The Drunken Incident

♡Chapter Four♡

Johnnie falls onto the bed with a thud and laughs as Jake tackles him. He tries to push Jake off, but he's too drunk to put up much of a fight.  "Get off me, you asshole!"

Jake pins Johnnie down on the bed and says. "Nope. I'm not going anywhere until you admit that you love me. Say it, Johnnie. Say that you love me."

Johnnie laughs as he squirms underneath Jake. "We already fucked in this bed! Ain't that much of an i love you?!" He drunkly shouts.

Jake leans in close and whispers into Johnnie's ear. "Say it, Johnnie. I want to hear those three little words. Say that you love me."

"If I say it, would you let me go? so I can sleep?" Johnnie snickers as his intoxicated emo eyes look up at Jake.

Jake rolls his eyes and says. "Fine, you can go to sleep. But only after you say it. Deal?" He replied, slurring.

"Deal." Johnnie whispered as he sat up halfway, whispering into Jake's ear. "I love you."

Jake grins and whispers back. "I love you too, Johnnie. Now get some sleep. We'll talk more in the morning." He kisses Johnnie on the forehead and rolls off the bed, walking over to the other side of the room to turn off the lights.

Johnnie watches Jake's nude self walk to the light switch and flicks it off. He smiled as he watched Jake slip on his boxers and hand Johnnie his.

They both got dressed in their boxers and then Jake pulls Johnnie close and holds him tightly.

their bodies pressed together under the covers. He kisses Johnnie on the forehead again and says. "Goodnight, Johnnie. Sweet dreams."

"Night, Jake." Johnnie mumbled as he fell asleep. His head resting on Jake's chest.
Jake smiles and strokes Johnnie's hair, enjoying the warmth of his body against his own. He soon falls asleep as well, his arms still wrapped around Johnnie.

The next morning,

They are separated from the cuddling, and Johnnie is on his side with his back facing Jake as he sleeps. Jake woke up first.

Jake slowly wakes up and stretches, feeling the soreness in his body from the night before.

He looks over at Johnnie and sees him sleeping, and his eyes widen as he remembers everything that happened.

He sits up in bed and tries to shake Johnnie awake.  "Hey, Johnnie...wake up. We need to talk." His voice sounded sober and groggy.

Johnnie grunts in response. "No, I'm sleeping.." He muttered in his heavy induced sleep, he didn't want to get up. Since it is early in the morning.

Jake nudges Johnnie again, trying to get him to wake up. "Come on, Johnnie. It's important. I need to talk to you about last night."

Johnnie whined in his sleep. Using his tatted hand to try and shove Jake away. "Fuck off, dude." he mutters.

Jake grabs Johnnie's hand and pulls it away from his face, shaking him harder. "Wake up, damn it! I'm not kidding. I need to talk to you. It's about us."

Johnnie grunts, "Okay!" he says, a bit grumpy from being woken up. He tries to sit up, but winces and gasped in pain from the soreness. He placed a hand on his lower back. "Ouch.."

"I'm up, I'm up." Johnnie grunts as he looks up at the punk. He had so many marks on his neck, hickeys and love-bites.

Jake's smile fades and he starts to panic a bit. "Oh, no. Johnnie...what did we do? Did we...?" He looks down at Johnnie's neck again, seeing all the hickeys and love-bites that were clearly not there before. His mind is racing with thoughts and questions.

"What? What's on my neck?" Johnnie asked, clueless about the situation. He rubs his forehead. "And.. how did we get in this hotel room?" He looks around.

Jake's eyes widen as he realizes that Johnnie doesn't remember anything from the night before. He quickly tries to come up with a cover story.

"Uh, we went to a party and got drunk. We must have stumbled into this hotel room by accident.  But we definitely didn't do anything, right?"

"I don't know!" Johnnie exclaimed, now more awake than before. His eyeliner is dried in black streaks since last night he cried in the intensity of the pleasure.

"Jake! How did we get into this hotel room? Seriously! I don't remember!" Johnnie exclaims as he gets outta bed. Hissing in pain as he holds on his lower back from the soreness. "I'm sore too.. wait, why am I in my underwear..?" He looks at himself.

Jake watches as Johnnie gets out of bed and sees him holding his lower back in pain. He gets up and walks over to him, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"Johnnie, listen to me. We need to stay calm and figure this out. We'll figure out how we got here, but first, let's get you some clothes. You can't walk around in your underwear."

"Do you remember?" Johnnie asks Jake, as he walks across the room, seeing his pile of clothes. He quickly gets dressed.

Jake does remember, but feels too embarrassed to say. he was only drunk, but Johnnie was blacked out.

Jake tries to keep his composure as he remembers the events of the night before. He remembers kissing Johnnie passionately, feeling his body pressed against his own. He remembers the intense pleasure and the overwhelming desire to be with Johnnie.

Johnnie noticed Jake was in deep thought. He snaps his fingers, "Dude! I was blacked out! I don't remember shit!"

Jake is startled by Johnnie's sudden snap and turns to look at him. "What? Oh, yeah. I'm sorry, I was just thinking about something..."

"Dude, what the fuck happened last night?!" Johnnie sounded panicky and a bit stressed over the situation. He wishes he could remember, but he can't.

"And what's on my neck? You said there was something on my neck earlier..."

Johnnie trails off as he walks himself to the bathroom. He flicks on the light switch in the hotel room.