could only sigh and open the door, heading straight for the alcohol.
Everyone got progressively drunker and drunker until puffer started kicking people out as it was getting late into the night and they had a full day ahead. John and Jaren made their way back to their room, giggling with each other and saying good night. They were both decently trashed. Not blackout drunk, but you could tell by their walk. When the door closed and they made it inside the atmosphere shifted.
Jaren and John were alone. completely alone for the first time that night.
All of the touches and looks.
All of his words.
Every bit of his torment was playing in Jaren’s head like a teen movie shopping montage. Jaren needed a moment to sober up before he spent any alone time with John.
“I need to shower”
He pushed past John and darted into the bathroom. John was baffled. Did he do something? He thought things were being reciprocated, but maybe he read the situation wrong. No, there’s no way. Absolutely no way Jaren would get that red and choked up around him if he didn’t feel that way. That boy wears his heart on his sleeve. In Jaren’s defense, John has been quite obvious as well, but he was aware of this and honestly just thought they were kind of a thing.
In Jaren’s haste to get his clothes off and shower, he had forgotten to bring clean clothes into the bathroom and was now in a dilemma. He wasn’t going to put his dirty clothes on, he had been on a plane for half the day and mingling with other dudes his age for the other half. He had a few towels but using more than one would make him look like a fucking idiot. So he had to deal with it and tuck a towel around his hips, a little higher and tighter than normal. John was on his phone trying to play angry birds when the bathroom door opened. Jaren didn’t feel any more sober and was tunnel visioned to get to his clothes until he heard his name.
“Jaren?”
Jaren got shot with that tranquilizer dart again and stopped in his tracks. One of his hands was holding the towel and the other was poorly trying to cover his chest.
“Yeah?”
The air felt thick. As if someone had poured a giant water park bucket full of maple syrup into the room. They were drunk, but there was an overwhelming feeling that whatever follows this will remain a sober memory.
An overwhelming feeling that this could change everything between them.
“Did I do something?”
Time was heavy. Jaren took a step towards John, who had discarded his phone and was on the edge of the bed facing him. He just looked sad. whether it was on purpose or genuine, his expression stuck another dart into him and his knees grew weak.
“No no no!”
He took another step. and another.
“We’re uh cool. You didn’t do anything, I just…I didn't..”
John stood up and took a step forward. their eyes met and Jaren wanted to shrivel into a little ball and roll away.
“I’m really sorry if I was being mean I-I really wasn’t uh trying to. I just..”
John took another step and left them about two feet from each other. Jaren lost his words and looked away. He really wanted to die right now.
“Am I reading this wrong? I thought we both felt the uh same. Ya know?”
His voice was gentle and calm. All of Jaren’s thoughts were blown away. For some reason, there was never in a million years that this would be an outcome.
“I- you.. feel the same?”
John grinned. That was the only confirmation he needed. He gently grabbed Jaren’s hips and pulled him closer. Jaren let out a gasp and put his hand on John’s chest, the other still clutching the towel.
“Yes, you dummy. I’m pretty sure everyone who knows us thinks we’re a thing anyways.”
Jaren was beet red. Smiling, but beet red. His head was turned away from John, he didn’t know if he could look him in the eyes right now. John wanted to see him though. He wanted to really look at the beautiful creature whatever higher power exists blessed him with. Honestly, it might be the alcohol, but John thinks he’s in heaven. With one hand he reached up and grasped Jaren’s chin gently and made the younger face him.
“So, do you want to be a thing?”
He could kiss him. He’s so close. Jaren was equally as starstruck and could barely keep his thoughts reigned in enough to respond.
“God yes”
John grinned wider and immediately leaned forward to kiss him. There were no cartoon sparks or feeling like a puzzle piece fell into place, but it felt warm. It was tender and slow. There was meaning behind it. A timeline of pent-up emotion and distance that was unraveling.
John’s hand slid to the side of his face. So gentle and soft.
Jaren didn’t even think when John backed them up until he was sitting on the bed again. They broke apart and stared at each other. John was the first to speak.
