jandon| jacob x brandon

part 28

jacobs pov

i woke up, i immediately winced from the pain coming from my head. i slowly sat up, realising i was in brandon's bed.

i furrowed my eyebrows in confusion, how did i get here? i could've sworn i walked out of this place yesterday, but to be honest... i'm glad i'm back.

i saw the door open, revealing a brandon himself. he looked even more angelic than i remembered.

"hey, only me.. just getting some clothes." he walked in, heading towards his wardrobe.

"so how do you feel?" he grabbed a black hoodie and some shorts, then shut his wardrobe door.

"my head hurts.." i whined, brandon made his way towards the bed and sat down next to me. he placed the back of his hand on my forehead, "i'll get you some medicine, don't worry."

"hey, i don't want you to be my own personal nurse and run after me all day.. it's my own stupid fault." i chucked, he smiled but it didn't last long. "actually i'd blame your father and let me tell you, you're not going back home!"

i looked up at him and our eyes locked, "thank you." i whispered.

my eyes made their way to his lips as he licked them. i began to lean in, not because i wanted to .. because it felt like i needed to.

to my surprise he mirrored my actions.
our lips connected, it was a sweet, slow kiss. passionate, if i may say so myself.

i soon felt his hand run up my chest, applying pressure and pushing me away.

"do you remember what happened last night?" he asked, in almost a whisper.

i furrowed my eyebrows, "no idea to be honest."

which i was, i really had no idea.. all i can guess is that i was drunk because my head kills.

he took a deep breath, looking down and exhaled out of his nose. "oh. it doesn't matter. just get ready and come down stairs." he smiled and quickly walked out.

i wasn't that thick, i knew something was up. something must have happened between us. with me being drunk, it could've been anything.

i quickly put on some jeans and picked up the hoodie i had on last night.
as i put it on i instantly was hit with the smell of smoke.

my face scrunched up, i walked to the bathroom and found some spray.
i must have used half the bottle but it was better than the smell.

third person

brandon was in the kitchen, making some toast whilst the others were still snoozing in the living room.

jacob soon ran downstairs and into the kitchen.

brandon didn't notice him so he slowly walked up behind him and pressed his own body against his.

"oh h-hey" he chuckled nervously.

"whatcha making?"jacob asked, his mouth dangerously close to brandon's neck.

"toast. um.. what's that smell?"

jacobs eyes widened and he backed away, "probably me."

"oh no, it's fine. why you wearing it? trying to impress me?" brandon joked, standing on his tip toes to reach jacobs level, with a smirk on his face.

jacob shook his head and pushed him away, "shut up! anyway, you know we got school tomorrow?"

"yes i know, we will be getting up at 6." brandon returned to his toast, starting to butter it.

"six?!" jacob nearly choked.

"you heard me, i like to be early."

"you've changed. who is this goody-two-shoes and what have you done with brandon." jacob picked up a wooden spoon and aimed it as him, as a weapon.

"you challenge me?" brandon raised his eyebrow.

"you could say that." jacob shrugged.

brandon took an exaggerated deep breath and grabbed another wooden spoon. "you're going down."

jacob playfully hit his wooden spoon against brandon's and as this process continued they didn't realise how much noise they were making.

"do you actually fucking mind?" hunter interrupted, his hair a mess and a thick quilt wrapped around him.

"sorry." they both said in harmony. however brandon throwing the spoon to the side and jacob putting it behind his back.

"just go upstairs and flirt." he rolled his eyes and left, leaving the two boys alone with tomato red faces.

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finally this is up, it's not really an exciting chapter.. i apologise but hopefully i will update a bit more x