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Feral II

Dedicated to @darkchoxolatekissez

Feral— The one where Jughead likes to get Archie's attention by using his raw sex appeal. Also see: there relationship is a little kinky I'm not going to lie. But that tea is too hot.

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Jughead and Archie were dating but Jughead liked to have sex with other people.

At least, that's what Archie was made to believe.

Jughead let lies like those flow from his lips like sewage, just to see the look on his boyfriend's face when he shared his false tales of unfaithfulness.

Archie's face would redden and his forehead would crease. His mouth would stay shut as if glued that way, and Jughead would watch him struggle to vocalize his anger and disappointment.

Jughead had very different ideas of "fun."

Truthfully, Jughead only had eyes for Archie. He loved Archie. He loved when Archie called him out on his bs. He loved when Archie ripped cigarettes from his mouth and when Archie scolded him for driving too fast or working too slow. He loved when Archie was rough with him and he loved when Archie got mad. He loved when Archie did this hot huff crossed with a sigh thing when he caught him doing something dumb. He said his name like "Jug— huff— head— sigh," and it was Jughead's new favorite sound.

And while he loved how confident Archie had gotten, he still loved how delicate he was. He loved when they were laying in bed and Archie insisted on wrapping an arm around him even when he pretended that he didn't like it. He loved when Archie kissed him slowly and sugar fell from their lips. He loved when Archie hummed under his breath and looked at him with pure admiration, no matter how much of a nuisance he was at times. He loved when Archie did this cute giggle crossed with a sigh thing when he found something he did cute. He said his name like "Jug— giggle— head— sigh," and it was Jughead's other favorite sound.

They were at the mall on Friday as usual, sat at the food court. Jughead was stretched out in his chair and chewing gum as loud as humanly possible. Archie was restraining himself from saying a thing about it. Jughead had replaced cigarettes with gum, and that was a huge stride.

Archie drummed his fingers to the beat of his boyfriend's rhythmic chewing and stared off at all the other couples in the mall. Sometimes he was jealous of them. Other couples did things like hold hands and whisper pretty nothings to each other.

Jughead and Archie just lie and cheat.

"What's up?" Jughead asked, taking a reluctant break from murdering the winter mint gum in his mouth.

"Can I ask you a question?" Archie replied, his voice soft. He shifted in his seat and adjusted his posture, but his eyes still couldn't land on Jughead.

Jughead pretended not to care as usual. "You just did," he grunted.

"Why do you like to cheat on me? I thought we were over that," Archie admitted. He began to tap on the table again, the beat erratic.

Jughead glanced down at Archie's fingers and pushed down the urge to intertwine them with his own. "It's fun," he lied easily.

"That's true," Archie said without hesitation, and Jughead immediately sat up in his seat.

"What do you mean?" Jughead asked, his voice going up an octave. He tried to get Archie to look at him by staring at him harder but, unsurprisingly, his little amount of effort didn't do a thing.