Jefhalo Oneshots

You Like Me

Jef couldn't resist flashing a smile as he leaned closer to Good's laptop, his fingers gliding gracefully across the keyboard. "There we go," he announced with a voice drenched in playful charm, "This website is so good for solving word problems. It has a whole section for notes and everything!"

Good, however, appeared entirely nonchalant in the face of this academic challenge. He emitted a sigh, closing his laptop. "Thanks, Jef," he acknowledged, "But honestly I'm just not gonna do it." Lacking any concern for the weighty assignment, he leaned back in his chair, as if the entire ordeal were a mere triviality.

Yet, Jef's determination refused to be extinguished. In a swift move, he reopened the laptop, locking eyes with Good as if daring him to resist. "Come on, Good. Don't be like that." he coaxed with an insistent grin, "I can help you. Please?"

Good's frustration with college surfaced as he retorted, "Why? College is bullshit. I'd still fail if I tried anyway," his voice tinged with a hint of anger.

Jef leaned in closer, his hand gently finding its place on Good's shoulder. "That isn't true," he countered, an unwavering determination in his eyes. "What happened to your cockiness? You know you can do this. I know you can do this. You're so smart and talented. I've seen you do way harder things before."

Good's eyes ignited with an unexpected intensity, locking into Jef's gaze. "Why do you care so much?" he questioned, pushing Jef's hand off him.

Taken aback momentarily, Jef leaned away, stumbling over his words. "Uh... because you're my friend?" he stammered, his eyes searching Good's for answers.

The simple answer didn't seem to satisfy Good. He leaned forward, his gaze penetrating, voice lowering to a seductive murmur. "No, Jef. Friends don't care this much."

Jef felt himself flustered, his thoughts racing to keep pace with the sudden intensity of the moment. "What are you trying to say?" he finally managed to utter, confusion and concern lacing his voice.

"You like me," he declared, a mischievous grin lighting up his face.

Jef's cheeks flamed crimson as he grappled with this bold revelation. "Huh?" was all he could muster, his eyes wide with surprise.

"You want me," Good continued, his grin stretching into a knowing smirk.

"Dude! What's your problem!?" Jef exclaimed, his blush deepening as he pushed back against this unexpected turn of events.

Good's laughter filled the room, a playful yet magnetic melody. "Nothing," he replied, still grinning. "Who said I had any problem with it?"

Jef blinked, momentarily lost in thought. "Oh my God, you like me!"

Good's eyes widened in surprise. "What?" he asked, his voice carrying a hint of amusement.

Jef, now with a triumphant smirk, pointed an accusatory finger. "You do!" he affirmed, his voice laced with playful conviction. "It's all so clear now!"

Good, never one to back down from a challenge, mirrored Jef's confident posture by crossing his arms. "No, Jef. You like me," he insisted, his tone a playful yet genuine accusation. "Admit it."

Jef shot back a mischievous grin. "I don't know... do I?" he teased, a glimmer of triumph in his eyes.

Good looked Jef up and down, a sly grin on his lips as he giggled. "What's so funny?" Jef inquired.

Good leaned in closer, the air between them thick with anticipation. "Your eyes, pumpkin." His voice soft and husky. "They never lie. You like me. And if you want to kiss me..." he paused and glanced down at Jef's lips, "I might let you."

The room seemed to thicken as the tension between them grew almost unbearable. In that electrifying moment, it was abundantly clear that the laptop and the website were long forgotten. All that mattered was the intoxicating chemistry, the uncharted territory they were on the verge of exploring, and the thrilling prospect of what might come next in their flirtatious banter of words and desires