Jake Webber X Johnnie Guilbert |•One Shots•|

Blacked Out Drunk

3rd person pov:
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"Dude, ima be so hunover!"
Johnnie giggled, slurring his words. He looked at Jake, his eyes were half closed as he proudly smiled.

"I know dude! Holy shit."
Jake stared at Johnnie for a moment before realizing, he quickly turned his head back towards the bartender, ordering another shot for him and Johnnie.

"No dude! No more! No more drinks!"

"Whyy?"
Jake replied whining.

"Because! Im either gonna vomit or have diarrhea if I keep drinkin!"

"Who cares? Come on, drink up!"
He gave Johnnie the shot.
"And I already paid for it so you gotta take it."

Johnnie let out a groan and downed his drink. He made a disgusted look as he set the shot glass down on the counter. Jake laughed at him before downing his too, also making the same face.

"You're so funny Jake."
Johnnie giggled, lightly pushing Jake's shoulder.

"Was that sarcasm?"
Jake asked with a smirk.

"Maybe it was, maybe it wasn't. I don't know."

"You're such an idiot."
The taller said as he rolled his eyes at the small emo.

"Whatever. You're a, a- uhh.. a dumbass!"
Johnnie pointed at Jake with a proud smile. Jake rolled his eyes again and softly hit Johnnie on the shoulder.

"Why do you keep looking at me like that? It's making me kind of nervous. You eye fuckin me or some shit?" Johnnie laughed as he pointed out the way Jake was staring at him during their conversation.

"Maybe I am, maybe im not."
Jake replied in a slight seductive tone. He continued to stare at Johnnie with a smile as he slowly crept his hands over to Johnnie's waist.
"God, you look so damn beautiful, Johnnie. I could stare at you for hours every day. I never want to take my eyes off your gorgeous blue eyes."

"Really?" Johnnie shyly replied, wrapping his arms around Jake's shoulders.

"Really." He whispered back. They both slowly leaned towards each before stopping, leaving their lips inches apart from each other's.

"Is that why you're always starin at me, when we're home? Especially when im not wearing a shirt." They could feel each other's warm, alcoholic breath as they talked.

Jake gave Johnnie a sly smirk and whispered, "Can you blame me though? Anyone would do the same thing if they were me. And don't even get me started about when you're not wearing a shirt."

"What do you like about it?" Johnnie hummed.

"Just the way you show off all your tattoos, and your nipple piercings. And your slutty waist, god, your slutty waist. I just want to wrap my arms around you every time I see you like that. Everything about you is just so fucking perfect, Johnnie. You're all I need."

Their lips connected within seconds. They made out for a while, ignoring everyone presence, as if they were both alone in a room, with no one around to annoy them.

"Should we go home?" Johnnie asked, separating their lips from each other's after making out for a while. "Sure" Jake replied, out of breath.

Jake called the uber and a couple minutes passed before the uber had finally arrived to pick them up. They got in the back seat of the car, both sitting separately from each other, not wanting to make the driver uncomfortable by them making out in the back or getting touchy with each other.