Alphabet ≫ Jarchie

Bonus One Shots Week #5

Miscellaneous— (of a collection or group) composed of members or elements of different kinds.

I SAW SOMETHING LIKE THIS DONE ON TUMBLR AND I HAD TO TSKE THE PROMPT AND WRITE MY OWN BUT I COULDNT FIND A GOOD WORD SO I CHEATED SND USED MISCELLANEOUS AS A CATEGORY.

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"Only an hour this time?" Jughead asked carelessly as he counted the money in his hands.

Archie placed his hands behind his back and nodded. "I can't spend all my money on you, even though I find myself wanting to do that all the time," he answered sheepishly. He had a shy, sweet way of flirting with him that made Jughead roll his eyes.

"Well, let's not spend too much time talking," Jughead said, sighing as he tucked the money away inside of his coat and shrugged it off. He liked to get down to business. He didn't like when Archie got to talking because it was so easy to be captivated by the little things he said.

"Right," Archie agreed as he clumsily began to take off his clothes.

Jughead stole a grin at the awkward man in front of him. He was always like that, shy and clumsy even though he'd paid for Jughead's services several times by now.

Archie, once his pants and shirt were removed, walked up to Jughead with an adorable little smile and excited eyes. "Can I undress you?" He asked. There was something different about the way Archie asked verses the rest of his clients. Archie asked as if he truly cared. He asked because he wanted consent, something that he knew he didn't need to ask for but did anyways.

Jughead nodded. "How many times have I told you that you don't—"

"I like to ask," Archie said as he came up to the man and gently brought his hand up to his face. He delicately stroked his thumb against Jughead's cheek and smiled. "How was your day? Did anybody hurt you?"

"Archie," Jughead said in a warning tone, hating when the redhead asked that. He never gave an answer because it was never any of his business, but it never stopped Archie from asking.

Archie bored his big brown eyes into Jughead's stone cold ones and chuckled lightly. "I like to ask," he repeated as Jughead turned his gaze away and scoffed.

"You do realize you're paying for this?" Jughead asked harshly, trying to move things along. Usually, his customers were the ones who stepped into a fantasy for a few hours or so. When Jughead was with Archie, he felt himself transported into his own.

Archie blushed slightly and removed his hand from Jughead's smooth skin. He reached for the hem of his t-shirt instead and slowly pulled it up over his head. He liked to move slow. He undressed Jughead like he was a present, a gift that deserved all his attention. Even when the man was wearing plain clothes like he was now, Archie made it a point to trace his fingers across every inch of bare skin and treat him like he was a delicacy very few could afford.

It was nice, especially because most days Jughead felt like the opposite.

"You're really beautiful, Jughead," Archie said as he skimmed over his body. He hands went towards his belt and he worked on undoing it seamlessly as Jughead bit his lip.

Jughead hated when Archie called him that. He was used to his clients throwing that word around so loosely. Jughead was only beautiful for them because he embodied what they wanted. They would kiss down his chest with the carelessness of an animal, throwing the word around like it met something when it didn't.

When Archie said it, he meant it. He said it breathlessly and uttered it like it was the gospel. He was always doing things to Jughead that he didn't like.