why dont we one shots

pickup lines - jachary

ship: jachary
type: fluff
f or n/f: not famous
warning: there is multiple mentions of sex. but no smut.

"we gotta be quiet and quick. zach is going to get here in about two hours." oliver walked into the house and hoisted liam up into his waist. there lips connected and walked to the bedroom. oliver completely ignored the picture of his boyfriend and himself on the bedside table.

he pushes the thing over, shattering the glass. he pushes liam down on the bed and started to undress the other. oliver didn't care about all of his and zachs history as he fucked the other boy.

zach watched the whole thing go down on his security cameras. he was checking to see if oliver has gone out to walk their dog, considering he wasn't answering the phone. instead, he saw his boyfriend six inches deep in another man. his best friend to be exact. the time was documented as one hour ago, so it was obviously true.

zach left the college coffee shop he had just finished working at and drove home. he was expecting to see liam in his own bed, but he was long gone once zach had gone home. zach got to the door of his house, off campus, and pushed the key in. once he got inside, he was greeted by his small golden retriever puppy. her name was daisy, after zachs favorite flower.

oliver came over to the younger and went to kiss his forehead, but zach denied. "how long?" "what?" "how long have you been sleeping with my best friend?" oliver was taken aback by zachs question. he didn't answer the boy, he just stared at him. zach let out a heartbroken chuckle. he found it so funny that his boyfriend of three years was sleeping with his best friend. somehow oliver could come home the same day and fuck zach like nothing happened.

"you're unbelievable!" "i was going to tell you, i really was-" "cut the shit oliver. you know how much it hurts to see the man you love having sex with the closest person in your life. you slept with l-liam." the last part of the sentence was breathy and sad. oliver goes to comfort zach but the boy pushes his arms off.

"got get your shit and leave my house." "what? i have nowhere to go-" "really because liam lives right down the street." oliver rolls his eyes and walks upstairs. he grabbed a duffle bag and fills it with all of his clothes and shoes. there wasn't a lot of his things considering he had all his other stuff at his parents.

zach watches from the door frame as his lover packs him things. oliver slips the duffle bug on and bumps zachs shoulder. "you're nothing without me. all you are is an ugly whore with no one to love you. no wonder your parents-" "don't bring my parents into this" zach yells. oliver rolls his eyes and laughs lightly. he walks out the door, never to come back.

zach slowly breaks down in the moment. he was alone and it sucked.

2 month later

zach sat at the bar stool checking his phone for the hundredth time. the night was really slow and he missed having someone to love him. the bartender walked over to zach and pushed over a couple of shots of alcohol drink. "sorry this isn't mine." "i know. he bought it for you" the bartender said, pointing to a boy with curly hair. he looked about twenty-one.

he walks over to zach and takes a seat next to zach. "if it's true that we are what we eat, then i could be you by morning." zach stays there for a second and stifled back a laugh. the boy sat their and smiled. "you know you could have started with a hello. and don't you think buying someone's drink is a little outdated" zach whispers. "i like to make an impression" jack says. "well you've definitely made," he looks jack up and down slowly, "some type of impression."