Crashing. (A JSE×reader fanfic)

Bros again!

August 22nd 12:34 p.m.

  With your meal finished, the two fo you decide to head over to Mark's to give him a well deserved apology. After a glance between the two of you, you decide that you both could use a shower before heading over. More so just to ease your nerves so you arent worrying if you smell of sex.

  Jack lets you go first, and you have suspicion that it might have something to do with the fact that the water would sting his back. Otherwise he'd typically join you without a second thought. At least, thats what you hope holds him back from taking one with you.

  You scrub the past few days from your skin and wash your hair, taking the shortest time possible in order to save Jack some hot water. You climb out of the shower and wrap a towel around you, stepping out into the hall, catching Jack's attention as he steps out of the bedroom, eyeing you hungrily again.

  You cant help the sly smirk that crawls across your face as you wink at him, passing him by. He stops midstep on his way to the bathroom, turning back to you, silently debating on taking you for another round. You giggle as you hover in the doorway of your room shooing him toward the bathroom with a wave of your hand. He shakes his head to himself, licking his lips before continuing to the shower.

  You dress in a pair of skinny jeans, his shirt, and one of his hoodies. You glance at yourself in the mirror and bite your lip. Your hand reaches up to your own neck, covering most, but still not all of the marks.

  Would Mark get the wrong idea seeing a handprint and 'bruises' littering your neck? At first glance thats what they look like, but surely Mark wouldnt leap to that conclusion... right?

  You suck air in through your teeth before pulling a bandana out of your drawer, tying it around your neck, some of the marks still a bit visible, but ignorable. You pull hair over your shoulders to drape over your front and act as bonus cover.

  You give yourself another glance, but cant hep but wonder if Mark will notice anything, and if he does, will he accuse you of trying to cover an act of violence? You sigh to yourself, telling yourself that you worry too much. But you tug one of Jack's beanies over your ears anyway. Worst case scenario, you have to lie and tell him you're cold.

  Jack steps into the room, eyeing you with a smirk before stepping over to you. Reaching out to tug on the sweater.

"You look so fuckin' cute in my clothes." He purrs, tugging you too him with two fistfulls of the hoodie at your sides. You giggle and lay your hands on the damp skin of his chest.

"Hmm. I know you like me better not wearing them." You imply with a wink.

"Damn right I do." He grins wildly. You cant help but giggle. He leans in and for a moment, you expect him to kiss you, but he quickly snatches the beanie off the top of your head, placing it on his own damp head. You laugh and snatch it back, tugging it back over your ears.

"While I know damn well it looks better on you, It completes my ensemble!" You stick your tongue out at him, showing him the barbell he gave you ages ago. He scoffs, adjusting the towel around him

  Your eyes skim across his body before finding his eyes studying you with an amused look on his face. You blush a deep crimson causing him to chuckle.

"Now you're shy?" He inquires, cocking an eyebrow at you.

"I just like checking you out is all. Not getting caught doing it." You tease, standing on your tip toes to kiss his lips. He chuckles lightheartedly, stepping back over to the dresser to pull out some clothes. When he catches your eyes on him yet again, he shamelessly removes the towel, causing you to blush harder and look away.