CubeSMP Oneshots

Kiani (Oneshot 9)

{WE'RE ABOUT TO HIT 1,000 VEIWS! AAAAAHHHH! *Sob, sob* I'd like to thank *sob* my parents, *hic* and my f-friend-s. JUST KIDDING none of them did shit. But seriously thank you guys for getting me to 1,000 views! <3}

{I guess this is sort of a continuation of 'Kiani (Oneshot 1)'. A lot of fluff but no smut. I'm sorry it's super short :/}

Will sat in Jordan's lap, poking his cheek repetitively and running his hands through the ruffled blond hair. "Jordaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan. You've been editing all day." He said with a pout, trying to grab the other's attention.

"Hold on, I'm almost done. Just one more clip." he replied, not taking his eyes off the monitor's screen once.

This was Will's second trip to Seattle, he was planning to move there soon. He had fallen in love with the rainy, busy city, and wanted to be closer to his boyfriend. They just had to figure out what would happen with the current living arrangement. By that, they meant: what the heck were they suppose to do with Jordan's brother.

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"Wooooofffff! I'm done!" Jordan yelled at the top of his lungs. He looked over to Will, who was staring into space, lost in thought. An occasional strange look popping up on his face.

"Will? Hello?" Jordan asked, waving a hand in front of his face.

"I'm sorry, what?" He said a couple seconds later, snapping out of his thoughts.

"Hey," Jordan said, taking Will's face into his hands and turning it so that they were facing each other.

"Love you."

They sat there, on the bed { ;) } , for a while. Silence gripping the air, until Will went in for the kiss.

Jordan quickly reacted, grabbing Will's waist, and pulling him in so there was not a single bit of space between their bodies. He slid his tongue into the kiss, not waiting for the entrance to be accepted.

Will swiftly flipped their positions so he was on top. Hastily taking Jordan's shirt off in the process.

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Jordan let out a moan as the sweet spot on his neck was sucked, leaving a huge hickey. Will called it pay back for the messy collage of dark red ones cluttered on his chest.

He grabbed the band of Will's boxers and was about to yank them down...

"Jordan do you have my comp... HOLY SHIT! Lock the mother fucking door!" Jordan's brother yelled as he ran out of the room.

They sat there for a good ten minutes, trying to figure out what had happened. The sound of a text coming through breaking the thought process. Jordan crawled over, the text from his brother, reading

"So did you guys actually fuck yet? #Kiani"