I'm back again with more self-indulgent fluffy smut. I'm such a sucker for Friends to Lovers, I can't help it. Enjoy loves!
Summary: Josh drags you and the rest of the guys to the middle of nowhere on a camping trip, where he, Sam and Danny team up to get you and Jake together.
Warnings: SMUT, oral (m&f), penetrative sex, dirty talk, mentions of alcohol, very fluffy, you may vomit.
The stark white paint of the infamous Juck contrasted brighter than ever against the backdrop of trees. Josh twisted his keys, killing the engine as he turned to the rest of the group with his wide goofy grin, singing “We’re heeeeeere!”
You blinked your eyes open, taking in the dense woods outside the window. It was only a three hour drive up into the forested lake area, but Josh’s non-stop rambling stretched each minute into eternities. You loved Josh, truly, he was like a brother to you, but your eyelids felt heavy after half an hour. The foggy sleep-induced haze cleared from your mind slowly as you got your bearings, only then realizing that the warm shoulder your head was leaning on belonged to Jake. Quickly lifting your head from your pillow in his neck, you met his eyes with a blush. He was smiling down at you fondly, his warmth spreading through your thigh pressed to his. Your stomach flipped in that moment of intense connection. He whispered to you in the low rasp that drove you insane, “Well hello, sleeping beauty.”
You couldn’t remember falling asleep, only the seemingly endless stretch of driving as Josh brought all of you out to this camping spot he’d been raving about for months. Much to your giddy excitement, Danny called shotgun (on account of having the longest legs) ensuring that Jake would be squished in the backseat with you and Sam. You also suspected Danny made the call on purpose, his knowledge of your thing for Jake weighing his decision. That was confirmed from the subtle wink he shot you in the rearview mirror. Danny fancied himself quite the cupid ever since you confided in him several months ago. You’d latched onto Danny back in grade school, his soft-spoken nature only drawing you both closer as you grew up side by side. Despite your equally close friendship with the Kiszkas, Danny was the least likely to cause any problems with a secret like yours. He was most discreet, and never teased you once about your feelings.
You weren’t even sure when they started, those puppy-love feelings. Jake had always been cute, but you’d never seen him as more than the baby-faced goof that got stuck in the monkey bars. These days, though… nobody could deny Jake had grown into a gorgeous young man. These days, you were noticing the way his veiny hands stretched around the neck of his guitar, callused fingertips pushing and bending the strings. You noticed the way his hair fell around his shoulders, always looking effortless despite the rigorous care you knew he takes of it. You noticed the mischievous glimmer in his eyes when he picked on Sam, the heated, stormy darkness that overtook those same eyes when something sparked that fiery temper of his.
And you didn’t know if it was your mind playing tricks on you, convincing you of something that wasn’t there, but now as you blushed under his fond gaze, you thought you noticed the way his eyes flickered down to your lips and back, just for a moment before he blinked and turned away. You almost missed the light blush colouring his cheeks. Almost.
Clambering out of the visual atrocity of Josh’s jeep truck behind Sammy, you caught Daniel’s eye over the back of the vehicle. Danny was subtle, but he had the most shit-eating grin across his face. You shot him a playful glare, a silent warning to shut up, but he simply smirked wider and winked. Backpacks and sleeping bags covered your bright red face as they were pulled out. Sam started an argument with Josh over who should carry their tent down to the campsite, providing a much needed and entertaining distraction.
Josh clapped Sam on the back affectionately, “You’re young and spryer than me, Sammy boy. Do your elders a favor.” He looped the carrying strap of the tent case over Sam’s neck before he could protest, earning a huff from Sam, and a mumble about old geezers and old folks homes. You giggled at their antics, gearing up with your own sleeping bag and backpack. Danny snickered and circled around the Jeep, taking the, truthfully, heavy tent from his friend. Sam patted his back with a soft thanks, taking Danny’s light backpack in turn.
Jake and Josh set off, taking the lead, guiding the rest of you down the slight decline towards the spot Josh had in mind. Danny jogged up to walk beside you, Sam trailing closely behind.
Danny laughed out loud, “I didn’t even say anything! Sam, did I say a single thing?”
Sam snorted behind you, “No, no you did not, why so snippy, bug?”
You turned your head and stuck your tongue out at him, making him smile and roll his eyes. Turning back to Danny, you squinted. “You were thinking thoughts.”
Danny giggled and nodded. “Yeah, I do that sometimes, you should try it,” he joked. You snorted at his teasing, shoving your shoulder into his arm playfully.
Sam sped up to walk on your other side, cocking his head curiously, “Wait, what am I missing here, why does Danny need to shut up?”
Danny raised his eyebrows at you, silently saying ‘up to you.’ You chewed on your lip for a second then turned to face Sam, who was getting antsier by the second, not liking being left out of anything.
You reached out your hands, slowing down both boys on either side of you to allow a little more distance between your trio and the twins ahead. Once they’d gained enough of a lead, you turned to Sam and grabbed his arm a little harder than necessary. His eyes widened as you began, “If you mention what I’m about to tell you to anyone outside the three of us, I will personally lace your veggie dogs with arsenic at the campfire tonight.”
You raised your eyebrows at him, conveying your seriousness despite the amusing threat. Sam’s brows furrowed, and he crossed his heart with his free arm. “I swear, bug, scouts honor, my lips are sealed,” he murmured worriedly.
You nodded and sighed. “I kinda… have feelings for your brother.” You looked straight ahead, unable to maintain eye contact once you spoke. In your peripheral, Sam’s eyes bucked, wide as saucers. “Josh?!” he hissed. You cringed as though scalded, “No, idiot, Jake!”
Danny chuckled on your other side. “More than feelings, you’re so in love with him it’s painful to watch. Thank god she finally told you, man,” Danny smiled at Sam, “it was killing me.”
Sam’s eyes shot between yours and Danny’s as you kept walking, keeping enough distance between you and the boys in question. You could watch his brain process this revelation by the expressions on his face. You almost laughed, but your vulnerability overwhelmed the humor. Finally, Sam smiled wide, his grin unnervingly similar to Danny’s scheming smirk.
He cleared his throat. “Daniel?”
“You know what we must do, right?”
Danny giggled, “What is that, Samuel?”
Your eyes darted between them, panic rising as they talked. “No, nononono, no, no doing, there will be absolutely no doing of anything, no!”
Sam giggled at your misery. “I’m so glad we went for that family size tent,” he sing-songed to Danny, ignoring you. Danny chuckled, “Oh? And why would that be?”
You shot daggers into Sam, mentally shoving his smug face in a bucket of water. “Well, funny you should ask, Daniel. I was just thinking about how the tent has these section, divider thingies, y’know, like rooms within the tent?”
Danny’s face spread into a wide smirk, catching on to Sam’s debauchery. “Ahh, how conveniently designed.”
