Decadent (JacobXEnoch)

XIII.

I'LL CLEAN IT UP THIS WEEKEND! ❤
If I made a Legends of Korra or a Avatar, the Last Airbender fanfic...would you guys read it?

-JelloGelatin

Enoch's POV

"Hey Enoch!"

"American." I nodded, earning a sharp growl from my beau.

"When will I get a nice pet name?"

"Are you complaining, Jacob?"

"Yes." He pouted, providing me a forced tear in his act.

"That's unfortunate." I smiled deviously.

"Oh come on! Just try!"

"Oh please. You can't be serious!"

"Enoch!"

"You haven't given me a nickname!" I fired back with slight offense.

"I call you E!"

"That's like me calling you Jake."

"Well you aren't exactly the most- ah-" I arched a brow at him as he chose his words wisely. "I just didn't think you'd like to be called things like sweetheart or babe..." He reddened and rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.

"Yeah. I mean it's a bit cheesy... And a bit weird... I guess." I shrugged.

"I mean- Hey! I'll do it if you want me to!"

I was just as scarlet as he was. "I-I mean I'm indifferent about it. It just can't be anything weird... Got it?"

"Uh-well... Sure... I mean...yeah..." Jake seemed wrecked from the whole conversation.

Our whole relationship had been quite peculiar (a/n: Aha. 😂 See what I did!?!) since we talked about my past and Charles and- ugh...why couldn't we be normal?

I'm already the worst boyfriend ever with my inablity to communicate my emotions effectively without wanting to give him a black eye... But here I go again making him feel uncomfortable.

I paled as flashes of the bruises on his neck peeked from around his collar.

Questions. Questions make things more comfortable...

"Uh, did you have any nicknames in mind?" I looked up at him with a small smile.

"Uh..." He glanced down at his sleeves sheepishly before puffing his cheeks. "Well did you want something simple like dear...beloved....love....uh- sweetheart?"

"Uh...well I dunno." I shrugged. I suppose it would depend on the moment. As long as it isn't something cheesebally like- ah- My king~ or Daddy- or Sugar lips or-"

"Whoa! Daddy? Really?"

I stuck my tongue out. "Shove it, princess." I glanced back at my new piece. "I just don't find it stimulating." I shrugged. "It's a weird pet name."

"Oh you are so getting called Daddy." He smirked.

"Jake!"

"Yes, daddy?"

"Ew. Stop. It's cringy."

"Good."

I raised my scalpel and shot a glare at him. "Jake. I swear. I will take your eyes out and shove them in your mouth before sewing it shut."

"Oooh. Kinky."

I was beyond crimson at this point.

I wasn't expecting that comeback.