Viner BoyxBoy Cute & Smut Imagines

Cheer Up (Jolinksy Cute)

Ship: Jack Johnson x Jack Gilinksy

Johnson comes home to find Gilinksy in a mood, so decides to cheer him up.

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Johnson opened the front door of his house he shared with Gilinsky and stepped into the spacious hallway. He kicked off his shoes and wandered into the living room. It was empty.

  "Gilinsk?" Johnson called.

  No answer.

  "Gilinsk!"

  "What?" Gilinsky shouted grumpily from upstairs.

  Johnson walked to the bottom of the stairs. "Just wondered if you were in."

  "Well, I am." Gilinsky said from his room, still grumpy.

  Johnson rolled his eyes. Great. Gilinsky was in a mood. He was always a nightmare to be around when he was like that, so Johnson left him to it and walked through to the kitchen to get a snack.

  He was pouring orange juice when his phone buzzed. He retrieved it from his pocket and saw a text from their manager wanting the boys to confirm details for their upcoming tour.

  Johnson wanted to reply without involving Gilinsky, but knew he'd never hear the end of it if he did, so he gave a deep sigh and headed back into the hall with his glass of orange juice. Dealing with Gilinsky in his current mood was not going to be fun.

  He walked upstairs and reluctantly along to Gilinsky's room. He hesitantly knocked on his door.

  "What?" Gilinsky demanded from inside.

  "We need to confirm some stuff for tour," Johnson said.

  "For God's sake."

  "I'll do it by myself," Johnson said, hoping Gilinsky would agree.

  "Don't you dare."

  "Can I come in then?"

  "Fine."

  Johnson didn't know what to expect as he opened the door, but found Gilinsky still sitting in bed topless with his laptop on his lap. He already looked done with the situation as Johnson sat on the edge of the bed and put his orange juice on the floor.

  "Don't knock that over," Gilinsky warned.

  "Alright, mom."

  Gilinsky frowned at him. "Just hurry up."

  Johnson looked at the text again. "We need to finalise the set list and confirm we're good with the date swap for New York."

  "The date change is fine," Gilinsky said and Johnson nodded. "And the set list is all fine except for moving Wildlife to the end."

  "I thought we agreed on California?"

  "I prefer Wildlife."

  "So that's it? Whatever you want goes?" Johnson could tell Gilinsky's mood was rubbing off on him.

  Gilinsky rolled his eyes. "I don't have time for you to bitch and moan."

  Johnson's eyes widened. "Me bitch and moan? You're the one that's in a right mood for God knows what reason."

  "Whatever."

  Johnson stared at him. "What's wrong with you?"

  "Nothing."

  "Bullshit. I hate us fighting like this. Have I done something wrong?"

  "No."

  "What then?"

  "I dunno. I just woke up not feeling great, then some people were saying stuff online."

  "You know better than to listen to haters."

  "I know, but sometimes cuts run deep, you know?"

  "I just need to cheer you up."

  Gilinsky rolled his eyes. "How?"

  Johnson spun onto the double bed and crawled towards Gilinsky. "Tickling always makes you laugh."

  Gilinsky was extremely ticklish and Johnson always took great delight in taking advantage of it.

  Gilinsky frowned. "I'm not in the mood."

  "That's the point," Johnson said as he reached him. He slowly extended his hand and gently tickled Gilinsky's exposed stomach, just under his laptop.

  "Jack, stop it," Gilinsky said, while trying not to smile. Johnson smirked and tickled harder while running his fingers up Gilinsky's bare stomach. Gilinsky shifted as he tried to move his body away. Johnson moved his fingers up to Gilinsky's armpit and tickled hard.

  Gilinsky twitched and started to giggle. "Jack, please don't."

  Johnson grinned. It was already working. Gilinsky's laptop slid off him as he twisted away from Johnson's moving fingers. Johnson jumped on top of him and started tickling his stomach with his other hand, while his first was still under Gilinsky's bare armpit. He felt his armpit hair as he moved his fingers fast.

  Gilinsky was now fully laughing and red faced as he tried to get away, but Johnson kept him pinned down and moved his fingers to Gilinsky's most ticklish parts.

  "Jack...Jack...please...I...can't...breath," Gilinsky laughed.

"Not until you've cheered up," Johnson chuckled, running his moving fingers all over Gilinsky's toned body.

  "My...moods...g...gone!" Gilinsky screamed with laughter.

  Johnson stopped and looked down at his best friend. Gilinsky laid still beneath him, panting heavily.

  "Has it? Because I can go again," Johnson warned with a grin and waved his fingers in the air.

  Gilinsky shook his head fast. "Please, not again. I'm not moody anymore, I promise."

  "Good." Johnson hopped off and sat back down on the bed.

  Gilinsky sat up without a frown on his face. "I don't know what got into me. I can always count on you to cheer me up though."

  Johnson shrugged. "That's what I'm here for." He suddenly looked down beside the bed. "I've spilt orange juice all over your carpet."

  Gilinsky's eyes went wide. "What?"

  Johnson smirked cheekily. "Only joking. Just checking you weren't moody anymore."

  Gilinsky let out a breath and Johnson laughed.

  "You were about to see a real mood then," Gilinsky smiled. "Let's sort this set list out."

  Johnson smiled back and crawled back over to a cheerful Gilinsky so they could finish planning their upcoming tour.