“If you want to stop please tell me immediately.”
Jaren could feel his stomach start to get uncomfortable from being tucked into the towel. The hand holding it was starting to hurt as well. He could only nod. John moved up to where he was sitting with his back against a pillow on the headboard. He patted his lap and grinned.
Jaren took a deep breath and walked to the side of the bed. He wanted this.
He wanted this so fucking bad.
But John would see him. Like really see him.
Would John even want to be with him after seeing him completely naked?
Seeing his stomach. His thighs.
All of the new meat on his bones.
Is it worth it?
“Jaren?”
He had been standing at the edge of the bed in the same position he had left the bathroom for a good thirty seconds.
“Huh?”
John noticed the position of his hands and the towel and scowled. This again? Jaren is drop-dead gorgeous and anyone who can’t see that is blind.
“Do you.. like.. your body?”
Jaren looked down. He didn’t consider this one of the options in this scenario. He can’t really lie. what’s the point of that?
“No. Not really.”
John thought for a second before saying anything.
“Come here.”
He patted his lap again. It was more of a demand than a suggestion. Jaren knew this and clambered onto his lap. The alcohol in his system was only just starting to die down, but he was still convinced he was dreaming. John started by gently pressing Jaren fully into his lap, allowing him to rest his full weight on John. Jaren turned redder than before and let out a light moan. He was being treated like glass. John was so gentle with him. Jaren couldn’t remember a time when any of his partners have acted this way toward him.
Jaren felt naked compared to John. John still had all of his clothes on, so he tugged on John's shirt until he got the message and moved his hands from Jaren’s hips to his shirt. John wanted the attention back on Jaren, capturing his lips with another long and slow kiss while his hands made their way back down to Jaren’s hips.
Everything was still slightly warped from the alcohol, but it made things feel.. warmer. As goofy as it sounded, it was like this was something so much more than just hooking up.
John was enjoying himself. Enjoying watching Jaren completely fall apart in his hands. He would softly press his hips into John’s, almost unsure of himself. John was hard, but he could hardly focus on that.
Not when Jaren’s almost silent moans grew in volume. Not when Jaren’s hand tangled itself in John's hair, tugging anytime something felt particularly good. John moved his head and began to lightly kiss and suck his neck, leaving Jaren a puddle in his hands.
“Let go Jaren.”
John’s hand was on the towel in Jaren’s hands. Jaren knew this part had to come eventually. He knew he’d panic over it. He still hadn’t figured out how to respond. He was still too drunk for that.
So he froze. John’s hand moved over his.
“Jaren it’s okay. Just let go.”
It’s okay. It’s going to be fine. right? Worse comes to worst and Jaren loses his best friend and possibly more than that. So obviously stakes aren’t too high.
But if he got this far he might as well go all in.
He loosened his grip and gave up his last security to John. John watched in awe as Jaren’s stomach relaxed. Watched the meat and skin fill itself out. God, it was hot.
Jaren didn’t know what to do with himself. Quite honestly he wanted to cry. The poor boy wanted to cover himself in blankets and never be seen again.
This was it. This was what was going to ruin his life. John could easily tell everyone about his hidden chubbiness. About the stretch marks on his thighs and ass and around his hips. He could even tell them about how Jaren has silently begun crying, assuming the worst and just wanting John to get over with it. To tell him to get off. Leave.
But John doesn’t. Instead, when he looks up to find Jaren in tears he frowns. Did he hate his appearance that much? John has had his tongue down the guy's throat for the past fifteen minutes you’d think he would’ve assumed John thought he was attractive.
John flipped them and gently laid Jaren back on a pillow.
Jaren began to speak.
“John-“
But was quickly cut off.
“Shut the fuck up”
John ran his hands over Jaren’s sides and grabbed fistfuls of the smooth flesh above his hips in his hands.
“Do you know how horny you make me?”
Jaren’s eyes snapped open and he locked eyes with John. He couldn’t even think about responding he was still trying to process everything. John.. still liked him?
