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It did not take long for Jazz to reach Sid's unit, but he's doing his best to drag out confessing to his boyfriend by distracting him.
He's not sure if it's working on Sid, though he's sure it's working on him.
Sid's kisses take him on another plane as usual, yet there's nothing usual with what he's feeling right now. He's glad they're not like those people he reads about—it would really, really suck if Sid can scent his emotions right now.
If they were like those alphas and omegas though, he's sure there'd be no need for talks. Knowing his boyfriend, one whiff and he'll know exactly what's driving Jazz nuts right now.
Now, remembering the actual purpose of his visit, he breaks off their lips, and readies himself to do some actual talking.
As if he poured ice cold water on him, Sid was suddenly wakened from his drunk-like state. "God, eto na."
Jazz let out a chuckle. Sid can be really, really cute sometimes. Most times, he just finds him hot. And pretty.
Most times, he wonders how Sid will look like on top of him.
"Okay, sige. I'm ready. If we're not breaking up, tungkol saan ito?"
"I have to tell you something. I don't know why I've been hiding it but—but here we are."
"Okay, wait lang. Before mo sabihin yan, I just want you to know that I love you. I really, really, super do, and I accept you for whatever, always. Okay?"
God. He just loves him a bit more, sometimes. If that was even possible.
"Okay. I love you. I love you."
Jazz took a long, deep breath first, squeezing Sid's hands clutched on his own.
Babe, ano ba 'to? Ready na 'ko magtalk eh, nadidistract—
"I knew it. Hay, I'm sorry, baby, okay po, I'll delete the—"
"No! No—I mean stop that. You're being really funny right now and it's distracting me that you look like that and speaks like that, too. Ang pogi mo masyado."
"Hala s'ya. Nurse, malakas na tama nito."
"Oo, super lakas ng tama ko sa'yo."
"Gago. Ano ba kasi yung sasabihin mo? Nico and Shawn are surely waiting na, nakita mo naman pala yung tweets ko, eh. So what about them?"
"I… I saw the deleted one."
He watched recognition pool into Sid's eyes, the blood quickly pooling on the peak of his cheeks. The younger—maybe out of shock, maybe embarrassment—buried his face on the crook of Jazz's shoulder, his favorite spot, according to him.
"Baby. Sorry. Promise, okay lang talaga if hindi ka pa ready, or kung anuman, I was just being whiny online. Promise, super, super okay lang. I can wait. If it'll ever come."
"Ako dapat yung magsorry eh. I knew you've been ready for so long, pero di ko mabigay sa'yo. I've been thinking about it."
There. There it is. The tone.
Jazz has been waiting for this. It's weird that he finds Sid's about to get mad voice so fucking hot, and right this moment, too, where everything they have seems to be hanging on the balance, but Jazz still does.
He still finds it so, so hot he's glad there's a throw pillow on his lap right now.
"We agreed we'll never, ever do something we don't want to just because gusto ng isa, right? Fuck compromises, we are here for the comfort. I am here to make sure you feel and that you are safe and secure. Please do not push yourself to have sex with me just because I fucked up and whined on Twitter. Come on, baby. I do not want that. And wala akong memes para do'n."
That last one drove laughter out of Jazz, and he's thankful his boyfriend still has the knack to make this situation they're in a light one. He needs that.
"'De kasi, babe, hay, pano ba 'to—"
"It's okay. Take your time."
Sid was facing him now, his face a calm one. Kaso ang pogi, nakakapressure naman, shuta—
"I've been ready, too. Matagal na din."
He waited for Sid to talk again, his hands itching to touch him for some comfort, but Jazz held himself back. He knows how Sid's pretty little head works, and it's best to let him take his time, just as Sid let him take his own.
"So ano palang inaantay natin? We could be fucking right now. You could be fucking me right now. Oh my gods, so tama ba 'ko? Di ko ba deserve masundot mo, ganon?"
Right this moment, only sobbing emojis can explain the way Jazz is feeling.
"Fuck, teka, ang hot nun, paulit, isa pa."
"I cannot fuck you, baby."
"Ay puta, di na hot. Masakit na. Why? May mali ba sa'kin? Di na ba ako hot? Di na ba ko sexy? Di na—"
"Hey—you are. You are all those things and more. Believe me, please."
