Car's Good Ol' One Shots~

Jace x Pierce (pierce you cheater)

Jace: ChickyChu

Jace x Pierce

Jace groaned, "There's nothing to do." He complained, him laying on the couch. He was on his stomach, his tail whipping around unhappily.

Instead of talking to someone, Jace was speaking to thin air. Pierce wasn't home and neither was Elliott. He was all alone.

Pierce was out trying to rebuild a relationship with his father (a/n: things just got deep real fast i need to reel it back in see what i did there aye aye? I'll stop) and Elliott was taking some special classes so that he could get into a program that could better his resume and career.

What was a guy to do with himself? Stare at the clock and watch time as it unmercilessly went by? He didn't know. Jace had gone through pretty much every bingeworthy Netflix show there is and watched all the good movies. He had listened to all the songs on his playlist at least seven times. He had cooked for an hour (and it was still in the oven), but now he had to wait another hour for it to be done. He had nothing to do.

At the moment, he was staring at the clock while twiddling his thumbs. His phone had died and he had lost the charger. They didn't have any Wii games. Pierce took his computer and Jace wasn't too fond on reading books.

To save Jace's boredom, he heard the door open. "Hey. . ." Pierce greeted, his voice bouncing off of the walls, resulting in a noticeable echo.

Jace's ears perked up and he looked over the couch and looked over at his boyfriend. His eyes gained that glimmer that you have when you love someone. He hadn't admitted it yet, but he might at the end of this oneshot, we never know.

Pierce and Jace made eye contact, the darker haired male flashing him one of his rare smiles. Jace hopped over the couch, "Don't touch the oven!" He exclaimed as Pierce made his way to the kitchen.

Jace thought he was going to make something (but when did Pierce ever cook? never.), when in reality he was just going to get water. "I won't. . ." Pierce assured as he opened the fridge.

The werewolf sighed briefly with relief. Maybe it was just his werewolf instincts kicking in and saying 'WARN HIM OR ELSE HE'S GOING TO DIE AND YOU'LL BE MATELESS!' or something like that. I'm not a werewolf, so I wouldn't know.

After Pierce closed the fridge, Jace came up behind him and wrapped his arms around Pierce. His tail wrapped around the other male as well. Though Pierce was tall, Jace was taller (tall enough to put his chin on the top of Pierce's head).

Jace placed a kiss on Pierce's neck, causing shivers to shoot down the other male's spine. "Not now. . ." Pierce said with a wavering voice. His body stiffened slightly. He wasn't against it, but sometimes he'd like to relax and not exact do. . . That right as he walked in the door.

"But Pie. . ." The werewolf mumbled, kissing his neck again. "Stop. . ." Pierce commanded firmly, his voice no longer wavering. Jace's ears fell into his hair and he put his chin on Pierce's head, "Why?" He whined.

"Because I don't want to right now. . ." The dark haired male answered. Jace pouted, "You're no fun." He complained.

Pierce rolled his eyes, "I know. . ." He responded, drowning in Jace's warmth. It was comforting and homely.

A small smile made its way to Pierce's face, "I love you." He stated. That was the first time he had ever said that.

Jace's eyes widened as a blush spread across his face like a butterfly rash. Never in a million years did he ever think that Pierce would be the one to say that first, "I-I love you too."

Idk how else to end this but it's 11:30 as I'm writing this and my writing's utter crap at this time of night.