Sam nodded in faux astonishment, “Indeed, quite the engineering feat, these tent designers have accomplished. So many uses for that extra privacy,” he turned his face to you, pointedly.
Your face was likely scarlet, but you had no time to talk them out of this plan before your brave twin leaders stopped, dropping their equipment in a small clearing. As you approached, you elbowed Sam’s ribs, with a final warning hiss, “Keep your mouth shut or you’ll lose a certain undersized appendage.” Danny snorted, snickering as Sam huffed defensively.
Forcing a smile as you came up to the two boys, your heart fluttered at the sight of Jake, now with the hairbrained scheming of your best friends swirling in your mind. What if you did end up sharing a section with him? Would it be awkward? How close would you have to lie? What if you snored? Your head spun, and you out at the view to shut off your racing thoughts.
The trees offered shade and privacy, but through them you could clearly see the sky-blue of the lake, reflections of trees and clouds creating a gorgeous mirror. The water gently lapped at the pebbled shore, soft bird calls and frogs creating a symphony of nature’s music. Your shoulders involuntarily relaxed, smiling softly at the scenery. Josh was right, this was something special. You turned to tell him that, but your eyes caught on Jake’s face, his eyes widening and his gaze quickly tearing away from you.
You felt your heart skip a beat, wondering if he was really looking at you just then. Deciding not to dwell on it, you walked up to Josh, playfully punching his shoulder as Sam and Danny started unzipping the tent bag. “I suppose the trip and the hike was worth it, this is pretty fuckin’ nice,” you smiled. Josh beamed back at you, “What did I tell you, Bug? Jeez, have I ever led you astray?” You giggled, your mouth opening, Josh interrupting immediately, “Nope, don’t answer that.”
Jake snickered and squatted down to help pull out some poles. You grinned, knowing that he loved watching you tease his twin, and you loved making him laugh.
Josh set off to relieve himself in the bushes, leaving you and Jake to your own devices as the two younger boys worked on your shelter for the night. You gave him a shy smile, gesturing to the woods. “Wanna go collect some firewood?”
He returned the smile, nodding, “Yeah, lead the way, bug.”
Both of you started off into the thick forest, careful not to get too far away as you bent over picking up kindling and logs. It was comfortably quiet between you, but you still felt nervous being alone with him, wanting to keep him laughing. Your worst fear was Jake thinking you were boring, or lame or something. Glancing around the forest floor, you reached for a stick, only to grab the same one Jake also went for. Pulling at the same time, you quickly made eye contact, you giggling shyly. “Sorry-“ “My bad-“ Jake chuckled at your mutual interruptions, handing you the stick. “Here, all yours.”
You took it and joked, “You’re so generous, Jacob,” adding it to your stack under your arm.
He rubbed the back of his neck with his free hand, “Well, y’know, sticks like that are hard to come by. Rare and valuable resource.” You giggled at his joke, side-eyeing him. He looked over at you, smiling with that same fond smile from the car. Your stomach flipped, and you quickly looked away, clearing your throat.
“This is… probably good for now, I guess,” you inspected your bundle of wood. Jake shook his head quickly, then nodded, “Uhm, yeah, should do us for a while, anyway.”
Your eyes met for another lingering moment, then Jake extended his free arm. He snaked it around your waist and began walking you back to the campsite, his hand resting on your lower back.
Surely he must be hearing your heart pounding this hard. You never had to focus so hard on walking before, but you were terrified you’d trip and eat mud right in front of him. He was holding you, why was he holding you? A part of your brain tried to convince you he was always touchy, the whole family was. Hell, Josh linked his arm with you so often Sam called you two a chain-link fence. But Jake had never done something like this before. This was undeniably… romantic. The two of you, strolling through the woods, with his arm around you like he was your boyf-
You mentally shook those thoughts away. Dangerous territory, getting your hopes up that high. Moments like these happened just often enough to build up a tiny spark of hope, only for you to squash them down before you got too invested. Jake didn’t see you that way, he never said anything. A few times you thought he might, though. One time that came to mind was that evening of the fourth of July. You’d been battling the heat with strawberry wine coolers, hanging around the pool all afternoon with the guys. Your bathing suit was still damp, clinging to your body as Josh and Danny got the fireworks ready. From your lounge chair, you saw Jake coming around the deck in your peripheral. He sat beside you on the arm of your chair, watching his Danny’s half-hearted attempt to reel Josh back to reality. Your heart rate picked up, as it always did around Jake these days. You chanced a peek up at him, and as though reading your mind, he looked down at you. His eyes were warm, slightly hazy from the beers. Your breath hitched as you watched his eyes travel down your face, eyeing your lips. You swallowed, parting them slightly as his hand reached over, cupping your jaw softly.
“You’re really something, Bug, I’m glad you’re here,” he’d murmured quietly, a revelation just for your ears. You looked up at him in awe, unable to believe this tender, intimate moment was really happening outside your imagination. “You having fun?” he continued, but all words flew out the window when his thumb swiped along your bottom lip. You simply blinked up at him, innocently stunned, and you could’ve sworn he leaned in a little closer. You mustered up all your courage, and you were just about to press a kiss to his thumb pad when-
Tsssssssss- The sudden explosion of the first firework jolted both of you back into the real world. Jake straightened, his arm retreating from your face. His cheeks flushed scarlet, and he stood, quickly walking back into the house.
Your head was running a mile a minute, so dizzying that you didn’t even notice Danny come up to you, kneeling at your feet. He’d watched the whole thing unfold with bated breath, cringing equally as hard when Josh’s firework interrupted what could’ve been an incredible moment.
“Hey, bug-a-boo… what happened there?” he whispered, taking your shaky hand in his large warm one. You were thankful for his ever present stability, one of your favourite of his qualities.
You exhaled long and slow, meeting his concerned gaze. “I have no idea… I thought… I thought he was going to-“ you bit your lip, willing away the frustrated tears that pooled in your eyes. Danny reached up, rubbing a soothing hand up and down your back as he squished beside you on the large lounger.
“Heyyyy, shhhh, don’t be upset,” he cooed softly.
You nodded, swallowing harshly, “No I’m fine, sorry, I just… that was weird.”
Danny nodded, “Well, if you ask me, it wasn’t weird at all.” You met his gaze again, his eyes warm and comforting, silently assuring you that you were safe and secure. You leaned into him with a nod, his arms wrapping around you tightly.
“He looked at me so… so tenderly,” you breathed faintly, relaxing in Danny’s hug
Danny smiled into your hair, humming softly. “He always looks at you like that, Bug. You just haven’t noticed.”
Jake stepped back into the clearing beside you, forcing you back to reality. His arm dropped to your dismay, purely to set the sticks down, but you still felt the loss. He must have felt your gaze on him as he arranged the wood in the firepit, because he turned over his shoulder, catching you staring. He smirked as you blushed furiously and turned away, dropping your pile of wood next to his and trotting over to the others.