"Eh bakit—wait. May mali ba sa'yo? Do we need to go to a doctor? Or have you been seeing one? It's fine, baby, we'll get through this toge—"
"No, IcannotfuckyoubecauseIwantyoutofuckmeinstead."
"Say that again, but slowly."
It was Jazz's turn to bury his face on Sid's chest, inhaling tiny bits of him to prevent himself from a potential panic attack. Sid seemingly senses this, because he felt his hand caressing his back slowly.
"Hey. You okay? Can you breathe right now?"
"Are you still comfortable with this conversation? We can take it up another day, just spend the rest of the day cuddling, gusto mo?"
"Hmm. I like the sound of that, but yes, I'm still comfortable with this conversation. Just… gimme a minute. Or five."
They stayed like that on the couch for ten minutes—cross legged in front of each other, with Jazz buried on Sid's WEAR ACTUAL LIFE shirt, the latter just showering Jazz's head with tiny kisses, his hand caressing the older's back.
"I… I cannot fuck you, because I want you to fuck me instead."
"Hmm. How long did you spend worrying over this?"
"Half of our entire relationship?"
"Oh, wow. bakit ka worried, though?
"Kasi… parehas tayong bottom? And I don't know, maybe the fact that you think I was a top and that—"
"Stop. Sa'n mo nakuhang bottom ako?"
"Context clues…? You keep saying sundutin ka… I don't know—I don't know any—"
"Babe, accountancy ka pa naman."
"Why is my degree course suddenly involved?"
Jazz had no business blushing right now, but he did.
"Okay, sige, let's set the record straig—"
"You're being awfully cool about this. Makes me feel bad for worrying that much."
"Do you prefer I make a fuss?"
Jazz just received a reassuring smile from his boyfriend, and if that didn't work, nothing else in the world will.
"Okay, so setting the record straight, you've been putting off having sex with me because you're a bottom while you think I thought you were a top, and that we're both bottoms. Confirm?"
"I confirm. But the way you're phrasing this is making me blush in shame."
"Humor me for longer, love."
He wasn't able to restrain rolling his eyes to which Sid laughed, but he gave him a nod at the end.
"First thing's first—switch ako, mahal. Sige, it's on me, I thought top ka, with that… aura and all—"
"But you could've just told me that you weren't. Or we could've just had sex and let me discover you were. I can't believe you've been worrying your pretty head over this. Not that I'm invalidating your worries, okay."
Sid was hugging him now—he knows Jazz would not want to face him yet, feeling how heavy of a thought the latter had to let go of just now.
"May second thing ba? Sabi mo kasi kanina, first thing muna."
Sid laughed again before responding, his hug a tight relief to Jazz's soul.
"Meron. I'm actually a top, pero past relationships always assumed me to be a bot."
"Wait—kala ko virgin ka pa? Like… me?"
"Oo nga, sex is not the only way to find out, though. Power plays… whatever play…"
"Stooooop—gago. Anyways, I find that if it's someone I love, I don't really mind the positions."
"But I love you. And I mind the positions."
"That's you, and there's nothing wrong with that, the same way this is me, and I know nothing's wrong with that either."
"So… where does this take us?"
"Well, I sure hope this takes us to bed. Dami nating not-so-revelations tapos virgin pa din pagtatapusan natin? Parang maiinis na 'ko."
"Hoy, joke lang ha. Baka mamaya two years mo isipin yan."
"Grabe ka naman sa'kin. Eh di sorry."
They spent the next hours cuddling, as promised, while watching the latest episode of Spy X Family, it being oddly reminiscent of their recent talk—with Loid going as far as disguising himself to rehearse with his friend.
Even after cooking them both a simple dinner, Jazz volunteered to wash the dishes. While doing so, Sid was just clinging to him so casually, making sure not to restrict his boyfriend's movements on the sink.
"Hmm, I feel like may gusto kang sabihin. Out with it."
"Luh. Wag mo ko pakiligin, baka mabasag 'tong glasses."
Putting his head on Jazz's shoulder, on his tallest tiptoes, Sid did his his best to speak on his boyfriend's ear, as gently as possible, as clearly as possible.
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poor attempt at crack, smuttish fluff; bastos ang bibig ng character(s) pero no actual bastos content except momol 😆
TW/CW: implications/mentions of sex, making out, momol, innuendos, profanities
additional tags: non-top🧡 enjoyers, DNI please; non-bot💚 enjoyers, DNI please
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