supercut of us, a jack abbot college fic coming soon!
AKA the one where jack abbot accidentally knocks up robby's little (step)sister in his final year of college
Layla, you've got me on my knees.
The lyrics echo in his head, and for the first time in his life, they don't feel like hyperbole. If Clapton hadn't written it fifty years ago, Jack is pretty sure someone would have to write it about you tonight.
Begging darling please, Layla
He catches Chloe’s eye as his hands drop to your waist, and he immediately glances away.
They're not dating. They have zero obligations to one another.
So why does she look so pissed?
Darling, won't you ease my worried mind?
The guitar solo is screaming through the speakers, matching the frantic, heavy rhythm in Jack's chest. He looks down at your mouth, then back up to your eyes, and realises he is completely text-book losing his mind. A freshman bumps hard into his shoulder, but he barely registers it. He's entirely done with this crowded room, done sharing the way you move and the sweet smell of your perfume with a hundred drunk strangers.
Pulling you flush against his chest, he dips his head until his lips brush the warm skin just below your ear. “Come upstairs with me,” He murmurs, his voice tight with an impatience he doesn't even bother trying to hide.
He doesn't offer a lame excuse. He just pulls back to look down at you, waiting.
Instead of answering, you slide your hand up his neck, tilt your chin, and press your lips directly to his.
Jack lets out a quiet, defeated breath against your lips, his hands instantly sliding up your back to anchor you against him. The kiss is intoxicating, tasting like the drink on your breath and the heat of the room, completely shattering his usual composure.
When you finally break apart, both of you breathing a little harder, you slide your hand down into his open palm and squeeze it gently. “Lead the way, hockey boy.”
gummygunk
vaporwave
turnnoffyourmind
andulkaphoto
blakekathryn
izzy806
stormborns
theartofmadeline
