Walter and Jesse laid in Jesse's bed, tangled in sheets. Walter turned to look at Jesse, who was currently in an entirely different universe at the moment.
"You okay, Pinkman?" Walter turned Jesse's head to face him. "Mhm, I'm fine Mista White.." Jesse murmured, burying his face in the pillow below his head with a blissful sigh. Walter chuckled before withdrawing his hand and turning on his side to face Jesse fully.
He began gently caressing the surgery scars under Jesse's smooth chest, pressing soft kisses on them. Jesse sighed once more in return, shifting in the bed.
"You wanna cook later?" Walter asked, rubbing circles into Jesse's waist. "We talkin' breakfast or meth? If it's the latter, then I'll pass." He said, swatting Walter's hand away.
"Huh? Why?" Walter's eyebrows furrowed a bit.
Jesse hummed a bit, thinking. "Well, I'm just..not really into the whole meth business anymore. Why risk my life dealing meth on the streets when I can just stay in your arms all day long?" He finally said, throwing a leg over Walter's hip.
Walter stiffened for a moment before wrapping his arms around Jesse tightly, pressing kisses on Jesse's forehead.
"Well, in that case, I'll be in the kitchen."
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Walter White x Jesse Pinkman || Jesse! We need to fuck!
RomanceI promise this was a joke fic guys
