Terms | jojian (Discontinued)

7: together

[NY]

"I missed you."

Ian is still standing in the doorway, wearing an ugly green parka and faded brown jeans. His hair was messy, and pushed to the side, like he was some British vlogger. He has a wheeled luggage bag on his right, with his hand gripping the handle. Joji looks up at him, smiling sadly, and gives him a hug. Ian responds with a one armed hug, burying his face in Joji's damp hair. It smelled like baby shampoo; maybe that's why Joji's hair was always so soft.

Joji pulls away, sleep still hanging off his eyelids. "Come in."

Ian enters the apartment, dragging his bag behind him as Joji shuts the door. Ian takes off his jacket and hangs it on the coat rack, making himself feel at home. Joji slumps onto the couch, and waits for Ian to join him.

"Why did you wear that jacket?" Joji asks, passing Ian a can of beer.

"It was cold."

Joji snorts. "Well, you don't have that much meat on you, so."

Ian scoffs, putting a hand to his chest. "I'm offended."

Joji rolls his eyes. They sit there in silence, shoulder to shoulder. Ian takes sips from the beer, looking relieved that the drink was offered to him. Joji looks away, smiling to himself. One night in Australia, Ian had asked for Joji's home address.

"I'll come visit you," Ian says, trying to keep his arm still as Joji writes on it with a Sharpie.

Looking up, the Japanese boy grins, crinkles forming at the outer corner of his eyes. He laughs, finishing off writing the address with drawing a small heart. Ian smiles, ruffling Joji's hair.

"When?" Joji asks, raising his eyebrows.

Ian puts a hand over Joji's cheek. "I won't tell you when. I'll just pop up." Joji purses his lips, covering Ian's hand with his.

Joji smiles at the memory. Feeling tired, Joji lets out a yawn. "Oh Jesus. I should really go to sleep. I've been out all day." He stands up, walking over to his room. "Talk to you in the morning dude. Pick any room, all my roommates disappeared." Dismissively, Joji gestures to the other rooms.

"Can I sleep with you instead?" Ian asks gently, clutching the empty can of beer.

Joji stops walking, and looks at the taller boy with a smile.
"You definitely can."

:::

"Morning."

Joji yawns, rubbing his eyes. He blinks a few times, adjusting to the brightness that filled the room. He sees Ian smiling at him, with his dark blonde hair as messy as the room they were in. They stare at eachother for a few long seconds, feeling the need to get up from the bed decrease. Ian breaks the awkward silence with a laugh.

"What? Do you want me to give you a good morning kiss or something?" He asks, grinning like the Grinch.

Joji huffs, then grimaces. "As if. Your breath probably stinks."

Ian laughs again, turning to lie on his back. Joji still looks at Ian in awe, with his mouth hung open.

Pretty, he thinks.

Joji smiles mischievously, and climbs onto Ian's body, straddling him. Ian gasps in surprise, looking at Joji with wide eyes. His arms are locked under Joji's calves, though he doesn't have the will to push Joji off anyway. Slowly leaning in, Joji brushes his nose with Ian's. Ian braced himself with some sort of kiss, but was met by being smothered by a pillow instead.