Jarlo fanfic

"How........are you still smiling?......"

Here ya go! Love you all! Thanks for reading! Sorry btw I got writers block!

John's POV:

John stared at Arlo. Arlo had just told him about his childhood in what must've been a short way, and he was still smiling.

"How.........are you still smiling?......" John asked. John saw Arlo's smile grow wider and if it wasn't for what they were discussing he would've actually believed that he was happy. 'He must have a lot of experience with fake smiles.......' John thought sadly.

The realisation hit him like a freight train.

'How many times has he faked a smile in front of me?......'

"If I don't smile then I'll cry. If I cry then you'll think I'm weak. So I smile. I know how to make it believable too. Years of training does that to you." Arlo said, winking and catching John off guard. John was so lost in his thoughts that he forgot he had asked Arlo a question.

"I won't think you're weak, you dumb ass. You're not weak. You've just been strong for too long." John said and Arlo's smile became strained. Too strained.

"Arlo, it's ok. It's me John. You can stop putting up fake smiles. Please, Arlo. Please." John asked. Arlo stayed smiling but his eyes betrayed him. "Arlo."

Arlo stopped smiling and buried his head in his hands. Arlo cried into his hands and John could hear soft sobs coming from the blonde. It was a show of trust. John knew that. Arlo was openly crying in front of him. It's not like when John scared him shitless because he reminded him of his father. Or when he walked in on him crying.

This was Arlo, smiling one minute, and crying the next. Arlo has never willingly cried in front of anyone. In fact, John didn't think that Arlo had cried in front of anyone but him.

John pulled Arlo close and Arlo cried into his chest. Arlo hugged John tightly as he let out years of bottled up emotions willingly. John teared up at Arlo's childhood but he swallowed it down. He had to be the strong one for Arlo.

John stroked Arlo's hair and Arlo kept crying. "I'm so sorry you had to go through that..... and at such a young age too.......I swear to fucking god I'm going to kill those assholes...." John growled out.

John lifted Arlo's jaw so that Arlo was looking at him. Arlo looked so helpless. He had tears streaming down his face and he was biting his lip to stop any noises from coming out. All John could hear were whimpers and muffled cries.

It was unnatural, John couldn't help but think. Seeing Arlo so open. So readable. Seeing Arlo, the Arlo, the Arlo that was always so cold and distant, so...........vulnerable.

Arlo still had tears streaming down his face but his breathing was slightly calmer than before. Arlo's face was buried in the crook of John's neck. John was still whispering to Arlo and stroking his hair. It wasn't till hours later that Arlo had calmed down.

Arlo moved his head away from John's chest and stopped, head still bowed and face still hidden. "Sorry." Arlo said in a muffled voice.
"It's ok. I'll change my shirt." John said comfortingly.
" 'K." Arlo anwered.

John lifted Arlo's jaw so that he was facing him. John looked at Arlo's eyes and found he was transfixed on him. Arlo himself seemed like he couldn't move his gaze. John moved closer as their lips got closer.

John hesitated. 'Arlo was crying about his childhood and here I am about to ki—' John thought before being cut off. Arlo's lips were on John's. Arlo was moving his lips slowly and passionately. John found he was unable to move any part of his body but his lips.