The tent was nearly completely set up, Josh having returned to give Sam and Danny another hand. You gawked at its size as you approached it. Sam wasn’t kidding when he said this thing was like a hotel. It was bigger than your entire bedroom, and tall enough to comfortably stand in. Danny was only slightly hunched inside as he held up the support rod.
“Okay, yeahhhh, baby, take it all,” Sam joked crudely, pushing the tent pole through the side slot. You snorted, getting his attention. He smiled cheekily at you, “Oh hello, bug, how was your romantic walk in the woods?” You shot him a glare, your heart skipping a beat, knowing Josh definitely heard that. Sure enough, his curly head peeked out the rear door of the tent and looked at you suspiciously.
“What’s this about a romantic walk?” he questioned, dramatically suspicious. You blushed, stepping back, “Nothing, Sam’s an idiot, I wasn’t-“
“Aht! Not so fast,” Josh squinted, retreating from the window and crawling out of the tent to slide up to you, a finger pointed accusingly. “You were back there with Jake,” he noted.
Your eyes darted between him and Sam, wordlessly threatening Sam’s life in a million painful ways. You stepped backwards again, Josh stepping forward right along with you. “S-so? We were getting firewood,” you stammered unconvincingly. Josh raised an unimpressed eyebrow. “Oh, so the googoo eyes you’ve been sending him for months were nothing?” Your eyes widened helplessly and you stepped back again, only for him to corner you against a tree. His lips cracked into a wide smile, his suspicious eyes softening. “You like my brother, don’t you, Bug?”
You chewed on your lip, looking down and playing with your shirt’s hem. “Maybe,” you mumbled.
Josh’s grin doubled, and he grabbed your shoulders, shaking them as he jumped up and down excitedly. “This is so great,” Josh whisper squealed.
You giggled at his enthusiasm, relaxing slightly. “Why is it great Josh? I have a stupid crush on your stupid twin who doesn’t even see me like that, which means I’m stupid.” You rolled your eyes, shoving his hands off you playfully.
Josh bounced around you as you walked back up to the tent. “No, no this is great. This is better than great, you guys would be so cute together, does he know? Oh my god, can I tell him?” Josh buzzed frantically.
You shook your head profusely, grabbing his shoulders this time, holding him steady. “Josh. No. Please don’t tell him, he doesn’t like me like that, it’ll ruin everything,” you implored, desperation leaking into your voice.
Josh’s face dropped at your words. “What? Of course he does, why- what gives you the idea he doesn’t? Did he tell you that?” Josh’s face hardened, “Did he say something to hurt you?”
You rubbed his shoulder reassuringly, “No, sweetie, of course not, Jake wouldn’t hurt me, I just… he’s never said anything at all. That’s the problem,” you chuckled humorlessly.
Your friend relaxed, prying your hands off his shoulders and holding them in his, watching your face seriously. “Believe me, if he hasn’t told you so, it’s just because he’s too scared.” Josh’s voice softened, hushing even more so his youngest brother and friend didn’t hear, “He looks at you like you’re his entire universe, mama. Believe me, I grew up with him. We have the same face,” he chuckled. “I know his expressions well, the way he looks at girls, the way he looks at you. You should tell him, you might be pleasantly surprised.”
Josh gave you an imploring look, nodding with his eyes in Jakes direction, letting your hands go. You followed his glance, landing on Jake’s form by the enormous stacked up pile of sticks. You watched him stand straight, hands up cautiously as he placed the last stick, balancing out the pyramid of wood and backing away. He relaxed and smiled wide in triumph when it didn’t collapse, immediately turning around and landing his gaze on you. His eyes shone with pride, and something else. Something tender, something sweet and fond. Your heart fluttered, returning his excited smile.
After the sun had gone down, and the only noises coming from the frogs and the crackling, dying fire, your heavy eyes skimmed around the circle. Your heart felt so full, surrounded by the people you loved most in this world, connected with nature and swaying to the soft John Denver song Jake strummed lazily. He sat closest to you, angled beside you in his folding chair. His hair fell over his face gently, which he pursed his lips and blew out of his eyes. It looked so soft. He looked so soft. His eyes reflected the firelight, but they seemed to glow from within as he played. Your eyes traveled down to his soft, pillowy lips, slightly parted in concentration. His sweet button nose gleamed slightly pink from the drinks and the warm fire, and his brows knit and relaxed with the music he made. Down his body, you watched his hands dance across the frets. The veins and muscles of his rough hands delicately flexed as he moved from chord to chord, strumming and picking intricately. His nails were always so clean and well tended, even on a camping trip where he’d been handling dirt and sticks all day.
He looked devastatingly gorgeous. The urge to scoot up to him and kiss him was nearly painful. You sighed quietly and tore your eyes away from him, fiddling with your hands in thought. Quietly, Danny stood up from his place across from you where he’d observed your lovesick ogling. He moved to sit beside you, handing you a long stick with a marshmallow on the end. You took it, giggling softly and thanking him. He nodded with a smile, ruffling your hair. You swatted him away as he stood back up, heading to the tent. “I’m turning in, lads. Don’t start a forest fire, please,” he called, stepping into the nylon suite.
You giggled, shooting a teasing look at Josh as you held your marshmallow stick over the coals. He threw his hands up across from you, smiling playfully. “Can’t start a fire if I’m going to bed too, bug.” He slapped his thighs and stood up with a groan, his inner grandpa shining through. Stretching his back, you caught him nudge Sam’s foot with his, subtly telling him to come with. Sam cleared his throat, looking from Josh to Jake to you. “Yeah, same here, long day and all, goodnight kids,” he smiled mischievously at you. Jake looked up at his brothers as they scurried away into the tent. You could hear the childish giggles inside the tent from way over by the fire and you rolled your eyes, sharing a knowing smile with Jake.
You tucked your knees up under your chin, shivering slightly in the cool air, the dying embers of the fire no longer keeping you warm. Jake furrowed his brow, watching you shrink into yourself, and he huffed, standing up and placing his guitar down gently in the chair and picking them both up, placing them directly beside you. You bit your lip shyly as Jake lifted his guitar again into his lap as he sat down, pulling off his faux-sheepskin lined denim jacket. He shifted in his seat, untangling his arms from it, and then brought it around to drape it over your shoulders. “There we go…” he muttered softly, arranging it around your body, “…better?”
You felt nauseous with butterflies. His scent surrounding you, his proximity, his warm soft jacket, the gesture itself… your head spun, but you managed to force out, “Y-yeah, thank you, Jake.” The only noise was the crickets chirping in the surrounding foliage, nothing to distract you from the boy beside you. It dawned on you that you were being set up by the other three miscreants, but you were undeniably enjoying their matchmaking, out here alone with Jake. It was such an intimate moment, you screamed at yourself to do something.
