I've been talking about Jesse and Rabbot Van Horn for weeks and I finally wrote the fic I've been dreaming of! It unfortunately is mostly Jack x Jesse but if I write a second part like I plan to I will absolutely rectify that! >:]
Shoutout to my beloved mootie @actually-andrew-cody for being my enabler through the whole process!
Say hello to The Same Old Thing by NRBQ & The Whole Wheat Horns!
Summary:
Jesse just barely registers the soft give of Jack's bottom lip against himself; he rears back, bracing a hand on Jack's chest.
"What are you doing?" he hisses.
"It's alright," Jack says easily.
He shakes his head, frantic. "You're with Robby."
"So high-strung." Jack squeezes where he's grasped the back of Jesse's neck. He looks deep into his eyes, the type of stoned where everything is a little funny, trying his damnedest to sound sincere. He coos, "It's alright."
Slowly, Jack brings him back, easing their mouths together again.
Or,
Jesse Van Horn gets high with and jackhammered into the mattress by Jack Abbot while Michael Robinavitch gets to be a very loving pervert about it.
