Jake x Quentin DBD

Nap

Quentin's eyes drifted slowly down as his hands worked effortlessly inside the large, rectangular engine propped up on wheels. Metal clunked around inside, ticking and banging as his fingers reconnected parts like clockwork. This was something he'd done many times before, and it seemed like he would be doing it for a lot longer.

Ever since he walked into the thick fog, life was never the same. An endless horror story, adrenaline coursing through his veins as he was hunted from the shadows, all sorts of disgusting and brutal monsters persisting through various terrains to flay him and others in a never ending loop. Butchered time after time by these ruthless killers, he was cursed to always awaken from the bed of death's sweet embrace.

Death is not an escape.

Over time, Quentin grew to understand his place here. Though repetitive work, he found that repairing the engine generators would power up an escape route. All he had to do was not be caught. Easier said than done.

Quentin nodded off gently as his hands tweaked with the loose screws around the sides of the generators, eyelids growing heavy as he drifted in his work.

Suddenly he jerked awake, slapping at his face gently to wear off his drowsiness.

"We've been through this before, you aren't safe from him here." He muttered to himself, sniffing gently as he focused in on the generator again. Even in this place, Quentin could find no safe haven from the nightmare that haunted his dreams. In fact, he was almost certain that Freddy Krueger dwelled within The Fog with him, waiting for his chance to strike Quentin down once and for all.

Moments passed as Quentin carried on with his work, the generator emitting a decent amount of noise as the repairs took effect. A twig snapped in the direction behind him, his hands froze. Holding his breath, Quentin crouched and slipped behind the generator, eyes darting around for an escape path should he need it. Leaves rustled as the threat approached, footsteps heavy in the dirt and breathing ragged.

"Is someone here?" A soft voice called out, shaky with anticipation.

Quentin peaked his head slowly around the side of the generator, not wishing to be revealed in the event of a faux cry for help. He caught sight of the tan cargo pants and worn in work boots, scanning the all-too-familiar dark green hoodie and scruff of black hair shrouding Jake's face.

"Jake, over here" Quentin spoke lowly, his voice barely breaking over the generator whirring.

"Quentin is that you? Oh thank fuck, you wouldn't believe the shit fight the others are going through right now I barely made it out with a few scratches" Jake was panting, his face flushed a deep red as his chest heaved, ears pounding with blood rush.

"I'm glad you're okay, do you know where the others are right now? How long have you been running you look exhausted" Quentin stood up, treading lightly over to Jake so they wouldn't have to talk over the generator.

Jake smirked, a glossy sheen masked over his face in the dim light of the moon, "You're one to talk, have you even slept since being here?" he joked, huffing deeply as he wiped his brow with the back of his sleeve.

Though he was joking, Quentin was seriously considering the idea that perhaps he hadn't slept since being here. It'd been so long, the exhaustion rattled through his bones like brittle ice, unable to ever escape the feeling of sleep deprivation via death he remained awake indefinitely to protect himself. His eyes teared up quickly, slipping down his cold cheeks as he came to such a depressing realization.

Jake's smile quickly dropped, his brow furrowed as a look of concern splashed across his eyes. He didn't know the reality of Quentin's situation, and definitely didn't intend to upset him. Immediately Jake took a step towards him, bringing his arms around Quentin's waist and holding him tight to his chest.

It didn't occur to either of them how disproportionately tall Jake was compared to Quentin, nor did it bother either of them until Quentin was listening to the steady beating of Jake's heart now that he had recovered. Jake took a deep breath, the smell of sandalwood and a rich smoky flavor hinted with sea salt filling his nose as he pressed it into the top of Quentin's head, burying it into his hair.

They stood still like this for what seemed an eternity, neither wanting to separate but feeling too awkward to stay that way, Quentin shifted gently out of Jake's hold, his face burning brightly with embarrassment, part of him begging silently to return back to Jake's arms.

"I'm really sorry Q... I didn't mean it like that I hope I didn't upset you" Jake sighed as he stared at Quentin, watching as he wiped his eyes with his palm.

"No I know, it's okay I'm not upset it's just like dirt or something I'm all good" Quentin peaked him a small smile, turning around to face the generator, "we should really work on this though I think we can get it up and running in a few min-" He cut himself off as he felt Jake's arms wrap around his waist, pulling him back as Jake held him firmly into his body, one hand traveling up to plant itself in the middle of his torso to keep him from moving.

Jake rested his head against Quentin's shoulder, taking another deep breath as he relaxed. Quentin's face burned, his heart fluttering against his rib cage as he tried to settle himself, Jake's palm pulsating against his chest as his breathing grew flustered. He knew Jake could feel it, how excited he was to be held by him. He smiled into Quentin's back, a wave of relief washed over him as he saw his feelings being reciprocated silently.

"You need to rest, Quentin" Jake lifted his head to speak gently in his ear.

Quentin's words caught in his throat as he felt Jake's hot breath against his skin, "I can't... I'm scared of him" his eyes clenched shut as the thoughts flashed through his mind, rippled skin and metal fingers danced around the sounds of echoing laughter as his body shook involuntarily.

Jake didn't understand, but he knew Quentin was deeply afraid of whatever cursed his dreams. He whispered calmly into Quentin's ear, ushering him back into reality as he stroked a finger softly across his chest.

"Lay down, it's okay" Jake pressured his shoulders gently to nudge Quentin to the ground, he was determined to have this man resting peacefully. His eyes seemed so drained, his movement always dragged and slow, it felt almost like the only thing keeping him from death was pure fear. Jake continued to whisper reassuring things to him as he coaxed Quentin to lay down, propping himself behind him as a safety measure.

Quentin let his head rest on the grass as Jake played with his hair lazily, one hand gripping strongly around his stomach as a display of protection. Jake leaned his head down and pressed his lips against his temple, hand rubbing gently on Quentin's stomach as he whispered,

"Sleep now, we can do the gen later"

"You promise?" Quentin mumbled almost incoherently as the mists of the sleep world encompassed his mind.

Jake smiled, his lips tickling the top of Quentin's ear,

"I promise"