Your stomach flipped, but you turned your head to look at Jake anyway. Only to find his eyes already trained on you. His cheeks tinted pink, but he didn’t look away. Your eyes locked, and it could have been a split second or half an hour, you wouldn’t be able to tell.
He finally swallowed, looking down. “You ever play guitar anymore?” he asked softly.
You smiled softly. “No, haven’t since high school, I think.”
Jake nodded, smiling softly, and he reached over into your lap. Your breath hitched as his hand wrapped around yours. He guided the guitar between the both of you, half on your lap and half in his, making his thigh brush against yours. He gently placed your hand around the neck of his acoustic, shaping your fingers into the chord. He looked pointedly at your other hand, hinting for you to strum. You giggled under your breath and drug your thumb down the six strings. He smiled wide, glancing at you briefly before moving your fingers again. “Good, now this one,” he muttered to you. You strummed again, your hand warming up under his. He nodded, “Nice, then G,” he shaped your hand again, this time pulling your arm slightly to drop your wrist, easing the stretch of the chord in your hand. You strummed, but your eyes were lost in his profile, illuminated by the moonlight above. He looked ethereal, like he wasn’t even real.
He moved your fingers back to their original position, letting you strum again, and smiling brightly up at you. “There you go, now you can play practically every song on the radio since the fifties,” he chuckled.
You giggled, “How’s that?” Wanting to hear anything he had to say about music, or anything he wanted. Just wanting to hear his voice, really. It was so soft, raspy from the toke earlier in the evening and breathy in your close proximity.
He looked down at his hand, still wrapped warmly around your smaller one on the neck. “Those four chords comprise about ninety percent of western music,” he said, smirking, “and honestly, about ninety percent of our music.”
You giggled, tilting your head to look at him. “I dunno, I think there’s a lot more to your music than four chords,” you told him softly. “I think there’s something… really special about the songs you write.”
Jake’s eyes fluttered up to meet yours, and you saw the same vulnerable, tender warmth in his eyes you convinced yourself you made up all those times before. “Thank you,” he said softly, you nodding once in acknowledgement.
He exhaled softly, eyeing your face, and bring his hand away from yours around the neck of his guitar to cup your jaw softly. You leaned into his touch, terrified he’d run away again.
He gave you a fond, crooked smile, before muttering quietly, “I think there’s something really special about you, Bug.”
You smiled shyly at him, feeling your cheeks heating up, not from his hand. “Oh yeah?”
He nodded once, his eyes dipping questioningly to your lips and back. You met his intense gaze, and all the screaming, panicked frenzied voices in your head were suddenly muted. He leaned forward slowly, and you did too, keeping your eyes on his until his nose brushed against yours shyly. His breath fanned across your lips as he whispered, “Can I kiss you?”
You grinned far too wide for the moment, and nodded gently, closing the gap between your mouth and his.
Your lips molded together in a dizzying warmth. Kissing Jake was so much better than any daydream, his lips were supple and soft, and he pressed them to yours with just enough pressure to make your head spin. The hand that was still holding your jaw slipped back into your hair, gently holding your head close. His lips parted, realigning with yours at more of an angle, deepening the kiss. You faintly whimpered in your throat, his hot breath mixing with yours as the kiss got more intense. Jake seemed to like your little noise, a quiet sigh slipping from his lips. With a closing kiss, he gently pulled away from you. Your eyes fluttered open, dazed and giddy. You couldn’t help the goofy smile that stretched your cheeks. To your credit, Jake had a similarly stunned smile as he trailed his eyes over your face.
You couldn’t help the shy giggle that bubbled out of you, either. Jake smiled wider at your laughter, leaning back a little farther to see you more clearly. You bit your lip, softly confiding to him, “I’ve wanted that for a really long time.” His eyes almost seemed to droop as a lovesick grin took over his boyish face.
“God, me too,” he chuckled, shaking his head gently. You internally squealed and jumped in a circle, his confirmation all you’d ever wanted and more.
“We’re idiots, aren’t we,” you looked down bashfully. Jake sighed contentedly, “Oh yeah. Morons.” He leaned forward, pressing a gentle kiss to your nose, and smiling at the way you squirmed slightly and blushed.
He stood up then, opening his guitar case and laying his baby down securely, latching it up and then quickly tossing the bucket of water over the few remaining embers.
Guitar case in hand, he reached out his other one to you, smiling shyly. Your heart fluttered, taking his hand and standing up. He watched your face, bringing your hand up to his lips and kissing your knuckles. You giggled softly, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. “Are you trying to make me melt, Kiszka?”
He smiled wide, stepping away from the chairs and leading you to the tent. “And if I am?”
You bit your lip, “It’s working,” you confessed. He looked back at you over his shoulder, absolutely glowing under the moonlight. Your stomach flip-flopped again, and you felt yourself falling for him all over again. His eyes twinkled as he turned fully to face you, drawing you into his body. You were about ten feet from the tent, so you made sure to stifle the surprised giggle. Jake set his guitar case on the ground beside you, snaking both arms around your waist. You sighed softly, stepping impossibly closer to his body, your arms instinctively lacing around his neck.
“Good,” he whispered. “Cause you turn me into a puddle every single time I look at you.” One of his hands slid lovingly up your back as he looked down at you.
You tightened your arms around him, drawing him down to you tentatively. It was still sinking in that you kissed Jake, that you could kiss him again. You never wanted to stop, now, drunk on his lips.
He smiled softly as he pressed his lips to yours once more. You felt him smiling against your lips, and he pulled back just enough to whisper, “God, I can’t believe I’m kissing you.” He giggled breathily, returning to kiss you again. You huffed a quiet laugh through your nose, returning his kiss eagerly. Your hands tangled in his hair, gripping it gently, which made his legs falter. You stumbled forward into a tree, effectively pinning Jake against it as your mouths feverishly wrestled. He let out a strangled moan into your mouth, slipping his tongue against yours hungrily. You broke away, slightly out of breath, looking up into his darkened eyes.
For a few seconds, you both just stared at each other, mutually drinking in the flustered face in front of you. Jake cracked a crooked smile, whispering softly, “Wish we had our own tent.”
You blushed at his words, giggling breathlessly in surprise. “Naughty,” you joked quietly, biting your lip.
Jake flushed and his eyes widened, “I meant so I could kiss you more, I didn’t- I mean I want- but I mea-“ You giggled, shutting him up with a kiss. He melted in your touch, sighing softly as you pulled away. You gave him a bright grin.
“Well… you sort of get your wish.”
Jake furrowed his brow, “How’s that?”
You looked down shyly. “The other guys… they knew,” you clear your throat, “they knew I liked you, and well… I think if we go into that tent, we’re gonna find an empty section of it meant for us,” you finished, smirking bashfully.
