A grin was planted on his lips, only to be whipped away along with his sandwich. That was his, God damn it. Even if it was just something small, and only held a few more bites, it was the fucking principal of the thing. So, Isaac did the only thing he could think of and snatched it back with a small glare. “Mine,” he proclaimed with a full mouth. “And yeah, it’s kinda sunny out. But you wouldn’t know that seeing as you’re just getting up, you lazy fuck.”
It was Jeremy’s turn to laugh as the other boy showed obvious displeasure. Technically, it was his food anyway, so he had every right to it! “Whatever, dude,” he shook his head, eyes squinting at the mention of the sun. “—How exactly am I supposed to get up with your fat ass on top of me?” Making a motion with his eyes, he gestured to his outstretched body… and the change in expression on his face showed that he had registered the situation finally. Now he couldn’t make eye contact. “… you’re, um, laying on me…”
Rolling from his back so he was lying on top of Jeremy, stomach to stomach, Isaac bit into the sandwich again and shook his head. “No. You’re the one who drank way too much last night, insisted on going home alone, and I’m being the good friend and making sure you’re okay. — Oh, and your milk’s off.” Poking the hungover teen in his chest, Isaac knitted his eyebrows together. “Get up, I’m bored.”
Jeremy let out a bit of a grunt and shifted just slightly as Isaac moved again. “Yeah, right.” His eyes flickered from the boy’s face to the food in his hand, and quickly moved to snatch the sandwich from him. “—thanks; good looking out,” he grinned between bites, chewing cheekily despite the compression on his chest and the closeness of their faces.
taylor is 40% not nice and 60% rock
that’s peter mooney aka god’s gift
good thing i keep all the hardcore smut i’ve written in my life on that external harddrive my dad just borrowed
“It has been said, ‘time heals all wounds.’ I do not agree. The wounds remain. In time, the mind, protecting its sanity, covers them with scar tissue and the pain lessens.
But it is never g o n e.”
My mom hooked up with you.
Walking into the livingroom, Isaac stopped dead in his tracks as he looked at Jeremy— his half a sandwich hanging out of his mouth. Jesus Christ, had he been asleep all freaking day? “It’s two pm, Jer. Get up, you ass.” Proclaimed the wolf as he flopped down on top of him.
His words pounded in the boy’s brain like blood through a racing heart. Just how much had he drank last night? “Go away, Isaa— shit!” The begrudging response was cut off by the sudden addition of weight. Jeremy pulled the blanket back from his face so he could glare at the other. “Can’t you eat my food somewhere else?”