Angels Like Anal, or At Least Geoff Does

Jawn And Awsten Are Having Sex, Platonically

Jawn's long red hair fell, framing his face in a way that never failed turn Awsten on, as he loomed over Awsten.

"My god, you're so hot."

Sure, this comment from the other left Awsten shaking, but being the person he was, Awsten wasn't going to admit that.

"I know," He replied, deciding to stick to his usual diva demeanor, "but prove it."

Jawn paused, his face contorting into a frown. Awsten knew what was coming.

"W-what?" Jawn spluttered out, "Prove that you're hot?"

Awsten shoved the other lightly, encouraging Jawn to get off him and let him go. Once he did, Awsten sat up and shoved his head into his hands, "Fucking hell, Jawn. You ruined the mood, again."

Jawn began shaking his hands in a sort of distress, "You don't make any sense!"

"It's sex talk," Awsten explained looking back up, gesturing tiredly to emphasize his point, "It's not meant to make sense, have you even watched porn?"

"You never said that," Jawn ducked his head, blush blooming from his neck upwards, "I'm an English major, I like grammar. Can't our dirty talk reflect that?"

"Ew," Awsten scrunched his nose up in disgust, "Don't call it that."

Jawn was quiet. Hands in fists, repeating a hitting motion on the bed. Awsten felt bad.

"Hey, man, I'm sorry," Awsten sighed, reaching out for one of his friend's hands, "We can be sexy in a grammatically correct way."

Jawn squeezed his hand and looked up at him, in his eyes which was a good sign.

"Can I kiss you?" Awsten asked.

Jawn nodded and Awsten took the opportunity to fling himself into Jawn's lap and hastily made out with him.
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Awsten lazily chewed on a spoonful of lucky charms as he waited for his family to return from church or Jawn to finally wake up. He hoped the latter would occur first because he was wearing Jawn's shirt and it was mandatory to be flirty when you realised the person you just fucked was wearing your clothes.

Alas, the front door opened.

"It would be nice to get a 'honey, I'm home', every once in a while," He announced, glancing to make sure it really was who he thought it was.

Gracie sneered at him playfully, "Honey is beloved by many, you're just beloved my mom."

Awsten raised a brow, "Nice to know she finally told you I'm the favourite child. You're taking the news well."

"Aha," Gracie spat, then dropping the banter fueled anger façade, her face softening, "What are you eating?"

"Lucky charms," Awsten swirled his spoon through the bowl.

Maybe it was better Gracie had arrived first because he knew for a fact that if Jawn caught him eating cereal with a normal spoon rather than a teaspoon he was sure to get at least on dirty look.

"Are there any left?" She plopped her bag on the island next to him and wandered to the pantry.

"No," He confessed, smirking a little.

She shot him a glare, her head then tilting slightly to the side.

"Is Jawn here?" Gracie asked, proceeding to heave herself up onto one of the benches, "You're wearing his shirt."

"This could be a new shirt," Awsten defended, "You're just assuming-"

"One," Gracie rolled her eyes at her brother's quick response, "It has holes in it. Two-"