Jake’s confused look morphed into a shit eating grin. “You been talkin’ to them about me, huh?” He cocked his head in mock arrogance.
You playfully thumped his shoulder. “You shush.”
He giggled, drawing you into him for another kiss in the night air. “That’s cute,” he said lowly against your lips.
You lightly nipped his bottom lip, giving him a cheeky smile. “What, you never talked to Josh about me?”
Now it was Jake’s turn to blush. His eyes darted nervously, quietly mumbling, “Yeah, maybe…” You smiled wider, pulling him impossibly closer and kissing his jaw, earning you a soft sigh.
“What did you talk about?” you whispered against his adorable little dimple, pressing a kiss to it.
Jake was unraveling at your flirty touches, getting increasingly flustered. “I- uhm, we talked… sometimes… well I talked, he listened,” he smirked bashfully, “Just… cute things you did… funny things you said to me, or like, certain dresses you wore, cute ways you’d do your hair,” he ran his fingers through your hair, causing you to shiver. You looked up at him, doe-eyed, hoping he’d continue.
“Sometimes I’d uhhh…” he blushed, swallowing, then shaking his head.
You smiled encouragingly, “You’d what, babe?”
His jaw fell open slightly, clearly enjoying your new use of the pet name. “I’d… I guess, theorize? About what kissing you would be like,” he ended with a breathy whisper.
You blushed, but you were absolutely beaming at the revelation. You stood on your tiptoes, pecking his lips teasingly, then turning and pulling him with you towards the tent’s door without another word.
You paused at the door, listened for a second, hearing no snoring. You rolled your eyes, knowing they were definitely eavesdropping, and you unzipped the entrance, stepping inside and kicking your sandals off. Jake followed suit, and you made eye-contact, winking at him before you stepped over the bodies of your friends, not-so-gently stepping on Sam’s leg.
“OW- fuck,” he hissed, curling into himself. You and Jake laughed, joined by Danny and Josh who’d given up their façade as well, and you nudged his lanky frame with your foot, “Sorry Sammy, didn’t see ya there!” You gave him your best innocent face, to which he groaned and rolled away from you. “Meanie.”
You rolled your eyes with a smile and unzipped the inside door to the next segment of the tent. You let Jake step in beside you, and after you zipped up the door, you heard Josh giggling on the other side, a quiet “Ooo la la,” quickly followed by a muffled “Oof-“ as presumably Danny kicked him.
You and Jake made eye contact and held back a laugh, unfurling your sleeping bags.
You bit your lip, laying yours beside Jake’s well-loved blue plaid one. “You still got that thing?”
He followed your eyes to his sleeping bag, and nodded, “Yeah, lots of memories in that thing,” he smirked.
You gave him a disgusted look, to which he laughed and quickly said “Not that, ew.”
You giggled, feeling giddy still, “Ew? What, do girls have cooties, Jacob?”
He snorted, shaking his head and flopping down, wiggling his legs into the sack. “Yeah, keep your distance, will ya?”
You responded by flopping down beside him, then promptly wiggling like an oversized caterpillar towards him until your sides were pressed together. You flashed him a wide smile, and he giggled, “Oh shit, well now I’m already contaminated. Guess we may as well quarantine together.”
You snickered, bringing your voice down to a hushed whisper, guaranteeing only Jake’s ears would hear you. “I heard kissing is a great way to boost the immune system, y’know.”
He turned his head, leaning up on his elbow over you, smug as anything. “I’ve heard that too, we’d better try it. For science, you know,” he leaned down with a smirk.
You nodded quickly, “For science.” His lips met yours, skipping the gentle hesitant kisses and slipping his tongue immediately along your bottom lip. You held back a moan at his boldness, losing yourself into the sensations as you made out with your crush in a tent. High school you would’ve fainted if she could see you now. Jakes hand roamed up from its place on your shoulder, smoothing along your neck and collarbones. His hot, wet kisses consumed your every thought, and he slid his hand southward more. You gasped slightly into his mouth as it cupped your boob, and he quickly pulled back, retracting his hand as well.
“I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have, I should’ve asked-“ He cupped your cheek apologetically, and you quieted him with a kiss for the second time. Quite effective method, you noted to yourself.
You gave him a cheeky smile. “No, it was a good gasp, I liked it,” you breathed, taking his hand in yours and guiding back to your chest. His face quickly morphed from regret to relief, then to hunger. “Oh,” he choked out.
Diving back down to resume the kiss, he ran his hand down your front. You whimpered quietly into the heated kiss, and he took it as encouragement, slipping his chilly hand under your shirt. You flinched slightly at the temperature shock, earning you a playful giggle from Jake, who promptly flattened his freezing hand against your stomach. You hissed, squirming under his touch with a breathless giggle, “No, you’re fucking frozen solid!”
He nodded, smiling mischievously, flipping his hand and pressing the equally cold back of his hand against you.
You squealed silently and shoved his hand away, quickly pushing him back and rolling to lean over him, pinning his icicle hands above his head. “What are you, dead?? Why’re you so cold, huh?”
His face quickly twisted in surprise and lust, and you realized the nature of your position over him. You blushed and smiled smugly, pecking his nose and falling back into your own sleeping bag. Jake exhaled beside you, and you pretended not to notice the way he adjusted his sweatpants.
You shivered, “you gave me a chill, Cob.”
He rolled his eyes and snickered at the use of that nickname, looking at you playfully. “First of all, don’t fucking call me that, for the hundredth time, and second of all, why don’t we warm each other up?”
You blushed, looking at him hesitantly. He broke into a smile, “I just mean sharing a sleeping bag, God, I swear I don’t think with my dick that much.” He shook his head.
You giggled, “You’re the one with the euphemisms, what do you expect me to think?”
He tsked at you, “Dirty mind, you have.” He unzipped his sleeping bag, holding up the edge to you invitingly, smiling hopefully at you. You couldn’t resist that adorable face, and you wrinkled your nose as you gave in, wiggling around until you were encapsulated in his bag, your own fully unzipped and laid over the both of you like a blanket.
You sighed and relaxed into Jakes body, resting your hand on his chest. “God, I never would’ve thought the day would end like this,” you mumbled contentedly. Jake grinned wide, kissing your forehead. “Yeah, same, but I’m so, so glad it did,” he told you softly. You smiled, burying your face into his neck shyly, and hesitantly bring your leg up to hook around his. You paused for a second, “this okay?”
He hummed his approval, nuzzling into the top of your head and snaking his arms around you in return. You could’ve died right then and there, happier than you can ever remember being.
“Perfect,” he mumbled, mouth squished against your hair. You bit your lip, inwardly squealing once more. You squeezed his side, a sort of hug in the tight quarters you were tangled in.
Before you knew it, your eyes were fluttering open to the sound of birds calling overhead. Sun was shining through the nylon walls of the tent, warming up the tent like a sauna. You’d never slept better in your life, despite the rather hard sleeping pad.
