hey besties!! y’all it’s been a hot MINUTE
I hope everyone’s been doing good, getting some good sleep and drinking lots of water!
today’s post is brought to you by a conversation I had with a fellow grestie (shoutout grace ilysm 😚) and we were talking about Jake’s tummy and how we feel this is DEFINITELY something he would do with his partner so after I got done crying over the thought I wrote this and cried about THIS instead !
anyway I hope you guys enjoy, lmk what you think !
You felt your cheeks attempting to fight against you, against the smile that was once again taking over your lips for what must have been the millionth time tonight. You couldn’t help it, watching your boyfriend up on stage as he belted out into his solos, giving his all each and every second since they had initially taken the stage that night - it was breathtaking. No matter how many times you watched them play, you continued to fall more and more in love every night.
Which brings you to now, standing in the wings on the right side of the stage, watching your man as he lifts his guitar up to his hip, hoisting it on there for support as his fingers all but shred the chords that hung on his guitar.
The sound of Josh’s encouragement only made the crowd grow louder, and you couldn’t help but join them, jumping up and down screaming out praises towards your boyfriend as you danced along to their performance.
Finishing his solo he danced his way back to his spot away from the edge of the stage, turning to you momentarily as he pointed his guitar at you, shooting you a wink as he continued to play. Playfully rolling your eyes at him, the smile never left your lips as you blew him a kiss, to which he accepted with a simple nod and a smile, before he turned back to the crowd.
The rest of the show came and went, and your throat felt raw from all of the screaming you did, much like every other night. You were a fan before you were a girlfriend, and that wasn’t going to stop just because you were dating one of them. You were their own personal groupie, and you made sure to always let them know how well they did no matter what.
After show rituals always consisted of alcohol, and sometimes a game or two of pool. Tonight, a game or two turned into a game or ten, and the alcohol started off in small shots but eventually turned into multiple bottles on the table. One of you had to remain sober enough to drive the rest of the crew home, and normally it would be you or Danny, but tonight it fell on you.
"Okay,” you sighed, putting the car in reverse. “Off to the casa.”
You had just dropped Sammy off at his house, the last one of the bunch and now it was just you and Jake.
Jake let out a giggle, mumbling ‘casa’ to himself throughout the drive. You held his hand on the way, rubbing your thumb across the back of it until you pulled into your driveway. Killing the engine, you gathered your things and made your way to his door, helping him up and out and into the house.
Getting him in the shower was out of the question, so you opted for simply removing his clothes, leaving his underwear on as you tucked him into bed. Going through and getting yourself ready for bed, you snuggled up into his side not long after. Your fingertips began their trails at his neck, working their way down towards his throat, gliding over his pecks before settling onto his tummy.
He huffed a laugh as you continued exploring, wiggling around in your grasp a little.
You smiled into his side as you pressed a kiss into his skin, leaning your head back to look at him. “I thought you would’ve passed out the second you touched the bed.” you joked, earning a sleepy smile from him.
"Normally I would’ve,“ his speech came out mumbled, laced with exhaustion and alcohol. "But not yet.”
You hummed in response but didn’t offer much else for a comment, instead tucking your head back onto his chest, bringing your attention back to his tummy. Traces of your fingertips turned into small strokes of your thumb against the skin, relishing in the hums of appreciation that sounded against his chest. You continued on this way for a while, cuddling and enjoying the warmth he had to offer.
“You know,” you spoke after a while. “I really love your tummy.”
Silence was all that could be heard as a response to your confession, save for the sound of his steady breathing and the hum of his heart. You wondered if he had fallen asleep, but just as you were planning on looking up at him, he spoke.
The sound of his voice, filled with hesitation and, what seemed like disbelief, sounded in your ears, and this time you did look up at him, seeing in his eyes that you were right of the emotions beneath his answer.
