Rich threw down the controller in disgust after losing for the sixth time in Mario Kart.
"What the fuck, Jake?" He huffed, sinking down in his seat. "Why are you so good at this?"
"I dunno." Jake shrugged, leaning to grab his beer off the coffee table. "Just am I guess."
"Just am I guess." Rich mocked, rolling his eyes as he grabbed a fistful of Doritos.
"C'mon now, don't get all sulky." Jake teased, elbowing Rich in the side.
"I'm not getting sulky!" Rich protested, bits of chips flying from his mouth.
"Dude, that's disgusting, don't speak with your mouthful." Jake laughed, wiping a piece of chip from his cheek.
"I do whatever the fuck I want." Rich snorted before choking slightly on a chip. Jake laughed before realizing Rich didn't stop choking. The bag of Doritos dropped to the floor as Rich clutched at his throat.
"Oh fuck." Jake scrambled closer to Rich, pounding him on the back. "C'mon buddy, spit it out." Jake began to freak out when Rich's face turned a light shade of blue, he started hitting him harder on the back.
Finally, the piece of chip became unstuck. Rich spit it out onto the ground, coughing a bit before collapsing into Jake's lap. Jake gently rubbed Rich's back as the smaller boy's breathing gradually became even.
"Thank you." Rich rasped after a long moment, refusing to move from Jake's lap.
"No problem, bud." Jake's hand moved up to stroke Rich's hair. "You ok?"
"Yeah, I'm fine now." Rich sighed, shutting his eyes at the wonderful feeling of Jake playing with his hair.
"Good, now I can lecture you about talking with a mouthful of food." Jake teased lightly, fingers moving down the back of Rich's hair so that his fingers almost brushed the back of the boy's neck.
"Yeah, yeah." Rich huffed, melting into Jake's touch. "Fuck off, I almost died, I don't need a lecture." Jake just hummed in response. He continued to pet Rich's hair until the boy finally fell asleep.
