"New Mitch" Berome (JeromeXBrice) Oneshot
First of all I want to apologize because this is not the smut fic I wanted to it be. I am just not in the mood to write smut, however I still think this turned out okay. :)
This fic came about because some members of the fandom got confused and thought that a picture of Brice was actually Mitch.
I hope you enjoy.
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The pen slowly glided along the surface of the tablet, drawing out the figure on the computer screen. Brice moved his hand, slowing bringing the pen around to complete the sketch. On the screen, the line formed and when Brice lifted his hand, a sketch of Mitch's Minecraft skin was visible on the screen.
All was quiet in the house since the other members, except for Jerome who was currently sleeping upstairs, had gone out on the town. Brice had taken the opportunity to get some work done. He leaned back, stretching his arms over his head, enjoying the hot air from the heater as it brushed over his bare skin.
He had picked back up his tablet pen and was drawing the outline of his drawing when Jerome came down the stairs.
"Good nap?" Brice asked casually, not talking his eyes off of his work as Jerome passed him on his way to the kitchen.
"I'd say it was pretty powerful," Jerome answered from the kitchen.
Brice chuckled, shaking his head as he continued to work on his Mitch drawing. Jerome returned minutes later with a mug filled with coffee. He walked over to Brice, careful to cradle his coffee tightly because he knew how the artist felt about liquids close to his tablet.
"So whatcha working on?" Jerome asked peaking curiously at the screen.
"New thumbnail for Hunger Games episode 300" Brice answered as he continued to work, starting to add the base colors to the drawing, "I figured I'd go ahead and start on it."
"Mmm," Jerome hummed out as he took a drink of his coffee, "Well I'm sure Mitch would be very happy about that," he paused and looked around, "By the way do you know where Mitch is? When I woke up he was gone."
Brice hide his smile. It was no secret that Mitch and Jerome often slept together, sneaking into each others rooms when they thought that everyone in the house was asleep. "He went out with the others," Brice explained, "I think they were going to party or something."
"Oh great," Jerome sighed, sounding a bit more sarcastic that he meant too.
Brice turned to glance at him, raising an eyebrow in a silent question. Jerome blushed a bit and looked away.
"So do you know when they're coming back?" Jerome asked, trying to sound casual but really failing to do so.
"They didn't say," Brice turned back to the computer, hiding his smirk. He heard Jerome let out a soft groan at his answer. He picked up his tablet pen and started to add the final colors to the drawing. He was nearly done with it when arms suddenly wrapped around him, causing him to drop his pen.
"Jerome, what are you- ah" Brice tried to yell but broke off as hot breath fanned across his neck, sending involuntary shudders through his body.
"You know," Jerome growled into his ear, "you and Mitch aren't all that different. You both are pretty ripped although I will admit you are more so. That tan skin of yours is also very inciting at the moment, not gonna lie."
"Jerome, what the hell?" Brice interrupted, his blue eyes wide with surprise.
"Well... " Jerome murmured into Brice's ear, tightening his arms around the other, "I could try to explain but I don't think I will. All I'm gonna ask is, just for right now, would you like to be the new Mitch?"
Brice stood then, tearing himself away from Jerome and backing up. “What did you just say?” He choked out in surprise.
"You heard me," Jerome smirked, stalking toward Brice.
He backed the Australian up against the wall and pinned him there.
"Jerome I don’t really think you should be doing-" Brice tried to explain but he was cut off when Jerome’s lips sealed over his in a rough kiss.
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The two slumped against the wall, stilling panting from the afterglow of the rough sex they had just had. Jerome had a satisfied smile on his face as he rested his forehead against the wall. Brice was trying to even out his breathing.
"So how did you like being the new Mitch?" Jerome asked, tilting his head to look at Brice's face.
"Better question, how in the world does the original Mitch handle you?" the Australian countered, his bright blue eyes opening slightly to gaze at Jerome.
A chuckle escaped Jerome's lips as he pulled back.
Suddenly head lights flashed in the windows of the house and the sound of a vehicle pulling into the drive was heard. Both Brice and Jerome froze. The guys were back!
"Bathroom!" Jerome hissed urgently.
He and Brice raced up the stairs and sealed themselves in two of the bathrooms in the house. Unfortunately in their haste, they forgot about their clothes, which were still strewn across the room.
Jerome and Brice both realized their forgotten clothing right about the same time as when they heard a very loud and very angry yell from one Mitchell Hughes from downstairs.
"JEROME!!!!!!"
Needless to say, Jerome was in very deep trouble and so was Brice.