Krii7y One Shots

3 am. (smut-ish)

The irony of it all is that the first one-shot I post is smut, lol. I've been I've weird mood lately.

I actually haven't written in a little while, so cut me some slack. But I hope you enjoy!  please leave your honest opinions!!

p.s. smii7y's name is confusing, so I'm calling him Jaren even though it might be Lucas?? Idk man, enjoy anyways.

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Jaren's P.O.V

I hadn't slept in what felt days, but it really was only really one night.

The seconds turned into minutes and the minutes into hours as we both laid silently in that bed.

Why do I care so much?

I silently cursed myself for catching feelings. This was so fucking stupid.

John was asleep, his breaths slow and steady. He has no idea, no fucking idea.

What a cunt

The thought echoed through my mind, though I didn't really mean it.

Why did I have to be the "gay" one? I had never felt like this. I had never wanted to fuck another dude before, let alone date one. This wasn't something I even thought I would have to deal with.

Then I met this bitch ass, and now I couldn't stop thinking about what it would be like to have his arms around me.

And he just laid there, sleeping like a baby, no care in the world.

I wish I didn't care. I wish this wasn't a big deal. Why the fuck was it even a big deal? John just seemed so fucking confident in himself. So fucking comfortable in his skin.

Granted, I didn't know Johns sexuality. He didn't seem to give a shit about that kind of thing and I wouldn't put it past him to have never even really thought about it as a potential issue. Maybe he liked guys, maybe he didn't. I honestly don't think it phased him much to think about.

Fuck you.

I yelled in my mind.

I had to be the one who cared about it. I had to be the one who felt weird about the exchanges we had, or feel butterflies every fucking time he talked to me or so much as grazed me with a touch.

I had to be the one who got caught staring, who turned the color of a tomato every three minutes just because he was there, and I had to be the one who was nervous to so much as sleep In the same god damn room.

Yet here we were, in the same bed because the bitch ass hotel staff couldn't understand what the fucking number 'two' meant and John said it was fine since we're best friends it should be no big deal that we're sleeping in the same bed and I agreed even though I suddenly wanted to throw up and maybe jump out the window even though we were only on the first floor and it wouldn't really do much and jesus christ I couldn't stop thinking about how many kids he wanted in the future and what I would look like straddling him.

I let out a heavy sigh. This wasn't normal. I didn't think this fast, and I wasn't normally this frustrated. Or horny.

This was all fucking ridiculous, and what a shitty time for it to reach its grand finale of bullshit.

"John?"

I felt my voice suddenly crack into the darkness as the sleepiness of three am settled on the words I spoke. I felt bad trying to wake him up, but I was tired of thinking.

There was small stirring, but no response.

"John."

I tried again, a little louder. Finally, I heard a small groan as the other man rolled over. I couldn't help the weary smile the spread thin across my lips.