“When I walked into this hotel room and found you here I almost jumped you on the spot. I know you’ve gained some weight, but it’s made you even more irresistible.”
Jaren was stunned. He could only grab the sheets with his hands. John’s hands went under the towel and sunk their fingers into Jaren’s milky white thighs.
“Do you know what your thighs and ass will do to a man? I don’t think you even realize how sexy you are.”
His hands moved up, avoiding his crotch, but instead moved behind him. John kneaded Jaren’s ass, loosening the towel further. Jaren moaned and held the sheets until his knuckles were white. This was all too much and his dick hadn’t even been touched yet.
“You are so fucking hot. do you know how long I’ve been holding back? God, you’re so perfect Jaren.”
Jaren’s head was spinning. He felt like this was all just a nice dream. Everything fuzzy and soft. His eyes were half-lidded and his mouth was slightly open.
“J-John”
The hands on Jaren’s ass disappeared and reappeared caressing Jaren’s face. John straddled him and thumbed across his plump cheeks. He was beautiful.
“What do you need baby boy? We’ll do whatever you want.”
Jaren shivered at his words. He didn’t know what he wanted to do if he was being honest. He wanted to take this further but didn’t know how.
“I want more i-i just.. I don’t know…”
John smiled and caressed his face. The younger looked so innocent and pure.
He wanted to ruin him.
“You want me to take the lead and you tell me when to stop?”
Jaren was leaning into the hands holding his face. He couldn’t help it, he just felt so safe and vulnerable. He’d never been with a guy before and was a little terrified, but it was John. It was his best friend who knew him better than anyone. If there was anyone to have a first time with it would be him.
“Y-yes please”
John leaned forward and kissed his forehead before pulling back.
“I’ll be right back.” he smiled.
He quickly got off the bed and walked to his suitcase. He grabbed something out of a pocket and then took his pants off. When he returned he found that Jaren hadn’t moved an inch. He didn’t want to displease John in any way. What a good boy.
“Okay, this might feel weird at first. Let me know if you want to stop.”
Jaren just nodded as John poured a generous amount of lube onto his fingers. John kneeled in between Jaren’s legs and used his clean hand to prop one of his legs up. He let out a quiet groan as he dug his fingers into the warm flesh of Jaren’s thigh. Jaren kept his eyes closed as he felt a finger circle around his entrance and proceed to sink into him to the first knuckle. and then the second. and the third. John was right about it being a weird feeling. It didn’t necessarily hurt, but it didn’t feel great.
Slowly, the finger inside of Jaren began to move and quirk in different directions. Jaren’s walls were hot and silky. It was slowly starting to feel better. As Jaren relaxed, John added a second finger. He leaned forward and latched his lips to Jaren’s neck, kissing and biting while he worked his fingers inside of a softly moaning Jaren.
“John! Please.. god. right there.”
Found it. John continued for a few seconds before stopping completely and pulling his fingers out. Jaren whined at the loss of fullness but arched his back when three fingers replaced the previous two. The fingers continued John’s assault on his prostate as John continued his lips’ assault on Jaren’s neck and chest. Jaren was seeing stars. Soft moans mewled from his mouth as he rocked his hips into John’s fingers. His moans got louder as John’s pace quickened.
They didn’t feel that drunk anyone. More tipsy than anything else. It still had a small effect, but they were both intoxicated by each other in the first place.
Jaren’s hands moved to John’s hair and tugged as John thrust especially hard. John groaned at the sharp but dull pain. Jaren noticed this and tugged again, but harder. The older moaned and bit down softly on Jaren’s neck. John pulled his fingers out once again and quickly tugged his boxers down. Jaren was a temptation without even realizing it.
Jaren’s nerves came back. He knew what happened next. John would be gentle though, right? what if he wants to move the towel? It’s his only cover left. John would truly see all of him.
As John got closer to him again his heart rate picked up. With his lube-covered hand, John grabbed his cock and stroked himself a few times. He poured a little more lube on (considering it was Jaren’s first time) and began to line himself up.
“John?”