You rolled your neck, your muscles screaming at you for the awkward position, but you were so elated you didn’t care. Beside you, having rolled even closer in his sleep, was Jake in all his morning glory. Sweat made his hair cling to his forehead, his lips parted as he softly snored. His cheeks were slightly flushed from the warm air, and his arms were tightly wound around your body.
You realized one of his hands had migrated to your ass sometime in the night, gripping your butt cheek firmly even in his slumber. You rolled your eyes affectionately, and laid your head back down, just watching him breathe.
It was so peaceful, so calm and sweet. It dawned on you that it was too quiet, and you carefully raised your wrist, checking the time.
You figured the other three had gotten tired of waiting, and left already for the hike Sam had wanted to go on. You were more than happy for their absence, able to talk freely to Jake when he decided to wake up.
Snuggling back into his side, he hummed softly in his sleep, drawing you into his body even closer.
Your eyes shot open suddenly, as a foreign object made itself known against your thigh. Your face heated quickly, eyeing his face closely for any sign of consciousness. He let out another snore, proving that he was unaware of his body’s involuntary reaction to your proximity.
You let out a shaky breath, heat flooding down your body. You weren’t about to make any moves on him in his sleep, but dear god, it was right there-
You were shaken once again as Jake moaned under his breath, the hand on your ass squeezing the flesh and pulling you firmly against him. Against him. His hips shifted slightly, grinding his erection into your leg. Your jaw fell open, frozen in this purgatory. You didn’t want to wake him, but you really wanted to wake him. You wondered what he was dreaming about.
He repeated the motion, grinding into you again, his moan more articulated this time, ending in a mumbled word, you were pretty sure was a slurred, ‘fuck.’
The heat pooling between your legs was getting harder to ignore. This was something you’d dreamed about, something you’d fantasized would happen. You wanted him so bad, but not like this. Not unconscious, without his knowledge. It wasn’t right.
Making your decision, you reached up and cupped his face gently. “Jake,” you whispered.
He didn’t respond, only moving his hips again, his lips parting with a silent groan. His brows pulled together in the centre of his forehead, mumbling-
“Yeah… please, Bug-“ His breath hitched, interrupting his sleep talking.
You whined under your breath, feeling too hot for your own skin. It was you, he was having a wet dream about you.
“Jake,” you spoke, running your thumb across his cheek a few times. Jake’s snore ended in a snort, swallowing and then blinking his eyes open. The second they focused on you, he froze, lifting his hand a few inches off your ass.
“Goodmorning,” he said shakily, his morning rasp accompanying the rapid spread of his blush.
You bit your lip, deciding to tease him a little. You leaned forward, pecking the tip of his nose and “accidentally” pressing your thigh into his rock hard length.
His short gasp fueled you, and you smirked. “It’s a great morning.”
Jake’s eyes were hazy, struggling to stay focused on your face, but you weren’t sure if it was from sleep or lust. Likely a combination, but you wanted to press a little harder. You innocently brought your knee upwards, dragging your leg along his cock through his sweatpants. You bit your lip hard, watching his eyes nearly roll back and a quiet, breathy groan escaping his chest.
He met your eyes, questioningly. You answered by leaning in and kissing him softly. He melted under your kiss, hands wrapping around your middle and pulling you on top of him. You straddled his hips, moaning softly against his pillowy lips, spurring him on further. You wanted him desperately, unable to stop yourself from grinding your heat into his cock, rocking slowly.
Jake finally let out a real moan, and you nearly fainted at the sound. He was so fucking gorgeous in every way, of course he’d have the most amazing moans. His hands found your hips, crashing his lips back onto yours as he guided you back and forth. Your leggings were probably soaked through at this point, you’d never been so horny in your life. The heated makeout escalated as one of Jake’s hands slipped up under your shirt, brushing his fingertips against your underboob with an astonished sounding gasp. He bucked his hips up into you, moving his hand up to cup and squeeze your tit, swiping his thumb across your nipple.
You whimpered pathetically and Jake growled lowly, lifting you up his body slightly. He lifted your shirt up over the swell of your breasts, his hungry eyes drinking in your bare chest. You ground against his stomach with a needy whimper, and Jake exhaled shakily, pulling your shirt off the rest of the way. He looked up at you then, softly checking in. “Is this alright?”
Your face softened, and you nodded. “Yeah, baby, this is great.”
He smiled wide, pulling you down and lightly licking your nipple. “Baby, huh?” He sucked gently, looking up at you through his lashes. ”I like that.”
You bit your lip, trying to hold in a needy whimper. You shifted down his body, resettling over his groin and burying your face in his neck. Jake sighed, tilting his head to give you better access to his soft, sweet smelling skin. You experimentally flattened your tongue, laving hot French kisses down alongside the tendon of his neck. Jake immediately let out a breathy groan, lacing his fingers in your hair and planting his feet. He bucked his hips up, firmly grinding his covered cock into your over heated center.
You couldn’t stop the moan that flew out of you. He was rock hard, straining against his grey sweat pants angrily. You pulled back from him, looking down to where your bodies met. You looked back up at him through your lashes, innocently. Jake bit his lip, squeezing your hips and watching you.
You spoke softly after a deep breath. “You know me, I’m not a first date kind of girl.”
Jake nodded, understanding and relaxing his grip on your hips, allowing you the freedom to climb off him. Your heart softened, his respect for you only making you want him more. He wasn’t even gonna be disappointed, he valued your comfort that much.
“But,” you continued, smirking at the little flicker of hope that ignited all the same in Jake’s eyes. “You’re not a first date, are you.”
He tentatively smirked. “I suppose not?” he rasped.
You rolled your hips against his once more, making him gasp and flutter his eyelids. “If you’ll have me… I want you so bad.” You confessed softly.
Jake let out a soft grunt of desire, pulling you down by your neck to kiss him. Your lips moved together, moaning softly as your hips did the same.
“I’ve never wanted anything or anyone more than I want you, now, and always,” Jake breathed against your lips, his forehead pressing against yours. “I love you, I don’t care if it’s too soon, or whatever, I do. I’ve loved you for ages.”
Jake’s confession made your heart swell in your chest, your jaw falling open slightly. You kissed him again, softer and more passionately than before. He relaxed under you, soothed by your eager response. You broke away, only enough to whisper, “I love you, Jake.”
His smile was face-splitting as he rolled you both over. You giggled as he pressed kisses all over your face, hovering over your body. He chuckled breathlessly, continuing to flutter kisses anywhere he could reach, speaking between them, “You, are, so, fucking, cute, yknow that?”
You squirmed, giggling and holding his face in your hands to pause his attack. “Not as cute as you, Cob.” He rolled his eyes, giggling regardless. “I liked baby better, but I suppose old habits die hard.”
You pecked his lips, “Well, baby,” another peck, “I think,” peck, “we should take advantage of this empty tent while we can.”
