waited a long time - a jake kiszka fic

nine

- "god, would you two cut it out?"

josh yells from deeper inside the bus, fake gagging at yours and jake's latest display of affection. your arms were around his neck and you had just pulled away from a sweet kiss.

"fuck off josh." jake mumbled, pulling you back into him so your noses touched. you laughed and gave him a quick peck before pulling away entirely.

today was your last official day with the guys, and your heart wrenched at the thought of leaving jake now you had reconciled. all you wanted to do was be with him, touch him, eat with him, sleep together- you wanted as much jake as humanly possible and now you had to leave. you couldn't lie, you had shed some tears in private over the fact.

you were only leaving because your manager had called and told you if you took any longer off you would lose your job ("hey, problem solved! you can stay here with me!" you give jake a soft smack to shut him up) so you were doing the right thing and going home.

your flight wasn't til 10 pm but you still had to leave relatively early, and you were anxiously watching the clock count down the hours. jake picked up on your nerves when you both woke up and pressed a kiss into your hair as he got out of the bunk, telling you it was going to be okay and your last day together was going to be great.

you knew it would be, but the overwhelming pressure of sadness made your chest feel tight. making everyone cups of coffee gave you something to occupy your mind with, almost enjoying the stress of remembering which mug was who's and trying to fend off a tired and grumpy josh from drinking the whole pot by himself.

jake returned from getting himself ready for the day, giving your cheek a kiss and gaining even more groans from sam and danny at the sofa. he pulled you with him as he flopped onto the other sofa, pulling your legs over his lap and absentmindedly tapping a tune into your skin.

you would miss this- moments of quiet with him. of course, you loved the passionate sex and all the intense feelings you had for him, but there was something so calming in the simplicity of enjoying your morning coffee with him.

you did long for the sex, though. staying on for a week and a half longer than you expected, being around jake and being unable to fuck him since confessing your love to each other was torture. the closest you had gotten was a quick blowjob in the tiny bathroom, but you needed to get off. he knew this, and actually expressed sympathy for you- although you think it set off something in his dominant side to know you're so horny and desperate for him.

you really hoped that on your final night the others would use their brains and leave the bus to just you two, but as the evening moved into nighttime, you knew there was no chance of them leaving. you huffed all night, unable to enjoy any of the festivities laid out and ended up going to bed early despite everyone's protest.

the time for you to leave came all too soon, and you tried your best to keep the tears in when you realised jake wouldn't even be able to take you to the airport, but you ended up sobbing into his chest about how unfair it was. he simply held you to him, humming with sympathetic noises and stroking your hair: he helped you calm down but still, there was nothing either of you could do to make it a better situation.

you mused out loud as you sniffled into his chest that that had been the first time he ever saw you cry, and you felt a little embarrassed before he kissed the tip of your nose affectionately and reminded you of the time in high school where you had been dumped and went to the only house you felt safe- the kiszka's. the only people there was jake and ronnie, and they comforted you with kind words and distracted you with a movie; to which you fell asleep smushed in between the both of them on the sofa, feeling safe.