John stopped immediately and gave himself and Jaren some distance. Jaren looked scared and John just about burst into tears at the sight of it.
“Are you okay? We can stop do you want to stop?”
Jaren’s hands fidgeted with his towel as he replied.
“I want to do this I- I just.. I’m just.. nervous. just… please be gentle?”
John wanted to melt into a puddle. How did he manage to not only find a boy like him but have this boy practically naked in front of him asking him to ‘be gentle’?
John moved back in front of Jaren, once again lining himself up. With his clean hand, he reached forward and grabbed one of Jaren’s hands. Jaren closed his eyes as he felt the tip of John’s cock entering him. He groaned as more of it filled him. A hand on John’s chest got him to stop immediately.
“C-can we pause.”
John leaned down and caressed Jaren’s face, his thumbs once again padding over his face.
“Of course, let me know if you want me to move.”
Jaren didn’t look as scared, but he looked a bit uncomfortable. He closed his eyes again for a second but opened them to be caught in John’s. He couldn’t help, but focus on John’s lips, his eyes, his nose, his hair. he was a pretty human you have to admit. It gave Jaren butterflies. His voice was so very soft, but John could still hear it.
“Can you kiss me please?”
John smiled as he gazed into those pretty eyes. What kind of question was that? He took no hesitation and met their lips together. Like everything else, it was slow and sweet. Jaren felt so safe he wanted to cry.
He was even debating canceling his whole trip because of how he looked. but now? Kissing John with his arms around his neck like it was nothing? He wouldn’t trade it for the world.
John peppered kisses around his face before he ended back up at his lips. Jaren shifted a little and bit back a moan.
“J-John move.”
John pushed in a little more and stopped, gauging Jaren’s reaction. When Jaren moaned and locked eyes with him he pushed himself the rest of the way in. Almost immediately John stopped moving and went back to kissing the boy underneath him, giving him time to adjust.
Jaren sighed against his lips and took a second or two to shift his hips until he was comfortable. one of John’s hands moved to the towel still over Jaren’s stomach and crotch.
Jaren froze but didn’t protest. He was very slowly coming to terms with the fact that John likes him the way he is. John noticed this and paused for a second, one hand still on Jaren’s face. He traced the skin above the towel, watching Jaren lightly pant with his eyes closed.
Jaren felt his neck and chest being attacked again. While this was happening, John finally moved the towel out of the way. Both of his hands moved to grab at Jaren’s hips.
Holy shit his hips. and his thighs. and his stomach. He was just so feminine. Not in a bad way at all, he was curvy, voluptuous, thicc. John couldn’t help it and began moving slowly. Jaren gasped, overwhelmed at the hands on him. Grabbing him in places he considered unwanted and it felt fucking fantastic.
“Oh my god, baby you’re so fucking good for me.”
Immediately Jaren moaned at his words, his cock twitching at the encouragement. John noticed this too. A praise kink? He seriously couldn’t get any cuter. Of course, he out of all people would have a praise kink.
“You like that, puppy?”
John picked up his pace, squeezing Jaren’s ass.
“You like being told you’re making me feel good?”
Jaren opened his eyes, dazed. He nodded, his hands gripping the sheets. He was so out of it. John was making him feel too much emotionally at once. Jaren shifted into a different mind state. Almost primitive. The noises Jaren was making were something out of a porno. Red-faced and lidded eyes. John moved down to kiss Jaren, his hands sweeping from his chest back down to his hips. He squeezed his soft hips and broke the kiss to nip at his jaw as he sped up a little.
“Fuck Jaren you feel so good. God, you’re so hot.”
Jaren wrapped his arms around John’s back, his hands landing in John’s hair. he whined and tugged the long brown locks of hair. John wanted to hear more. he kept up his pace.
“You’re so beautiful. Your fucking thighs and hips are so fucking hot.”
He played with the fat on Jaren’s hips and thighs. Jaren moaned and moved his hands down to dig his nails into John’s back. His eyes pricked with tears.
“So good. God, you’re so good for me. Such a good boy.”
