fortydust // j. // brockhampton

𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔯𝔱𝔢𝔢𝔫

*Joba's POV*

Harley pushed him onto his back so that he was staring up at her, her blue bra looking down at him. Her piercings were clearly visible and pressing hard against her shirt as she smiled down at him. "Bet you've been waiting for this since yesterday." "No. Since the night you left." He answered back deeply, reaching up to pull her down to him.

But Harley stayed up, only softly lowering herself until they were an inch apart. "Tonight, Joba, I'm gonna burn myself into your memory so that you want me every second." "Already done." His hands ran over her ass and she growled, connecting their lips.

Harley tasted like cherry Dum Dums and Arizona and he loved it, claiming her mouth even farther. They kissed fervently until Harley slowed it down, nipping at Joba's bottom lip. His hands trailed up her sides before running underneath her shirt to pull it up over her head. "Already?" She murmured onto his neck. "I told you I've been waiting since the last time you left here." "But yesterday helped, no?" She smiled onto his skin. "Helped with making me more horny? Yeah."

And then she gasped as his hands traveled to her bra. "You like the mesh or the lace?" Harley whispered huskily and Joba groaned. "The lace is a classic," She tried to laugh, which made him smile, "But the mesh...I can see everything." "You wanna see more?" Harley quirked an eyebrow with a smirk. And then they both undressed slowly, watching each other. It was sensual and completely erotic as Joba's playlist murmured in the background. "Peach Jam" was playing softly and Harley moved her bare hips to it before pulling Joba in by the waist.

*Harley's POV*

"I need to leave...actually. But I'll see you." Soon. "Oh," He sat up, "Yeah okay." Harley rushed out of bed and Joba's eyes trailed along her naked body, making it react all over again. He still watched as she slipped on her mesh panties, matching bra, jeans, and then shirt.

When Harley was done, they both stared at each other until Joba said, "Before you go, tell me something about yourself that you haven't told anyone before." She was surprised he was asking this again but still thought about an honest answer. "I separate all of my clothes in color order." "Where do you put them?" He propped his head up on his arm to smile at her. "In drawers. Rainbow order." "Can you rearrange mine like that?" "Shut up. That's stupid," And then she paused, looking at his genuine expression, "I mean, if you want I will." "After we make the cake next time we hang out."

"We're actually making a cake?" "Harley, when are you gonna learn that I mean what I say?" He shrugged, "And Curious George inspired me." Harley paused, biting her lip. "Just-just let me know if you ever don't have time or even want to hang out. Or whatever we're doing." Joba frowned at her and shook his head. "Harley, of course I want to hang out with you. I wouldn't keep asking you to come over." Harley felt her shoulders relax as she nodded slowly. "Okay." "Alright."

"I'm gonna head out now." "Okay, just let me walk you out." He smiled brightly before reaching down to slide his orange popsicle boxers on. When they reached the door, Joba opened it for her, leaning on one arm.

"Thank you for tonight. I haven't had this much fun in a long time." "It really was fun." Harley nodded her agreement, staring into his bright blue eyes. His hair was slightly messy from earlier and she kept replaying how it felt to run her hands through it. "I want to see you again." "Probably tomorrow. For music." Harley shrugged but Joba's hand moved down to her waist, the heat of his palm burning through the denim. "I meant alone. Just me and you," Joba's eyes pierced into hers, "Please." Harley swallowed before nodding. "Yeah. Yes. That would be nice."

He smiled softly at her before she placed a gentle kiss onto his cheek. It was slightly scruffy under her lips, remnants of a beard just beginning to grow in. "I'll see you." He said, touching the place she kissed. "See you."

And then she took the stairs, needing to keep her mind off of Joba and her own feelings. Opening the door quietly, she looked left and then right in order to make sure no one was there to wake up. Harley padded into the house, kicking off her sneakers before walking into the kitchen to put the drinks that her and Joba had picked up away. She'd taken a picture of the cans and Harley decided that she wanted to post it. It's not like it would lead anyone to where she was. Or who she was with.

Harley leaned over the counter, posting the photo to her account. She liked being active with her followers and this was the perfect excuse to post something casual.

As she shared the photo, her stomach growled slightly. What the fuck was she gonna have? Harley peeked into the fridge, sifting through the healthy bags of vegetables, fruits, types of water, and different meats. And then she moved to the freezer. "Hell yeah." Harley mumbled to herself as she found the Pizza Bagels. Without hesitation, they were thrown into the oven and Harley scrolled through her phone as she waited.

"Harley." She jumped at her name, getting up to fight off her attacker, but instead heard Genesis' laughter. "I'm gonna fuck you up." "Only if you fuck up them too," She gestured towards Kenny, Millie, and Trinity. "What's everyone doing up?" Harley's eyes were wide like she'd been caught doing something wrong. "We just wanna know where you've been." Harley gulped. "Nowhere important."

"You just left for a few hours. We were worried about you...and extremely curious." Kenny was studying her like she was an impossible code that needed to be broken. "I k-know I'm just not ready to say." "Fine, we respect that." Trinity said as Millie added, "We just want you to be safe and careful." "And I love you guys for that, but I promise I'm not doing anything bad. I just need a space to do what I gotta do." "Whatever you need." Trinity squeezed her hand softly and Harley felt a hint of guilt.

"Thanks guys."