Breathe In And Jump {{ a BajanCanadian [Mitch] and Jeromeasf [Jerome] FanFic}}

Breathe In And Jump: Chapter 3 {{Merome FanFic}}

AUTHORS NOTES: Hey guys I decided to add an extra chapter today and may possibly add another later, please feel free to leave comments and crit, Thankies :3

WARNING: This chapter contains sexual themes etc

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Dinner was filled with light discussion, travel tales and more plans " Hey Biggums, what's wrong? You've barely said anything all evening" Mitch frowned at his friend, his hand reaching out to stroke the top of Jerome's arm, the Bacca leant into the touch and sighed a little, the dark circles under his eyes caused by heavy thoughts "yeah yeah, I'm fine, just a little jet lagged is all, the flight from Oregon is a killer" Jerome attempted to fake a laugh but it fell flat "if it's ok with you guys, I'm just going to head to bed" the others nodded sympathetically. Jerome ditched his plate in the sink with the resolution that he'd wash it up later and made his way upstairs, returning the 'goodnights' as he passed through the door.

"What's up with Jerome guys?" Mitch had waited until his friend was up the stairs before asking and now he was surrounded by the whole of Team Crafted staring at him from across the table " really?! You don't get it do you" Ian spoke with disbelief heavy in his voice

"What?" Mitch was dumb founded, he always knew what was up with Jerome , even if he was the only one who knew, and the fact that everyone else knew and he didn't really got to him, it felt like his stomach was being tied in knots and that was a feeling he just couldn't stand. The whole of Team Crafted look from one to the other before looking back at Mitch "he likes YOU!" They all but yelled in synchronisation , Adam rolled his eyes and shook his head "how the fuck have you not noticed !?"

It was late when they all headed their separate ways , Adam ,Ty , Ian and Quentin had disappeared into their rooms half an hour ago to start recording, which left Mitch to go around the downstairs and turn off all the lights, which also left Mitch alone to his thoughts , he couldn't escape it, the growing feeling of joy that had settled in his stomach, it made him giddy and for once he didn't mind. Mitch walked along the landing , all but ready to settle down to sleep, but the light coming out from under Jerome's door caught his eyes and he frowned a little 'what was he still doing up?' The Canadian snuck up to the door and pressed his ear against it .It was silent aside from the occasional creak of the floor board that sat in the middle of of Jerome's floor .... He was pacing?! Hearing a lull in the footsteps Mitch opened the door, the sight that greeted him was not a pretty one, Jerome was leant over his desk, palms flat against the dark wood and brows knitted together is worry, his eyes were puffy and red from spilt tears and the sleeves on his shirt ,wet from where he'd tried to wipe them away "Hey Biggums" Mitch's Canadian accent was thick with worry and concern, his heart skipped a beat when Jerome finally looked up, his eyes wide wide with anxiety "talk to me" Mitch's voice barely broke a whisper as he closed the door behind him and moved to sit on the edge of the bed. Jerome inhaled deeply and looked at the wall infront of him, he had to say it now, he couldn't cope with it much longer and if he didn't now , he never would "I, you -Mitch please! We... I ...you ...love!" The words just wouldn't form, they caught in his throat and threatened to choke him, he wanted to scream in pure frustration but he couldn't even do that!

"Stop!" Mitch's voice broke through the momentary silence, shattering it like glass, he was struggling to make out what Jerome was saying and he second guessed himself when he thought he heard Jerome say 'love' but asking the Bacca to repeat it would only serve to wind him up more, to Mitch there was only one thing in the world he couldn't stand to see, the only thing that could bring him to his knees was seeing Jerome upset , when his dog had died Mitch cried almost as much as Jerome but not because of the dog, sure he'd loved Coco but seeing his friend in pieces cut through him like a hot knife through butter. "Jerome... Look at me" the Canadian had no idea what he was doing, it felt like his brain had made a decision and not informed him! He stood as Jerome turned to face him " I want to t-try something, ok?"

"O-Ok" the broken reply that left Jerome's mouth almost broke Mitch as he closed the space between them, he hesitated when he finally reached his friend, his heart hammered in his rib cage, Mitch swallowed hard! He'd never done something this terrifying before, sure he'd faced zombies in the dark and creepers in his houses but this was Jerome! his best friend, the guy he'd shared everything with... His Biggums and ,God, if he screwed this up he'd never forgive himself. Mitch's eyes met Jerome's and the pair let out a shaky breath as he placed a hand on Jerome cheek, he nodded once more to himself before gingerly pressing his lips against his friends. Jerome froze , his mind unable to take in what was happening...

JEROME'S P.O.V

'Mitch is kissing me...Mitch!'

My brain was shorting out, , I couldn't move or even kiss back! I mentally kicked myself for being such an idiot 'Mitch is kissing you! DO SOMETHING' my brain screeched , it seemed like and eternity before my body complied to orders ,I fisted my hands in his shirt , unable to do little more than pull him closer and get lost in the sensation of his lips against mine as I finally started to kiss back. Kissing Mitch was like...seeing a shooting star, so beautiful but at the same time brief, and just like that it was over, I looked up at him and smiled weakly "Mitch"

"Biggums" he smiled back and me and pressed our foreheads together,his eyes never leaving mine as his hands came to rest on my hips and I wound my arms around his neck "Hey, Jerome"

"Yeah Mitch"

"Can I ... Can I do that again?"

"Yeah" my voice was a broken rasp, cut off when he pushed his lips against mine, his tongue slid across my bottom lip in a demand for entrance . I gave in after a few seconds of resistance , unable to stop myself crumbling against his skilled attack, Mitch's fingertips began to press into my skin as his kiss became more urgent, knocking the breath from my lungs. He bit my bottom lip, pulling a whimper from my throat "please" I was almost ashamed of how ragged my voice sounded but it seemed to spur Mitch on, all too quickly he'd hoisted me up into his arms, pushed me against a wall and pinned my hands above my head, I wrapped my legs around his waist and let my weight be supported by the Canadian "Mine" he growled, nipping at my neck in an effort to mark me. I rocked my hips against his, desperate for some kind of friction, he moaned into my neck and thrust back, my god that sound should be illegal , it was pure wanton desperation and it was setting my veins on fire , he settled into a rhythm that had both of us mewling

"Fuck Mitch , please!" I threw my head back against the wall, begging for more

"O-Ok , ok Biggums, I've got ya " he sunk his teeth into my neck and sped up his pace, sending pure bliss sparking through my nerves. All too soon his thrusts became erratic and uneven, his breathing was harsh against my neck and his finger tips began to bruise my hips , he was close and so was I "J-J-Jerome" he came with a broken cry , his jaw clenched, marking me and pushing me over the edge as I whined his name . We stayed like that for what seemed like forever , just hugging, pulling the other as close as possible whilst euphoria clouded our minds, my head lulled forwards onto his shoulder as I dragged in a breath "H- Hey Mitch "

"Yeah Biggums?"

"Can we go to sleep now" I attempted to stifle a yawn by kissing his neck

"Of course we can Biggums" we stripped out of our sticky clothes and used a wash cloth to clean ourselves up before settling down down in my bed, he pulled against his chest and we let the calm, gentle lull of sleep over take us.