He smirked devilishly at your words, running one hand down your side and supporting his weight on the other. His trailed down your body, slipping his fingers into your waistband of your leggings. “I’d be inclined to agree, doll.”
You tugged his shirt upwards, pulling it over his head with his assistance. He was immediately back down over you, kissing across your collarbone and down between your breasts. He swung his knee over your thighs, evenly distributing his weight to free his other hand. He cupped both of your breasts, squishing them together and moaning softly as he kissed and sucked hickeys all over them. You were quivering and whimpering under his attention, his fingers moving to roll and pinch your nipples gently.
“Jake,” you strained, “more, please.”
He looked up at you smugly. “Mm, I fucking love the way you say my name like that.” His hands smoothed down your sides, thumbs hooking in your leggings. His eyes widened slightly, not feeling a second waistband under them.
He shakily exhaled, looking up at you hungrily. “No panties?” he breathed. You bit your lip, shaking your head. His eyes darkened, muttering, “Dirty girl,” before sliding them over your hips. He pulled them down off your ankles, readjusting between your legs instead of straddling them. He rested his hands on your knees, looking up at you before pulling them gently apart. You blushed slightly, giving him a cheeky smirk and looking down. You could feel how wet you were, and as his eyes dipped down, they hooded darkly. He let out a feral groan, his brows knitting together.
“You’re so wet…” he practically whimpered, his calluses scraping down your inner thigh gently as he neared your opening. You bit your lip hard, arching your back slightly in impatience. He smirked, shoving you down by your hipbones with both hands. “Relax, doll.”
You gave him a pleading look, “Jake… I need you, don’t tease.”
His eyes softened and he leaned down over you, giving you a soft kiss. “I know, pretty girl, I’m gonna make you feel so… good…” He whispered against your lips, grinding lightly into you through his sweatpants with the last two words. You whimpered, nodding lightly, all words having left your brain.
He made his way down your body, holding eye contact with you as he descended. You let out a shaky breath, watching him settle on his stomach between your legs. He smirked then, pulling a hair elastic from around his wrist. He quickly threw his hair up in a loose bun, giving you a wink as he leaned down. He pressed a kiss to your inner thigh, still watching you closely. You just observed, on the edge of your metaphorical seat. He kissed a trail up your thigh, nipping the skin between his teeth occasionally. Finally, he gave you another dark smirk, and dove down, licking a hot flat stripe from your soaking wet entrance up over your clit.
You moaned softly, your hand sliding down of its own accord to lace in his hair. He groaned softly as you tugged him into you, latching his lips around your clit and slipping his tongue around the bud lazily. His arms snaked under your thighs, wrapping around them and resting on your hips. His face pressed further into your wet slit, sucking your clit and creating an obscene slurping noise. He then began flicking his tongue over your clit expertly.
“Ja- OH fuck, oh god, yes, Jake, yesss,” you whined helplessly. Your hips bucked as much as they could through his restraints, grinding into his face harder. He groaned into you, the vibrations shooting straight into your tight bundle of nerves. Your jaw fell open, head leaning back. It was almost too much for you to keep your eyes open, overwhelming watching Jake’s talented mouth work at you, but you forced your eyes to stay on him. Months of pining behind you, you weren’t gonna miss a second of this. Jake hitched one of your thighs higher over his shoulder, his fingers gripping tightly to support this new angle. His lips stayed attached to you as his head angled slightly to the side. You bucked slightly and moaned again, panting heavily. Then his other hand slithered out from under your other leg, pushing your knee further out before bring his fingers up to your entrance. His eyes found yours, shooting you a devilish wink before slipping two fingers into you slickly.
Your head tossed back, the hand in his hair tugging at his roots in desperation. “Fuck, oh my god-“ you groaned, his fingers pumping in and out of you and scissoring perfectly, nudging your g spot as they curled. “Jake… ‘M gonna cum, please, please don’t stop-“ Your muscles spasmed, clenching tighter around his fingers.
Jake groaned into you, sucking your clit harshly and lightly shaking his face back and forth. “Soak me, baby,” he mumbled hoarsely against your clit, immediately latching back on. He sucked your clit into his mouth, his tongue flicking over it rapidly, and with a final curl of his rough fingers inside you, you spasmed with your orgasm.
You bucked and cried out, arching into his face and pulling his hair. “JAKE ohhh, oh fuck, yes, oh god,” you practically sobbed, riding out your high against his perfect mouth.
Jake gently brought you down, licking softly at you and drawing his fingers back out. You blinked your eyes open, watching him sit up, licking his fingers clean as he looked over you in admiration.
You blushed, smiling lazily up at him. “Holy fuck,” you giggled, still breathless.
Jake smiled proudly. He came up beside you, leaning over your body and pulling you into him by your hip. He tilted his head, kissing you gently. You sighed against his lips contentedly and you felt him smile into the kiss. Pulling away enough to look you in the eyes, he reached and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.
“You taste so fucking good,” he breathed, eyeing your face. “I could eat that pretty pussy for hours.”
You pulled him down, crashing his mouth against yours again. He groaned softly, wrestling his tongue with yours. His length twitched against your thigh and you pressed into it, earning you a gasp.
“My turn,” you said as you pushed him flat on his back. He bit his lip, catching your eye. “You sure? I didn’t do that for anything in return,” he assured you gently. You nodded and gave him a cheeky smile. “I know, babe.” You kissed his chest right above his right pectoral. “I want your cock in my mouth more than anything,” your words muffled as you left a trail of wet hot kisses down his abdomen. He let out a strained moan, his hand lacing into your hair as you came to his waist band.
You looked up at him, immediately feeling a rush of desire at his flushed cheeks and dark, hooded eyes. He leaned up on his elbow to watch you, and you tugged his sweats down an inch. You gave him a smirk, cooing softly, “No underwear on you, either.”
“Guess that makes me a dirty boy,” he smirked, referencing his words earlier.
You tugged his sweats down further, dragging them over his erection teasingly. He inhaled sharply as they drug over his swollen tip, and your mouth watered at the sight of him. He was definitely the biggest you’d ever seen, not that you had seen very many, but still. Perfectly girthy, and pretty to look at. Blueish veins decorated his length, and his soft pink head leaked precum, a white pearlescent bead forming near his delicate slit. You ran your hand from its place just above his knee up to the v of his groin, biting your lip hard. He watched your reaction smugly, but quickly lost the upper hand when you brought your finger down that dip in muscle inwards toward his base. Your fingers slipped down over his dark brown pubic hair, finally wrapping gently around him. His breath shuddered at your touch, his abdomen clenching.
You breathily said, “You’re so big,” and his jaw fell open slightly, puffing gently in his flustered state. He was already so worked up, you felt so powerful. You squeezed his base once, bring your fist up his impressive length, gently twisting at the tip, then back down. Jake whined shakily, his head falling forward, watching through his lashes.