Jaren started crying as his stomach burned. It was all too much. Everything felt too good. sounded too good. Jaren was being showered in love and felt it so hard he was overwhelmed. John just continued to kiss his jaw and neck in between compliments. Everything was so fuzzy and soft.
“J-John I- fuck I’m- aaah”
John kissed his neck again and moved one of his hands to Jaren’s cock, stroking to match his pace. tears streamed down Jaren’s face. He just couldn’t help it.
“You’re so hot. So good for me. So beautiful. Fuck. Cum for me puppy. I love you so much.”
“John! I’m- aaaAA”
Jaren nearly screamed, his nails digging into John’s back and leaving angry red marks. His head was spinning as he came on his chest. John fucked him through his orgasm and groaned as he felt Jaren clench around him. Another thirty seconds and John was cumming inside of Jaren. They both panted and looked at each other. John was the first to smile. Jaren smiled back as John dropped to his elbows and kissed the younger, using his hands to wipe the tears from Jaren’s face as he did so. It was another long and tender kiss that made Jaren’s stomach do flips. he’ll never get over how soft John is with him. They kissed for a few minutes, just enjoying having each other so close.
Eventually, John pulled back.
“I need to shower.” he scrunched up his nose. Jaren stared back at him, still a little dazed.
“N-now I do too.” Jaren scrunched up his face as well. John sighed and finally pulled out, making Jaren groan.
“Come shower with me.”
Jaren blushed as John reached his hand out. He grabbed it and shakily sat up. When it came to getting on his feet it was an attempt. His legs wobbled and immediately gave out. John caught him and helped him back onto the bed. Jaren laughed and John quickly joined him.
“Yeah, I don’t think I’m making it to the shower.”
John thought for a second and bent down to kiss Jaren, his hand woven through his overgrown hair. Another slow and gentle kiss and Jaren felt like becoming a puddle. When it broke John moved up and kissed Jaren’s forehead.
“I’ll be right back.”
Jaren felt tired. He laid down, his legs still dangling off the bed. He didn’t know how much time had passed before John could be heard returning. Jaren slowly opened his eyes. John leaned down and kissed him, a quick peck this time. He picked Jaren up bridal style and carried him into the bathroom. Jaren rested his head on John’s chest, too tired to talk. To John’s delight, the room they were in had a jacuzzi. A big one too. Big enough to where John could just step into it holding Jaren and have enough room just like that.
Jaren let out a hum at the feeling of warm soapy water as John sat down. It came up to his chest. John set him in his lap and used one hand to support his back while the other grabbed a loofa and dunked it in the hot water before cleaning Jaren’s chest. Jaren opened his eyes and eyed his surroundings. He used a hand to wipe at his eyes tiredly, adjusting to the light.
“Can I wash your hair?” he looked up at John with puppy dog eyes.
John’s heart ached at the sight and his words. If there was a purer couple he’d love to meet them. He opted to kiss Jaren instead of answering. Jaren wondered if things were always going to be like this now. Is this is new normal? He wouldn’t mind if it was. He liked being treated like a princess.
“Of course, you can puppy”
John grinned, his now empty hand carding through Jaren’s hair. Jaren went pink at the quite literal pet name. He felt so vulnerable with John.
Jaren slowly sat up and straddled John. He grabbed the loofa and wet John’s hair. Jaren wasn’t the only one feeling especially soft. Much like Jaren, this is John’s first time being this intimate with a partner. Things were just different for Jaren. He wasn’t just a person. He was this beautiful human being inside and out. this perfect boy in his arms. John’s hands ran over Jaren’s curves as he washed his hair. John kissed Jaren again as he squeezed his hips. This whole kissing thing was something Jaren would have to get used to. Jaren giggled and John smiled into the kiss.
By the time they were clean, dry, and in bed, it was around 3 am. They had to be up at 10 am to be at a breakfast at 10:30 am so they at least had 6 and some hours of sleep.
