Losers (Jake X Johnnie) / DISCONTINUED

Streaming

There Johnnie is, sitting on stream. He's reading the chat, talking to his viewers.

That was until Jake burst into his room drunk as fuck, Johnnie pauses the stream, muting as well as he walks up to Jake.

"So... You got drunk. Again."

Jake flops down on Johnnie's bed, grumbling in response.

"Look, this isn't a healthy way to cope. I know it's hard without Tara-"

Jake sits up and grunts, signaling for Johnnie to shut up.

Johnnie takes the hint and raises his hands in defeat, chuckling a bit.

"I'm just... Worried about you... Okay?"

Johnnie crawls next to him on the bed, sitting there. Next to Jake. On his bed.

Yeah Johnnie is a bit flushed, but not as flushed as Jake. (Mostly from being drunk, but he's a little aware of what Johnnies doing.)

Jake starts to mumble a bit, his sentences only the slightest bit coherent.

"Johnnie... I'm just so lonely... Like, without her.. I know we broke up on good terms and we're still friend but.."

Jake hiccups and put his head on Johnnie's shoulder. Johnnie rubs Jake's back, sighing. He's perfect. Even while he's blackout drunk.

"Yo, I'm live. Let me go end the stream real quick."

Jake grumbles as Johnnie walks to his computer. He sits in front of the Webcam, unmuting and unpausing the stream.

He smiles at the screen, "Yeah, Guys it's been a great stream, but Jake's home and he wants to sleep. So I'm gonna end it here. Love you all, bye!"

He sighs and walks back over to his bed, Jake was now slumped over the edge of the bed.

"Joohnnnniiiieeee..."

Jake grumbles while Johnnie sits down next to him.

"Jaaaaaake, what's up?"

Jake wraps his arms around Johnnie's waist, resting his head on his shoulder once again. Tiny shivers ride down Johnnie's spine as he feels Jake's breath slowly caress the sensitive skin on his neck.

Johnnie knows its wrong to feel this way for Jake, and he knows it's wrong to lie to his viewers like this. Johnnie's sexuality has always been played off as straight, but it was more. It was a labyrinth of what worked for him. Johnnie bases someones attraction not on gender but more like there personality or their beaming smile. He wanted someone to truly love him back like he loves them.

Especially Jake.

Jake is his world, his rock. He loves Jake, there hasn't been a single moment that passed where he hasn't loved him.

But Jake was quite the opposite, or so he thought.

In actuality, for Jake these feeling were mutual for Johnnie, but extremely amplified. Jake has always experienced these emotions so extreme and intensified, sometimes it physically hurts to look at Johnnie's beautiful smile. His muscle tenses and his jaw clenches at just the thought of being with Johnnie. But Jake has always thought Johnnie was pin straight, because why he's always said he's straight.

He's never ever had these feelings for another man. At least not as intense and present as these.

"I feel so Lonely Johnnie..."

Jake says, slipping out of his drunk as he holds Johnnie tighter.

"Well, you have... Me.. An-"

Jake smiles, "That's all I need to be happy then. Just promise you'll stay with me?"

Jesus Jake is so cheesy when he's tipsy.

Johnnie starts to play with Jake's hair, sighing, "Of course."

Jake pulls Johnnie down into the bed, burrowing his face farther into his neck. Jake sighs slowly into the crook of Johnnie's neck, making Johnnie tense completely.

It was obvious Jake was completely asleep already while Johnnie just stares at the ceiling. His heart is pounding out of his chest. He just wants to turn to Jake and kiss him. Snog his pretty face off, with his pretty smile, his stupid dimples, and his dumb little smile lines. He wants to kiss him for hours until he can't breathe, until his lips are blue. He wants to hold his waist and place his thumbs on the star tatoos placed on his V-line an bite the bottom of his lip, begging him to allow his tongue into his mouth.

Johnnie wished that he wasn't blackout drunk when him and Jake kissed. He wants to taste him and know what he's doing, be aware of his action. And remember how soft Jake's lips are.

Though no amount of daydreaming can save Johnnie from eventually falling asleep next to Jake. The last thing he heard before drifting off was Jake's tiny (And undeniably adorable) snores.

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It's now 12:43PM. And Johnnie is just now waking up.

He groans and rubs his eyes, not noticing the pressure on his chest. He looks down and sees a sleepy Jake stretching on top of him. It's honestly cute how much Jake reminds Johnnie of a cat.

Jake opens his eyes and looks up to Johnnie, sighing, "Jooohnnnniiieeee..." He groans out while rubbing his head.

"Hmm?" Johnnie responds, hoping Jake doesn't realize that he's cuddling closely to his male best friend, after sleeping with him.. NOT in a sexual way, you weirdo.

"Do you have Tylenol? Hangoveeerrr..."

Johnnie reaches to his bedside grabbing a bottle of Tylenol he kept in there incase he had a hang over. (Or anyone really.)

He hands two pills to Jake, who takes them and dry swallows them. He sighs and closes his eyes again.

"I love you Johnnie..."

Johnnie freezes, did he just..?

He starts to panic internally, thousands of questions storming his head. He means that in a friend way.. Yeah?

"Jake..?"

Silence.

"Jake."

Those stupid little snores.

He fucking fell back to sleep.

While Johnnie is sitting here having a gay panic.

Did Jake mean to say that? No. Was it because he was half asleep? Yes. Does that make it any less true? No. Absolutely not.

Johnnie grabs his phone out, hopping onto Instagram in an attempt to ignore the fact that Jake is currently sleeping on his chest.

Though instinctively Johnnie tangles his fingers into Jake's hair, playing with it as he watches Jake sleep with a tiny smile.

God please make this a mutual thing. Please don't make this a huge miscommunication.

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How's our first chapter omll :3