Warnings: none; honestly this one is so fluffy I thought my own heart might give out while writing it.
Requested by a lovely anon <3 Thank you so much.
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Jake was your best friend so taking a pile of blankets out to the yard and setting up a little outdoor lounge area to look at the stars wasn’t anything out of the ordinary. During the summers, you and him had done it countless times, him providing the beer and you providing the blankets. You would both point at different constellations--you were better at finding them than him, though--and try to spot whatever planets might be shining against the blue sky.
So it was just another lazy, beautiful summer night, except your little crush on Jake had been growing. At first, when you felt it starting to form in your heart months ago, you thought it would go away. You’d both become young adults and you would have been a blind idiot to not notice how beautiful Jake had become, and how insightful he was. But the crush only grew and grew with time, and by the summer your heart felt so full.
You sat down on the spread of blankets, pulling one end up over your legs, keeping the other side in your hand so you could lay it over Jake when he joined you. He did, handing you a beer and relaxing back on his hands next to you. You felt a spark when his long hair tickled your arm and you glanced over at him. He was looking up at the sky, then turned to the side to grab his own beer and take a swig.
“I think this is the fifth time we’ve stargazed just this summer,” you noted, lying on your back and resting your hands behind your head, careful not to bump Jake with your elbows.
“Six. We stargazed in the park in June,” Jake reminded you. “We just didn’t have beer that time.”
You chuckled quietly. “Oh yeah. You never get tired of this?”
Jake turned and looked at you. “No. Why, do you?”
“No.”
Jake sighed and laid back with you. “There’s always something new to see.”
You turned your cheek and took Jake in--god, he was stunning. He had been a cute teenager but now that you were both older, he was truly something special. You studied the way the soft blue light hit his cheekbones, casting angular shadows on his face, and the blue shadows under his eyes, always looking perpetually tired, and the dark lashes that shadowed them.
“I think so too,” you replied and sat up to take another drink.
Jake followed, grabbing his beer, and looked at you with a grin. “Wanna see who can finish theirs first?”
You tried to stop yourself from goofiy smiling back. “Jake, you know I can’t chug beer.”
He pursed his lips for a second before going back to grinning. “Come on, it’ll be fun.”
You took a sip. “You just wanna see me lose.”
“No, Y/N,” Jake insisted, putting his hand on your shoulder. “I want to see you succeed.”
You felt your cheeks growing warmer with his hand on you. “Fine,” you said, bringing to can up to your lips again. “Go.”
Jake’s feline grin disappeared as he started to chug along with you. From your peripheral and then turning a couple degrees closer, you watched him as you struggled to swallow all of the carbonated, cheap beer and foam from your own can. You watched his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed; watched his hair fall back behind his shoulders as he tilted his head back more and more; how his eyes eventually shut as you presumed he got the last drops.
He did finish first--of course--and triumphantly tossed the can to the side with a metallic clink against his ring. You were finally nearing the end and coughed a little, your cheeks even warmer, your eyes watering a little from the bubbles.
Jake laughed as he watched you get the last of it. “You’re cute.”
You were glad the beer was all gone and swallowed or else you would have spat it out. Your heart thumped once, audibly in your ears, and you slowly lowered the can away from your lips, setting it next to you. Maybe you hadn’t heard him right. After all, you had been preoccupied with chugging a can of beer like a lawless frat boy, and maybe your mind just played a trick on you. Still, you needed to know, and Jake was still looking at you, his bottom lip shining with lingering beer.
Your cheeks were on fire then. Your whole body was. “What’d you say?”
Jake looked embarrassed then too, which was a rare experience. “Oh--uh, well you almost won. It only took you a few more seconds.”
You mustered up some courage, though your whole body was trembling. “Jake--you said I was cute.”
He looked shocked that you restated it, staring back at you with wide eyes for what felt like forever until he laughed a little. You snagged the blanket and ducked underneath it, sitting up still so you felt you must have looked like the most idiotic ghost.
“Y/N, why are you under the blanket?” Jake asked, laughing audibly then.
“I’m blushing, Jake,” you announced, though being under there only made you feel hotter. Your heart felt like it was going to jump right out of you. “I’m blushing.”
“You’re hiding under the blanket because you’re blushing?”
You tore it away from you, your hair a mess around your head. “Jake--” you started to say, but didn’t know what to follow it with.
“Come here,” Jake said with a sigh and moved closer to you, fixing your hair. The soft, nonchalant touches made you feel so unsteady, and you couldn’t look at him. You looked down at the crumpled blanket in your lap, fiddling with the fabric, until you felt his hands gently clasping the sides of your face.
He didn’t hesitate, didn’t wait to see your reaction. He kissed you, softly and full of intent, like the action was enough validation of both of your feelings without either one of you having to say it out loud. You gave in and held his face in your hands too, his hair running over your fingers, and parted your lips.
The two of you stayed kissing for, what seemed like anyway, a couple minutes, just softly and lovingly caressing the other’s mouth and lightly gliding your tongues over one another’s. He was your Jake--you loved him, and you knew he loved you too. It was just unbelievable to know how much he loved you then.
He rested his forehead against yours when you finally both paused for air, his breathing intensified slightly. “You’re a really good kisser.”
You smiled and bit your bottom lip. “You are too, Jake. Although I shouldn’t be surprised.”
He rolled his eyes and smirked, then released his hold on your cheeks, running his hands down your arms. “You’re really special to me, Y/N.”
The crush inside you completely exploded then, exploded into a massive burst of stars inside you, and you smiled, feeling yourself blush again. “You’re the most special person to me, you know?”
Jake smiled back at you. “Now I know for sure. Can we keep making out?”
You sighed and glanced back up at the sky and rolled your eyes. Still, when you looked back at him, you smiled too, and you leaned in and pressed your lips to his, the flare of his cheeks matching yours.