Jaren was already almost lights out by the time John had carried the two of them to bed. His legs were still wobbly, or at least that’s what Jaren claimed. When they climbed into bed John pulled Jaren flush against his chest. John sighed and they stayed like that for a minute or so before Jaren wiggled free and turned to face John.
“Did you mean what you said? Ya know. When we were~”
Jaren made a vague gesture with his hands. John knew what he was talking about. He was just waiting to see when or if he would bring it up.
“Every word. I really do love you. A lot.”
Jaren got a little lightheaded. John just kissed him. Another long and tender one. One that calmed and cleared all of Jaren’s thoughts.
“You don’t have to say it back immediately, I understand if y-“
“I l-love you too.”
Jaren didn’t realize he was looking away until he looked back and into John’s eyes. Jaren smiled and for once was the one to initiate a kiss. This one wasn’t too long, but it held a lot of emotion behind it. They fell asleep with John’s lips against Jaren’s forehead, their limbs tangled together beneath the blankets.
The next morning John woke up first. Without thinking he brushed a strand of hair away from Jaren’s face. His hand ended up on his cheek. He decided to keep it there, watching as Jaren snuggled into it. The clock read 7:45 so Jaren had plenty of time to rest. honestly, John should probably go back to bed as well. So he did. Hand still on Jaren’s cheek.
The two of them woke up when an alarm went off. John swatted at it until it turned off while Jaren just wiggled himself further into John’s chest. He sighed and brushed a hand through Jaren’s long hair, watching him smile before cracking open his eyes.
“Do we have to get up?” he groaned and tightened his grip around John.
John continued to pet him as he kissed him. A nice thing to start a morning off with. For a few solid seconds Jaren panicked, before remembering everything that happened last night. He eased into the kiss and sighed into John’s lips. He was fine. Everything was okay. More than okay.
“Do you want to pick out my outfit?”
Jaren giggled up at him.
“Is that supposed to make me excited to get out of bed? Like enticing a toddler by giving them a simple task?”
John kissed his forehead and moved his hand to cup Jaren’s face.
“Maybe. Did it work?”
Jaren thought about spending a few more minutes in bed. Then he pondered the opportunities he would have, becoming more awake as he realized he could make John look as hot as possible.
“Maybe.”
Jaren then thought about having to get out of bed with no clothes on. It was too early and he was too sober for that.
“Can- can you grab me clothes first, please? I uh don’t want to be um naked for so long.”
John brushed a strand of hair out of Jaren’s face. Jaren leaned into it and hummed. the older just stared at him. this poor boy. He would murder anyone who said anything bad about his appearance. It really is tragic that he can’t see how stunning he is. John’s hand moved down to squeeze Jaren’s hips under the blankets. His skin was so soft and warm. He was so soft and warm. John kissed him. another long and slow kiss. Jaren was going to have to get used to this. John really liked to kiss him.
“Your body is so beautiful. You’re so pretty. I know you don’t like how you look. Just know that I love how you look and I hope one day you think the same.”
John kissed him again. Not as long this time.
“Of course, I can grab your clothes, puppy. Can I pick them out?”
Jaren was a little dazed, John’s comments coming out of nowhere. The nickname once again going straight to his head.
“Mmm sure. Don’t make me look stupid though.”
John laughed and painstakingly peeled Jaren off of him. He sat up in bed and stretched.
He stood up and made his way over to his suitcase. Obviously, he was going to use this opportunity to make Jaren look as cute as possible. He found a crew neck that he had altered. there were now blue, yellow, and pink flowers stitched into the black fabric. It was cute. He paired it with a pair of Jaren’s khakis. When he was content with his choices, he returned to Jaren. Jaren had sat up on his elbows, the sheets still covering his chest.
“Here, do you want me to look away?”
Jaren took the clothes out of his hands and stared at the man in front of him. John was just confidently standing there in his boxers. He thought back about what John said, he was right, he’s not comfortable in his skin, but he wants to be.
“Uhm. No, it’s okay.”
John’s eyebrows raised as he happily took a seat on the edge of the bed. He still wanted to give Jaren some space. Jaren felt John’s eyes on him and it made him feel.. nervous.
