Jeff x Ben-Dirty Mind

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Jeff's POV

When I woke up, Ben was gone. It made me a little sad, but I knew he'd be back. Maybe he'd even come back with some beer. Man, he's so cute. I wonder if I weirded him out earlier with the charger and cuddles thing but I didn't lie.

I do need cuddles >:3

I scratched the back of my head and then suddenly it dawned on me.

"Of course!" I exclaimed to myself as I fumbled down my stairs.

I had completely forgotten about my vodka downstairs! How dare I!

I made my way down and dug through my garage. I was hanging out in here with Smile Dog and a few friends then must've left and forgotten it here.

I grabbed it and ripped off the top.

I didn't bother to mix it with anything, that's for pussies. I just chugged some of it as I walked up the stairs. I drank until I started to feel dizzy and face planted into my couch with a satisfied grin. It burned like hell as it went down my throat, but whatever.

I flopped over and started to shuffle through channels with my face being smushed in the cushions. I chugged half the bottle and started to feel my eyelids become heavy as I let my hand holding the remote fall. It landed on an anime but I didn't bother to watch as I drifted slowly until-

*Knock, knock, knock*

Now, who could that be?

I thought as I smiled knowingly.

Must be Ben.

I flew myself up and then wobbled until I fell over my couch. I landed onto my back and groaned.

*Knock, knock, knock.*

"Hold on dammit!" I yelled as I wiggled my legs over the couch and let them fall to the floor. I scooted over to the door and held the doorknob as I stood up, which caused the door to open.

I  wobbled back and forth and laughed drunkenly as I fell into the person's arms.

"Boop, boop." I slurred as I backed up barely an inch and booped the person's nose.

"A-Are you drunk?" He asked.

"Yes," I answered as I grabbed his hand, spun around, and landed face first onto my couch. I tugged at his hand and he landed on top of me.

"Jeff, I'm going to crush you." He protested.

"Good... It feels good." I said into the couch's cushions.

He snickered which made me smile.

"Jeff, can we talk?" He poked my back thoughtfully and then started to scratch it.

"Mhmmmmmm." I started to hum and wiggle around as I struggled to dance.

"For real." He stopped which made me pout. Not like he would see.

"I am." I protested.

"OBJECTION!" I yelled as I flew my head up and laid in his lap. I covered my face while laughing hysterically. he started to brush his fingers through my hair and scratch my head gently which made me want to fall asleep.

"Where's my vodka at.," I muttered as I searched around the floor for it and eventually found it. I grabbed it and started to chug it down. He stopped scratching.

"Jeff!" The man's voice yelled.

"Your da one who keeps scratching me!" I said.

"S-Sorry, it's just so familiar..."

I froze as I realized this wasn't Ben.

"Dafook?" I asked as I squinted my eyes at the person and sat up to get a better look.

"You have blonde hair and pale skin..." I muttered and he tilted his head to the side as he couldn't fully understand what I meant.

"Who you?" I asked as I pouted, not amused at the plain fact. This wasn't Ben after all.

"It's me, Mouse. Don't you recognize your best friend?" He asked.

"Yah." I breathed out as I took a gulp from the alcohol.

"Who da fook is Mouse?'" I asked as I cocked an eyebrow and tried to remember this person.

"New phone, who dis?" I asked.

He stared at me blankly.

"Seriously?"

"Ye." I pursed my lips as I sipped from the bottle.

"Ye, ye, ye, ye!" I started to make weird gang signs and danced a little.

"Yeeeee, boiii." I laughed as I found myself to be hilarious.

"It's me, Devon" We both stayed silent for a while.

"Pffft!" I started to howl with laughter.

"Ye, right," I said.

"I'm Devon, lookie-I-love dick and break-in lil hearts, ye, ye, ye, I like ditching Jeff and making him depressed and suicidal-Ye, ye, ye, ye, ye!!" Even I didn't make sense to myself but I just kept going. Besides, there's no way this was actually Devon.

The person's eyes softened. "really?" He whispered sadly.

"You're a heartbreaker, lovemaker." I started to mumble the old song to myself.

"Jeff it's really me." He said as he cupped my jaw and pulled my face close.

His lips met mine and my eyes widened at the feeling of his soft lips against mine. By instinct and memory, I kissed back and squeaked as his tongue slide into my mouth. This familiar feeling made the back of my eyes sting as I felt some tears form.

Why do I feel like I'm going to cry?

"Mm." I moaned into the kiss. These lips felt so familiar. They're soft and all I wanted to do was kiss him. Ben hadn't even crossed my mind. I didn't bother to try to protest or talk as I closed my eyes tightly and kissed back passionately.

"That's what I thought." He said with a sly smile as he pulled away.

In my gut, I felt myself start to panic when his lips weren't against mine. Like, if he didn't kiss me, he would suddenly disappear again.

"Kiss me," I said blankly, a little surprised at my words as I looked him into his soft, deep, blue eyes.

He looked at me with a shocked face but then squeaked as I jumped on top of him. I pushed my lips against him as my mouth assaulted his. His eyes were wide but he soon gently closed them and I did the same. I reached for his belt buckle and felt my mind become fuzzy. I slid off his belt and slide my hand under his jeans as I palmed him through his boxers.

I don't know why I snapped so quickly, but my heart just started to become so full with such need and desire, I couldn't keep my hands off of this man.

Man...

This man wasn't a man when I knew him. He was merely 15 or so, and our first time was when we were each around 16.

This boy was my first love.

Sorry, it's so short :'D