Jarchie Oneshots

||It doesn't have to mean anything (it really doesn't)||

• This is the second version of Jughead asking Archie to sleep with him because he's a teenager
• asexual Jughead
• sexual content (some touching and handjob)
• Idea came after listening to "Teenage Dream" by Katy Perry (aka friends fuck sometimes)

It was sometime in the night.

Jughead knew that he was at Cheryl's party, at her house, for some reason. That was about everything though. He didn't know what time it was. The sun had set hours ago. After that, everything blurred together.

It might have been the weed too.

He had three joints by now.

The first one was to compensate for the overwhelming surroundings of the party. The music was too loud, the lights too bright, and Cheryl's house always felt like it had opinions about him. The joint had taken the edge off just enough to make the crowd feel distant, like he was watching everything through glass instead of being trapped inside it. The second was for fun. And the third was because Kevin invited him for a free one — and Jughead never denied free things.

So, that's where they were now.

In the shed at the back of the house.

Kevin was stretched over the dirty floor, not seeming to care about his clothes, while Jughead was leaned against the wall, giggling softly to himself with his legs rested in Kevin's lap.

"Do ya know where Archie is?" He mumbled at some point and Kevin chuckled.

"Why? You getting clingy?" Kevin teased, though he sat up slowly "Mhm. I haven't seen him in a while. Do you have your phone on you?"

"Mhm... I guess. I'm not sure. Can you check?" Kevin chuckled before leaning over with a groan. Slowly, carefully, his hand went over Jughead's pockets, trying to figure out where his phone was — and if it was here, after all.

"...Found it" Kevin said eventually, triumph soft and a little slurred as he tugged the phone free from Jughead's jacket pocket. Jughead laughed again, the sound bubbling out of him before he could stop it.

"Hey- Hey, that tickles" He protested weakly, not actually moving away and Kevin rolled his eyes fondly.

"What's your passcode?"

"Archie's birthday"

"Still? Isn't that like every passcode you have?"

"...Maybe"

"You're ridiculous" Kevin mumbled before reaching him the phone, though Jughead just groaned.

"No, the light makes me swishy. I don't want to look at it. You call him"

"Okay, you definitely had too much"

"Maybe" Jughead murmured, already inching closer to Kevin in order to hear the phone call.

The phone rang for a bit before Archie picked up.

"Jug?"

"Hey, Kevin here. I think, Jughead had a bit too much weed"

"Don't say that" Jughead whisper-yelled, face in the crook of Kevin's neck who just chuckled.

"Where is he?"

"With me. We're in the shed in the garden"

"Okay, I'm coming over. Just wait a few moments with him"

"'Course" Kevin ended the call before turning to face Jughead.

"You heard that? He's coming for you" Kevin whispered and Jughead made a noise, somewhere between whine and compliance. Kevin smoothed a hand over Jughead's hair, pushing his beanie back just enough to check his eyes.