warning: jayke want each other.
some context: the one where Jay and Jake are assigned to be roommates on campus for their sophomore year of college. after months of lying to each other about getting around in terms of sex, they both realize they're entirely at a loss, virgins, and...they need practice before actually trying to live up to their own lies.
"Bullshit, you're a virgin." Jay argues at his roommate over shitty $10 vodka, narrowing his eyes at him. "I know a virgin when I fucking see one."
Jake narrows his eyes right back, feeling both too seen and entirely insulted. Of course he's a fucking virgin, why else would he be sitting here, with this bitch of a man on a saturday night when there's dozens of parties raging about on campus?!
"Okay, fine." Jake admits it, glaring harder. "What about you, Mister "i-had-two-girls-at-once? Hm?"
Jay avoids eye contact, a clear sign of a liar.
"Me?!" He asks back. "The audacity."
Jake cuts him off.
"Admit it. Neither of us have so much as even kissed a fucking girl, I can tell. All virgins can clock another fucking virgin and you know it."
Silence.
That's all the answer Jake needed.
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Jake isn't sure why, but he expected it to feel...rougher? more, like, manly?
But no, it's soft, it's warm, it's nothing like he expected. Even bringing his hand up to touch the soft cheek, to even run his fingers through his hair, all of it feels soft.
"Woah." Jake whispers when Jay pulls back, looking away from him and scratching at the back of his own neck.
"Was that good?" Jay comments in an even smaller voice, avoiding eye contact.
Embarrassed, a bit elated.
Fuck if Jake knows what's good and what isn't. There wasn't any tongue or anything, just like, a really long kiss. Some slight movement of the lips, but definitely not what he's seen in porn.
"I don't know." He shrugs, looking at his roommate. "What about me? Was I good?"
Jay shrugs, finally looking at him.
"Is this...weird?"
And at the same time he says it, Jake speaks out.
"Can we try it with tongue?"
Jay scraps his previous question. Practice is practice, and it doesn't seem like Jake was paying attention anyway.
"Oh, um-" His face feels hot as he looks at the man, with lips plusher, bigger than his own. "Yeah, I mean- do you want to?"
Jake nods eagerly, already licking his lips, sitting on the couch, skewed so awkwardly to the side just to wait for Jay to meet his lips again. And when it does happen, he's not really sure what takes over his body.
Arguably, Jay isn't sure either. Because the second tongue is introduced..um...is this even practice anymore? Why does everything feel so natural? Why is he...why is he getting hard?
And when Jake pulls him onto his lap, seemingly lost in the moment, eyes squeezed shut as if pretending Jay is that pretty girl from one of his gen-ed classes, Jay realizes he's not the only one getting into it.
That drives him further, it drives Jake further too. With messy tongues, sloppy drooling and even slight grunts, slight moans...it's no longer practice.
It's like that for a few moments before Jay questions himself too harshly, pulling back with a breath and looking at Jake. His cheeks are so pink, lips so puffy...god, is he attracted to this absolute, fucking embarrassing ass loser?
"Why'd you stop?" Jake tilts his head, furrowing his brows in confusing. "I think that was good, I think we're doing good."
Yeah. Jay's attracted to him.
"Wait-" Jay calls out, looking around the room before motioning to the position they're in. "Isn't this...gay?"
Jake tilts his head even further.
"You like it?"
Jay stares at him.
"A little bit."
And then they just- well.
Hours pass, probably, as Jay kisses him. Surely they're both ready by now to fuck all those girls. There's a new, glaring issue though.
It keeps happening. Every night. They don't even use this knowledge elsewhere, just on each other. Growing harder, harder, fucking aching for touch.
Jay wonders, weeks later, who will be the first to break that boundary. He wonders if there's even a boundary at this point, actually.
