Random youtuber ships (BBS, Goons, frog house)

He really likes me (SMII7y x Kryoz)

Kinda angst, bit of fluff, and a hint of smut.

To say John was infatuated with Smitty was an understatement. He hid it perfectly, nobody would ever catch on to such a thing no matter how close they were. John wouldn't say he was jealous, no, no, simply obsessive. Almost every minute of Smitty's day was monitored, now John hadn't set up cameras in his friend's house, he'd never had the chance. Though, Smitty had made plans to visit John and spend a few nights at his house.

That was a week ago, and tomorrow was the day of Smitty's arrival. John had everything set up, his house cleaned, filled with food and snacks, the couch was sure to be extra comfortable, same with the bed...Just in case. Now, all John had to do was go to sleep. Or spend his entire night drawing and painting Smitty in his office. He worked until dawn, until he got a text reminding him he had to go to the airport. Already being dressed, he made his way out of the house and to his car.

It was about an hour-long drive to and from, but when he got Smitty in his car, it only felt like a few minutes before they got back to the house. The entire time they talked about random things, ranging from recent YouTube videos to life updates to random shit they saw online. None of it mattered, they were just enjoying hanging out. It wasn't their first time being together in real life, but it was Smitty's first time and John's house.

For hours and hours, they talked, watched movies, played games, and John showed Smitty random things in the house. It wasn't that interesting. In the later time of the night, they cuddled together on the couch. If you could call it cuddling, John had an arm wrapped around him sure but that was about it. Smitty sat his drink down on the table. "Where's the bathroom?" He asked, he didn't need it just yet, but he figured it wouldn't be bad to refresh a bit.

"Oh, upstairs, second door on the left," John said, watching as Smitty smiled at him before making his way upstairs. John's directions weren't exactly clear, and a little confusing when you looked at how the upstairs was laid out, but Smitty could figure it out. Well, not really. He accidentally went a room too far and walked into a room that looked almost like a closet. He flicked the light on and to his shock, and slight fear, the room was filled entirely with him.

Pictures, paintings, drawings, they covered every wall and then some. It was creepy of course, but it also gave Smitty an odd feeling, a good feeling. There were footsteps creeping up the stairs, but by the time Smitty heard them, John was at the door.

"Wait... what?!" Shocked beyond belief, Smitty stepped back, taking in the room full of himself. His heart pounded against his chest as he glanced between John and the walls surrounding him. Despite the initial fear, there was something oddly intoxicating about seeing such a thing. John couldn't help but laugh a little at Smitty's reaction.

"Don't worry," he said calmly, walking further into the room, John grabbed one of the photos off the wall and held it up for Smitty to see. It was a picture of them together just earlier in the day; John had been taking pictures all day without telling him."I'm an artist," John said simply, walking over to another section of the wall where there were several drawings and paintings of various sizes. Some were good while others looked more like scribbles but they were all depictions of Smitty in one form or another. "And you happen to be my favorite subject," he added with a wink before reaching out to gently run his fingers along one of the larger pieces which featured a very detailed portrait of Smitty with a smirk plastered across his face.

Still reeling from the sight before him, Smitty couldn't find words to express his thoughts. A part of him felt flattered, even aroused, while another part wondered how deep this obsession ran. "Crazy." Was the only thing that fell from his mouth. John chuckled softly at Smitty's response.

"You could say that," he admitted with a shrug, "but isn't it kinda hot?" He moved closer to Smitty, their bodies brushing slightly against each other as he spoke lowly into his ear. The warmth radiating off John's body made Smitty's heart race faster, sending shivers down his spine. He turned his head slightly so their cheeks were touching before whispering again, "You like it." He purred, leaning down to begin sucking hickeys into Smitty's neck.

So much had been revealed to Smitty in such a small amount of time. Any rational person would push John away, run off, and maybe even call the police, but Smitty wasn't rational. He leaned into John, he liked being obsessed over like this, more than he ever thought he would.

"That's right," John whispered hoarsely against Smitty's skin, nipping lightly at him with his teeth. "You belong to me now." He stepped back slightly, giving himself enough space to properly admire his work - the faint red hickeys standing out starkly against Smitty's pale flesh. Grabbing Smitty by the hand, he led him back towards the stairs, stopping once they reached the bottom step. They went back to the couch without a word, sitting back down. "Do you know how beautiful you are?" John said, getting Smitty to giggle.

The whole rest of the night they were all over each other, kisses, cuddling, hickeys, hands all over skin. They didn't speak much more than night, just letting their bodies speak for them, but John had many many plans for his obsession.