Be More Chill Oneshots and Lemons

RichJake Lemon #2

There, take a phat slice of smuttyness.

Jake sat there on his PC in the guest room of Rich's house. He typed and clicked away furiously, letting his eyes scan each page up and down before going to the next page or watching another video. Finally, he found one that looked oddly similar to Rich.

He smiled and leaned back in his chair, sighing with contentment. That is, until he realized how shitty Rich's internet was. He needed this video, after all, Rich would be back home from his new part-time job. If he caught Jake in such a... Compromising situation then he would have quite a lot of explaining to do. He started troubleshooting all he could, closing other tabs, putting his phone on airplane mode to let there be enough bandwidth, and finally it began to load.

Right until it started buffering two seconds later.

"wHAT" He almost shouted as his excitement plummeted. He looked at the frame of the actor and decided it was enough. Finally, after long last and a lot of time looking he-

Knock knock knock

A quick succession of knocks on the door signalled Jake's worst fear. He had gotten home and he would see Jake right then and there was nothing he could do to stop it and-

Jake lept from his desktop, zipping his pants up as quick as he could without thinking about anything else. He had left so fast up from the computer that even kept the headphone on his head. He ran across the room and leaned all the way into the doorway, blocking the view of the bedroom behind him. He reluctantly created the door open to reveal an oddly guilty-looking Rich.

"Heeey man, what's up?" He said as he looked down at the smaller boy with guilt in his eyes.

"Hey Jake, I... Well, I..." Rich stood there half guilty and half embarrassed. Jake had no idea why, but he wanted to get Rich as far away from the room as possible.

"Well, I still feel really bad about burning your house down. I know it's been more than half a year now, and, " Rich looked down with an even more guilt-filled expression, "I myself never meant to do it, but it still means I did do it after all-"

Suddenly from behind Jake, the worst possible thing that could happen, did happen. All of a sudden his video stopped buffering, just long enough for a guy to moan out loudly
"oH FUCK, MAN"

Jake fucking shook in his boots. This was a nightmare.

But Rich just looked up at Jake with innocence in his eyes.
"Sorry, did you say something?"

Jake panicked. "Uhhh, yeah. I said " Oh fuck man, you don't need to apologize so much. After all, I was quipped too, I know how bad it feels to do something without wanted to do it."

Rich smiled a bit.
"I know you understand. I still feel a little bad though. I mean, your house is literally just ash because of me. Hey, do you think I could come in for just a second-"
Jake quickly blocked the door even more, no way was Rich gonna get in there.

"Well, actualllly-" Jake said, trying to hide his panic, "I'm a little busy right now. Just trying to find some job applications to help you guys. After all, I am staying with you guys. The least I can do is get a job and start paying ren-"

"FUCKKK MAN, DEEPER-"

Jake's face froze. There was no denying that it wasn't him that said that. And frankly, he couldn't really play of the sounds of a guy getting plowed twice in a row.

Rich suspiciously glanced back behind him, getting an eye-full of the actions on the computer screen before Jake could block his view.
"So uh... What were you so 'busy' with" Rich remarked while smerking. Jake obviously couldn't hide it any more.