Since you had met him, you had always said without a doubt he was one of the few people you had ever met that continuously oozed confidence. You knew everyone had their moments of course you did, no one was perfect but if anyone could ever even come close to it, it was Jake. Though this wasn’t the first time this particular insecurity came to light, what with all of the posts and comments about him on specific occasions during a show where his tummy would be more on display, it still shattered your heart into a million pieces hearing the uncertainty in his voice.
"Of course I do, love.” you assured him, never once stopping your affections on his skin. “It’s one of my favorite things about you, and I know I’m not the only one that goes absolutely feral when it’s out while you’re playing.”
He tried not to smile, biting his lip and closing his eyes even but he failed, a light blush grazing the apples of his cheeks as you went on.
"I love watching you up there, shredding away on your guitar giving it your all, and when your jacket opens up and your tummy is out and proud and coated in sweat - dear God, Jacob.“ You closed your eyes for a second, your heart rate picking up at the mere thought of how he looks on most nights but fuck, his tummy was such a turn on for you and you cherished it just like you cherished every other part of him.
"Okay, okay,” he laughed, causing you to open your eyes and look at him to find him already looking right at you. “I get it.”
You shook your head. “I don’t think you do, baby. The things your tummy, your jummy if you will, the things it does to me, I should be carrying a mop and a wet floor sign with me everywhere I go, cause damn!”
At this point he was laughing, full on belly laughing. Head thrown back against the pillows, eyes screwed shut tightly as the bed shook with his laughter. The sound was music to your ears, it was your favorite sound ever, the sound of him playing coming at close second. You watched in adoration, relishing in the sound of his beautiful laugh bouncing off the walls, feeling the familiar sting in your cheeks as a wide grin spread across your lips.
You don’t know how long he laughed for, how long you admired him for, but eventually his laughter died down and he was pulling you in tightly, nuzzling his nose in your hair. You stayed like that for some time, letting him hold you and whisper his thanks into your hair, which you shook off because he didn’t need to thank you for loving him, all of him. You would do it all over again in every life time, every universe, on every planet for fucks sake. You loved him, in his entirety and you would never get tired of telling him.
“You know,” he started, pulling back and giving you a pointed look. “Your tummy is really cute too.”
You couldn’t help but laugh, a playful eye roll even slipping out. “Okay, now I think I’m ready for bed.”
He stopped you before you could roll over, holding his hand under your jaw to make sure you were looking at him as he spoke. “I’m serious, Y/N.”
The playfulness died down as you stared at one another, you waiting for him to continue and him wanting you to believe every single word that was to come out of his mouth.
You had dealt with body image issues in the past, since you were younger, and they had never really fully disappeared. They weren’t as frequent as before, but they still lingered every now and then. Jake knew of this, and he was one of the main reasons why you weren’t so affected anymore but on the days that you were, he was always there to help pick up the pieces.
“When I tell you I love you, that means all of you, and I mean it.”
This time it was him rubbing random patterns against the skin of your own tummy, and you shivered at the contact as he went on.
“I would never lie to you, not about something like this. I know you don’t see yourself the way I do sometimes, and though it’s not okay I know you’re trying, I see it and I can feel it and I’m so proud of you for not giving up on yourself. Everything about you is beautiful, absolutely everything. But one of my favorites since the beginning, is this,” he spared a glance down where his hand was momentarily. “It’s so comforting, and I have no idea why. I feared you might think that was weird or something so I always waited until you fell asleep to hold your tummy but seriously, Y/N, I adore this part of you so much.” You couldn’t help but let out a small laugh at the ending of his confession, trying to keep yourself from blushing but failing as you felt the heat take over your cheeks. “The way you see me, is the exact same way that I see you,” he continued. “There’s only one of you. One set of eyes, big beautiful eyes might I add. Once set of arms, one set of legs, one of you entirely. And there’s only one tummy, just one. So while you have it, I ask that you try and love it the same way you love mine. The same way that I love it, and you.”
You pulled him into a hug at that, hugging him against your chest so tightly.
You don’t know how you had gotten so lucky, but you were so damn lucky to have him in your life, even more so to have the privilege of him loving you, and you loving him just as much.
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