He shrugged the crew neck on and shook out his hair, running a hand through it. John’s mouth went dry as pungent images of him railing Jaren in that sweater flashed in his head. Fuck.
“That’s a very fuckable sweatshirt.”
Jaren looked up at him as his face went red. He smiled bashfully and played with the sweater paws the large sweater gave him. This made him look even cuter and John couldn’t help himself as he stood up and walked over to Jaren to kiss him. Jaren’s hands wrapped around his neck as John cupped his face. One of John’s hands moved away and under the sweater to squeeze at Jaren’s hips and ass. Jaren swatted him away.
“Not right now monkey brain. We have to meet up with everyone for breakfast in like fifteen minutes.”
John dramatically sighed and flopped down on his back next to Jaren. Jaren just laughed and wobbled to his feet to put on his khakis. He walked in a circle. It wasn’t difficult, but he sure felt the aftermath of last night. Jaren rifled through their luggage to put together an outfit for John. He found a large graphic tee that was very much punk and John’s style. He pulled a pair of black jeans and one of John's embroidered jackets out of his bag. He brought the items to John and let them fall onto his lap.
“C'mon I don’t wanna be the ones they make fun of because they’re late.”
Jaren leaned forward and kissed John. Short and sweet, like Jaren. Then he made his way into the bathroom to brush his teeth. He looked into the mirror and nearly choked on the toothpaste as his eyes roamed the dark maroon marks along his neck. Oh fuck. He needs to find someone good at makeup immediately. Well.. that isn’t going to be hard. When he finished brushing he passed John on the way out. He stopped him to show off his doing. Before Jaren could speak his mouth dried up. John was fucking smoking hot. Everything fit him perfectly.
“First of all, you look.. so fine. Second of all, what the hell do we do with my neck.”
Jaren pointed to the marks and John’s hands went to cover his mouth in shock.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry I wasn’t thinking.”
His hands shot up to cradle Jaren’s face.
“Matt has concealer and color corrector we can just ask him to bring his makeup and we’ll fix it during breakfast or in the lobby if we have time.”
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“Why the fuck does Matt have makeup?”
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“Why not? He likes being able to have a smooth complexion.”
John giggled and looped his hands around Jaren’s neck. Jaren could just collapse into his arms right now and not think twice.
“I shouldn’t have judged. It’s cool he wears makeup and it honestly makes a lot of sense.”
Jaren gave a weak ‘mhmm’ and leaned into John’s chest, John’s arms moving to hold him there. they stayed like that for a minute or so just enjoying each other’s presence before Jaren pushed himself up.
“Okay you’re great and all, but brush your teeth and we need to scedadle.”
John leaned forward and kissed his forehead.
“You’re a nerd.”
With that, he unhanded Jaren and walked into the bathroom to finish getting ready.
There weren’t too many people on the way down to the lobby since the hotel breakfast had nearly ended.
The few people they passed only gave one or two strange looks.
John tried to hold Jaren’s hand and kiss him, but Jaren kept having to swat him away.
“You can’t do all of this in public! I’m not ready for our fans to find out. I-I still need to work up some self-esteem.”
His voice grew smaller as he spoke. John smiled and wrapped an arm around his shoulder.
“That’s fine. We can come out to whoever whenever you want to. Hey, that sounded cool.”
Jaren giggled.
“Hey, idiots!”
The two lovebirds turned their heads to see puffer, Matt, Nogla, Pezzy, and Droid walking toward them. Matt was carrying the makeup that Jaren had asked for. They immediately burst into laughter at the sight of Jaren’s neck. He didn’t even have a chance to hide it. Pezzy wrapped an arm around Jaren’s shoulders.
“Fucking finally. So who topped?”
Jaren didn’t answer and simply turned red and hid his face in his sweater paws. On the other hand, John crossed his arms and smirked at the question. This pretty much gave the boys their answer.
Puffer and Droid both handed Nogla and Pezzy $20 while Matt laughed at them all.