Be More Chill Oneshots

richjake - that poor couch ❤️

⚠️smut⚠️
NO SQUIP AU
requested by gay_-_demon
TW: none??
(if there are, please let me know!)

jake's pov:
rich and i were sat on my couch, playing video games as he lay his head on my lap. rich often did this; gave me physical affection like so. it wasn't always just laying his head on my lap, it'd sometimes be sitting on me or if i'm lucky he'd spend the night in my bed.

it had always seemed platonic though. that's the only thing that i can complain about. rich is only my best friend. honestly, i wish we were more. but i guess being his best friend was as good as it could get because he never did this around anyone but me. and that makes me feel good.

rich made a groaning sound when he lost the game to me once again and put his controller down. i grinned at him, letting out a laugh shortly after.

"do you admit your defeat, goranski?" i declared, and he smacked my chest, beginning to sit up and lean his back against my side.
"you're cheating." he accused, and i turned and wrapped my arms around his waist from behind, pulling him into my lap.

his arms snaked around my shoulders as he buried his head in the crook of my neck. my heart quickened, but i fought the feeling, because this was nothing more than close best friends.

"rematch?" i offered, and i felt him shake his head, no. he shuffled around a little, getting comfortable in my lap.
"no, you're a cheater."
"right, right."

silence.

"jake, i'm bored." rich complained, and i roll my eyes, my thumbs rubbing circles into his skin, which i know he likes.
"gee, thanks." i said in a sarcastic manner, and he sat up slightly, pulling away from my neck, which made me feel a little colder.

"no, not like that! just like, i don't know, i'm bored!" he pressed, looking at me with a pout. god, his lips looked so soft, so kissable-

no, shut up man.

"okay, well what do you wanna do?" i murmured, grabbing our controllers and switching them off, followed by the game itself.
"i don't know i'm just fuckin bored!"

we sat there in silence for a moment, before he began tapping my face gently, but annoyingly.
"what?"i groaned, and he shrugged, a devilish grin on his face.

and before i knew it he had pulled me down on top of him, so he was on his back and i was in a press up position hovering over him. he giggled, wrapping his arms around my neck and pressing his forehead against my shoulder.

i slowly lowered myself down so i was lying down on top of him, checking to see if i had murdered him yet.
"you're heavy." i heard from my shoulder, causing me to chuckle but not move.
"your punishment for basically calling me boring." i said, and i felt rich smack the back of my head playfully.

"okay one, i didn't call you boring i said i was bored, two, okay yeah, maybe you could be a little more..daring." rich moved his head from my shoulder, his eyes meeting mine.

this is weirdly sexual-

shut up, man!

"daring, huh? daring how?" i pressed, picking myself up into press up position again, realising i was probably crushing rich. he leaned in close, our noses touching.
"i think you know how."

his lips pressed to mine and oh my god rich goranski is kissing me oh my god oh my god pinch me shit fucking fuck is this actually happening and oh my god is he fucking palming me shit man