Mr Beast One Shots Boy x Boy

Moving in

A.N (Read the A.N at the end just to understand where I'm coming from lol)

I haven't written anything aside from Jimmy, Chris, and Chandler so this is new lol

Also, this isn't smut . Ik the last one shot like this, it was frisky. so yeah, this isn't like that lol

Jake's p.o.v

After several hours of standing out in the cold, dark clouds begin pooling over the hills, and small drops of rain begin bouncing off of the concrete. "There are three rooms, right"? Bailey asks, using the hand that isn't pressed against the house to pull his beanie further down his head to cover his ears. "Why don't we just both live here. Have our own rooms, so we don't have to stay out here any longer". There is almost a pleading look in his eye, as he pushes his arm up against the house to make himself smaller in attempt to shelter himself from the wind.

"Just split it"? I ask, and he nods his head eagerly. I'd prefer having a roommate anyway. I'd like to be able to talk to someone without having to leave the house for any form of socialization. He holds out his hand and I hesitantly take it in my own, the warmth spreading quickly, making it difficult to pull away.

"Are you kidding me"?! Garrett yells, and Chandler quickly joins in, not wanting us to win so easily, especially considering this is Bailey's first official challenge, and Garrett had literally just gotten out.

"There are three rooms! Let me have a place to live"! Chandler begs jokingly, grabbing my arm and shaking it in desperation.

"No, get away", Jimmy laughs, pushing them backwards and away from us, handing me the keys to the house. "Let's go get your stuff".

It didn't take long packing up all of our stuff. Bailey hadn't even officially moved in to his last apartment yet so everything was still packed, and the majority of my things are clothes, so we just tossed everything into boxes and threw them into the back of the truck. Even still, moving house took a very long time, and it was late by the time we finished. Everyone left almost immediately after we emptied the truck, leaving me and Bailey alone to finish unpacking.

"Wanna celebrate our new house"? I reach into one of the boxes that was still packed, and pull out a bottle of god knows what. Some kind of liquor that my dad gave me when I turned twenty-one. I don't drink very often at all, normally, only for special occasions. Moving out of my parents' house at twenty-six fitting well into that category.

"I don't really drink", he shrugs, unpacking some of the kitchen stuff that belonged to him, which only consisted of a couple of coffee cups, two or three bowls, and a cheese grater.

"Me neither, so this should be great".

He rolls his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest. "Now, that's not fair. You have a lot more muscle mass than me. I'll get drunk way faster".

I kind of smirk, looking down at him as he motions his hands to signal how much bigger I am than him. "Fine". I grab two of his coffee cups, filling one to about the three inch mark, looking to equal about the same as two shots. "I'll give you a headstart". I tip my head back, downing the entire thing in one go, coughing in the back of my throat, as it burns deep in my chest. I curse under my breath, regretting drinking it so fast. It feels like when you're eating, and the food goes down the wrong pipe. I don't understand why people enjoy this so much. Even when I get super drunk, the appeal just isn't there.

He groans, sliding the second cup over to me to fill. "I don't want to get plastered, though. I want to be able to wake up early tomorrow and finish unpacking".

"Yeah yeah yeah. We have a little bit more self control than that, don't you think"? I smile, pouring a little of the clear liquid into both cups earning a small grimace in return.