J+C: DRABBLES

☆🍓 Hair-Pets☆

[ Carrington is playing with Jake's hair while they watch a movie  and Jake is in denial about liking it but he really does :3 ]

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Jake is laying on the couch, sleepily watching the movie that was on screen. His head slumps onto his roommate's lap, eyes fixated on the screen.

Johnnie went upstairs about ten minutes ago to stream instead, since he hasn't been active for a few days – so now it's just Carrington and Jake alone.

Carrington’s attention slowly shifted from his phone to the sleepy boy on his lap. He smiled, running his fingers through Jake's red hair. “Hey,” he said softly, gently tapping his forehead to get his attention.

Jake's eyes fluttered close for a second, before he opened them again. "Hm?" He hums sleepily. His earthy brown eyes look up at Carrington.

“You’re falling asleep,” Carrington chuckled, continuing to play with his hair. “You should probably go to bed.”

"Nah, nah, I'm good." Jake replied, swatting his roommate's hand away. "Stop that," He denied.

Carrington chuckled again, amused by his stubbornness. “You’re clearly tired,” he pointed out. “And you know I can tell when you’re lying.”

"Whatever," Jake's eyes looked back towards the TV, watching the movie again. Trying to focus on the plot.

Carrington rolled his eyes playfully, not buying his act. He leaned back against the couch, wrapping an arm around Jake’s shoulder and pulling him closer. “Just relax, okay? You’re going to make yourself even more tired by pretending you’re not tired.”

"I'm already relaxed, stop yapping." Jake smiles a bit, eyes glued to the screen with a sleepy expression. His red hair is a mess.

Carrington chuckled once more, admiring his messy hair. “You look like a mess,” he teased, poking his cheek. “But you’re cute, so I’ll let it slide.”

"Hey, that's my song.." Jake trailed off, chuckling as he yawned. "ohhh, shit.." He rubs an eye as he shifts, more comfortably. Head is slumped onto Carrington's lap still, using his thighs as pillows.

Carrington’s expression softened as he watched him yawn. He chuckled again, gently rubbing his shoulder. “Yeah, it’s your song,” he said, a hint of fondness in his voice. “You’re also getting more and more tired by the minute, aren’t you?”

"No, shut up, I'm watching the movie..." Jake sleepily replied. His honey-browns gazing at the screen. He feels Carrington's hand slowly move from his shoulder to his bright red strawberry locks again.

Carrington couldn’t help but smirk. He began to gently run his fingers through his hair again, massaging his scalp. “You’re so cute when you’re sleepy,” he teased, his touch gentle and soothing. “You can barely keep your eyes open."

Jake scoffed softly, "I'm awake, dipshit." He smiled a bit, before he said, "Stop touching my haaaaiiirrrrrrr."

Carrington chuckled again, continuing to play with his hair. “I’m not going to stop. I like your hair,” he said, ruffling it gently. “And I can tell you’re not as awake as you think you are. Just admit it, you’re sleepy.”

"Mmm, fine. maybe I'm tired." Jake kept his sleepy gaze on the movie. This wasn't a surprise, he always falls asleep during movies.

Carrington smirked, feeling a sense of satisfaction that he had gotten him to admit it. “See? Was that so hard?” he teased, his fingers still combing through his hair. “You should go to bed, sleepyhead."

"Stop touching my hair, don't like it.." Jake denies, but it was actually super relaxing and stimulating.

Carrington raised an eyebrow, his smirk growing wider. “You’re lying again,” he said, continuing to run his fingers through his hair. “You’re practically melting under my touch. Don’t try to deny it, I know you like it."

At this point, Jake just simply gave in. He was too tired to deny any longer, he likes the closeness. The comfort. The sensation of his hair being played with. All of it.

Carrington chuckled as he saw him give in, his smirk turning into a satisfied smile. “There you go,” he said, his voice soft and gentle. “Just relax and enjoy it. I’ll keep playing with your hair until you fall asleep."

Jake's eyes slowly closed. Hyper-focused on the feeling. The little sensation of Carrington's fingernails scratching his scalp, how his red strands move from the touch of fingers running through it.

Carrington continued to play with his hair, his touch becoming even more gentle and soothing. He could feel the tension leaving Jake’s body as he relaxed further, his breathing becoming slow and steady. “Good boy,” he whispered, a hint of affection in his voice. “Just let go and sleep."

Jake at this point was so tired, he couldn't focus on anything else but Carrington's voice and the textured feeling of his hair being messed with.

Carrington noticed that Jake was completely lost in the sensation now, his focus solely on him. He spoke softly, his voice a gentle lullaby.

“You’re so cute when you’re like this,” he said, his fingers tracing lazy circles on his scalp. “You’re so tired, but you’re fighting sleep just to stay awake with me. It’s adorable."

Jake lets out a sleepy grunt as he reopened his heavy eyes. Trying so hard to stay awake but they just closed again. He was so tired he couldn't even talk now.

Carrington chuckled at the grunt, finding it endearing. He could see that Jake was struggling to stay awake, but he was determined to make him fall asleep. “Just give in,” he whispered, his voice soothing. “You’re tired, you need sleep. Stop fighting it.”

"Mm..." Jake hummed lowly from his throat as he slowly drifted off into sleep. He just fully fell into slumber.

Carrington watched as Jake finally fell asleep, a small smile on his face. He continued to run his fingers through his hair for a few more moments, enjoying the feeling of his soft hair against his skin.

He gently shifted his body, making sure Jake was comfortable and still resting his head on his lap.

“Sleep well, sleepyhead,” he whispered.

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