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Apology Accepted (Jordan x Prestyn)

"Jordan come on!" Prestyn said chasing him into the kitchen. He was still laughing under his breath. "It was just a prank"

"Well I didn't find it very fucking funny. Now did I." Jordan snapped back as he spun on his heel to face Prestyn. He didn't yell, but his tone still seemed angry.

"Don't be like that. I'm sorry ok. I didn't know a prank would get under your skin like that." Prestyn still laughed as he said it.

"Yeah... I'm sure you are." Jordan said as he turned back around and proceeded to the living room.

Prestyn's shoulders slumped out of annoyance as he continued to chase Jordan. "Dude-! Wait!" As he caught up to his he grabbed his shoulder. "What do you what from me!?"

Jordan turned to look at him again. The worst part was that he didn't even seem angry. He didn't look like he felt much of anything matter-of-fact, but he definitely sounded angry. "I want you to apologize." The words were harsh, leaving no room for disagreement.

Prestyn rolled his eyes. "I'm sorry. Ok? Is That what you want?"

Jordan suddenly grabbed Prestyn's chin forcing him to look him in the eyes. "Like you fucking mean it." He didn't sound angry anymore at least. The words were still commanding though, and hell did that get Prestyn going.

As he felt the blush creep up his neck he tried his best not to stumble on his words. "I- I'm sorry. It was a prank, and it was stupid. Ok?"

Jordan didn't say anything for what felt like hours, but it couldn't have been longer than 5 seconds. He just looked at Prestyn. Finally he let out a low hum as if he was weighing his options.

Suddenly letting go of Prestyn's chin, Jordan turned around and crossed his arms. "I don't forgive you."

Prestyn's shoulders slumped again, this time out of defeat. He couldn't tell If Jordan was seriously hurt by his prank or not. Thing is, at the end of the day they were best friends, and the last thing Prestyn wanted to do was hurt him.

"Jordan- I- I'm sorry..." there was sincerity in the place of laughter this time because he meant it. Prestyn truly meant that he was sorry. "If I knew you would get uncomfortable by it, I wouldn't have done it. Pranks aren't supposed to do that, and I'm sorry."

Jordan didn't even turn around to look at him. "Yeah, and I don't forgive you."

"What could I possibly do for you to forgive me?! I mean I'm practically begging!" Yes, he was still sorry, but now he was more annoyed than anything.

I mean, how could Jordan not see that he was sorry, he's apologized multiple times. Prestyn wanted forgiveness.

No, scratch that.

Prestyn wanted his forgiveness.

Prestyn wanted Jordan's forgiveness.

"Then get on your knees and beg for it." Jordan said as he turned back around. It wasn't said like a joke, rather like he fully meant it.

Stuck between his pride and ego, Prestyn was less than willing. But he got on his knees and brought out his best poor British person accent. "Oh Jordan, could you ever find it in you heart to forgive-"

Jordan squatted down to eye level as he grabbed Prestyn's hair, forcing his head back slightly to make him look him in the eye.

"I said. Like. You Fucking. Mean It"

There was a burning feeling creeping its way up Prestyn's neck again as he looked at Jordan, wide eyed and baffled.

Oh fuck. There is no way I'm hard right now

"I- uhm- I'm sorry" he stuttered out. It didn't sound sincere necessarily, rather it sounded nervous and forced. But to be fair, it was pretty hard for Prestyn to think. Thinking required blood flow, and all his blood flow... was down there...

Jordan just glared at Prestyn. Truth be told he wasn't too upset about the whole prank thing after about 3 minutes, he just wanted an apology. Now? He was just playing around to see how far he could push him.

Letting go of his hair and standing up, Jordan just shrugged again, simply saying "I suppose you're forgiven" as he turned around and walked out of the living room.

Leaving Prestyn kneeling on the ground with a whole new mindset for how he saw the other, and a small- or not so small- problem of his own.
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