Ransom/Jack
“Babe, what’s wrong?”
Ransom rolled over, noticing the tension in Jack’s shoulders even as he pretended to sleep.
Jack sighed and turned onto his back, staring up at the ceiling. “Do you think he hates me?”
For a long minute, Ransom thought Jack was referring to the Penns player whose nose Jack had broken in his last game. Then he realized Jack’s obvious meaning. “You know Bitty isn’t capable of hating anyone.”
“I broke up with him because of the stress it was causing us both and now I’m dating you, not a year later.” The anxiety made Jack’s voice shaky, soft. Ransom draped an arm over his boyfriend’s waist, pulling him close. “Tell me that’s not a dick move.”
“On paper, it sounds a little like a dick move,” Ransom conceded. “But, babe, your reasons were legit. And, like, I possibly saw Bits making out with Holster at the last kegster, so it’s not like he’s pining or anything.”
When this didn’t make Jack laugh, Ransom sighed softly and shoved at Jack’s side until he flipped onto his stomach. Before Jack could protest, Ransom straddled his back, using that fine ass as a seat as he dug his fingers into the knots in Jack’s shoulders.
“Babe, you’re not a dick,” he said, smirking as Jack melted into his touch. “Break-ups are messy and awkward, but Bits still loves you--and me--and, like, things are different now than they were then. I live closer. You’re not a rookie anymore. I’m not afraid to come out to my family. You’re not afraid to come out to your team. And, like, who better to understand your anxious ass than my anxious ass?”
Jack snorted, and Ransom took that as a win, letting Jack turn over so that Ransom was now straddling his waist. “I don’t understand how you’re so good at this when you’re so bad at this.”
“What can I say?” Ransom leaned down to kiss Jack, bumping their noses together intentionally to make Jack laugh again. “I’m fluent in English, French, and Zimmermann.”
“My trilingual hero,” Jack deadpanned, manhandling Ransom into being the little spoon. Ransom leaned back against his chest, feeling warmth spread through his body as Jack twined them together. “Thank you,” he murmured, nuzzling his face against Ransom’s neck.
“De rien,” Ransom said, letting his eyes fall closed, his big, anxious, wonderful boyfriend wrapped around him.