You smiled, repeating the motion a few more times, enjoying his breathy sighs and whimpers.
In a moment of clarity, Jake growled in his chest as his erection twitched in your hand. “I thought you said you wanted my cock in your mouth,” he rumbled deeply.
You licked your lips, batting your eyelashes at him. “Mmm, you want me to suck it, Jakey?” You leaned forward, lightly kissing his tip. He clenched his abdomen tightly again, hissing through his teeth.
“Please, doll… wanna feel that pretty mouth around me,” he gritted, bucking his hips slightly under your weight. Another wave of wet desire pooled between your thighs, and you couldn’t bear it anymore. You were teasing yourself just as much as him.
Lowering your head, you brought his velvety head into your mouth, sucking gently as you stroked his base. He let out a feral groan, the hand in your hair tightening, but not pushing.
You almost wish he would.
Your tongue swirled around his head in your mouth, then you moved to lick up the full length of him. You returned his desire-crazed expression with a grin, lapping from the delicate underside of his head to his small slit. He whimpered, his eyes fighting to stay open.
You sunk down then, as far as you could take him. His tip brushed the roof of your mouth near the back, almost making you gag but you breathed through your nose and relaxed. Jake groaned, fist tightening in your hair making you moan into him. He hissed, hips bucking involuntarily. You anticipated his jerkiness, luckily, moving with him and pinning his hips down.
You bobbed slowly, suctioning around him tightly. His jaw hung open in bliss, his brows tightly knit and turned upwards in the centre of his sweaty forehead.
“God-“ he panted, “C’mere, please baby,” his shaky hand pulled you up to his level after you released him teasingly. His lips met yours frantically, and he pushed you on your back, quickly crawling overtop of you.
“You want me?” he goaded, giving his cock a few jerks, guiding it up and down your wet folds.
You nodded, helplessly whimpering. “Please Jake.”
He buried his face in your neck, inhaling deeply, then kissing and sucking at the skin in the crook of your shoulder. “Want me to fuck you? Want my cock inside you baby?” He rutted through your folds, catching on your clit deliciously. You moaned weakly, nodding fast.
He growled softly. “Gonna fuck you so good you forget your own name, doll. Not gonna stop until youre soaking my cock, just like you soaked my face,” he rasped in your ear, turning your brain to mush.
“Please,” you squeaked out desperately, your nails digging into his shoulders. He lifted his face to kiss you feverishly, pushing into you smoothly. You both groaned as he stretched your walls with his girthy cock. Your eyes squeezed shut, soft whimpers accompanying each pant. Jake clenched his jaw, pulling out nearly all the way, then pushing back in deeply. You cried out hoarsely, scratching his back with your nails as they raked over him. He set a brisk pace, moaning your name in your ear. You knew you weren’t going to last long, not with his tip dragging over your g spot so deliciously with every thrust.
“Yes, yes, yes, fuck Jake, so good, feels so fucking good,” you babbled incoherently, his hips picking up even more. He groaned, looking down into your eyes, his hand coming up to wrap around your throat gently. His eyes were absolutely blown out, nearly black with lust as he slammed into you repeatedly. He grit his teeth, wrapping his other hand around your thigh, pulling it up to rest your calf on his shoulder. He sunk even deeper now, making your eyes roll back as you felt your second orgasm bubbling.
Jake all but snarled animalistically, “You’re mine, you’re all fucking mine, you’re my girl.” He began circling your clit with his fingers, momentarily pausing his hips to spit down onto your clit. He started right back up, meeting your eyes intensely. You whimpered and cried a string of agreement, not daring to look away.
“Say it, who’s are you?” he growled, leaning down to hover over your lips, driving his cock harder against your g spot at this angle. You practically sobbed, “Yours Jake, I’m yours, I’m yours!”
He wildly kissed you, groaning loudly as his cock twitched inside you. “Cum for me, babe, fucking cum all over my cock, make me yours,” he pleaded desperately. You cried out, clenching tightly around him at his words, spinning out of control into your orgasm. He pounded into you right through it, his own animalistic yell following yours. He twitched, pulling out quickly and desperately jerking himself through his own climax, shooting his load across your abdomen and spread open pussy. His chest heaved as he slowed down, his eyes fluttering open slowly.
You panted hard, still twitching around nothing as your afterglow set in, your muscles relaxing bit by bit. Jake grabbed his t shirt, wiping his release off you gently, extra careful around your sensitive slit. He balled it up, tossing it to the corner of the tent and collapsed beside you. You both snuggled into each other, slowly catching your breath as one.
A dopey smile spread across your face, and Jake felt it against his chest, smiling at the tent’s ceiling. “That was…” he trailed off dreamily.
You sighed happily, nuzzling into his warm chest. “Absolutely mind blowing? Yeah,” you mumbled against his skin.
His chest shook gently as he giggled. “Yeah?”
You smirked against his chest. “You know it was, don’t be smug.”
He kissed the top of your head, murmuring, “hard not to be smug when I’ve got the most beautiful girl in the world telling me I blew her mind.” You could just feel the grin on his face, and you rolled your eyes affectionately.
“Well I hope you know, you’re stuck with me now. You’ve ruined me for all other men, Cob,” you lamented dramatically.
He smiled wide above you, shifting to tilt your chin up. His nose to yours, he looked into your eyes. “Didn’t I say not to call me that?” He said teasingly.
You giggled softly, resting your hand on his warm chest. “What should I call you then?”
He bit his lip, his expression turning almost shy. His voice soft and sweet, he asked you, “How does um… how does ‘your boyfriend’ sound?”
His big brown puppy eyes searched yours hopefully, and you could’ve thrown up from the dizzying happiness you felt. Your smile nearly split your face as you nodded quickly, kissing him through your smile.
He pulled back with a giddy little laugh. “Yeah? You wanna be my girl?” His hand cupped your cheek.
You rubbed your nose against his sweetly, “More than anything. You wanna be my guy?”
He bit his lip, eyes twinkling with joy. “I already am, baby.” His arms snaked around your middle, pulling you close against his body. You sighed, swimming in this blissful feeling. “I love you, Jake, so fucking much.”
“I love you more, babygirl,” came his soft answer behind your ear.
You stayed like that, pressed together as close as humanly possible, for quite a while. You weren’t exactly sure how long, perfectly content to drink in and absorb the feelings and the moment. Jake’s soft breathing lulled you into a sleepy trance, completely relaxed and safe in his arms.
You were broken out of your reverie from the sound of breaking twigs and crunching footsteps approaching. You reluctantly sat up, grabbing your shirt as Jake grumbled sleepily, blindly reaching out for you to come back with his eyes shut. Your heart melted all over again, smiling like a lovesick puppy as you grabbed his outstretched hand. “Cmon, baby, the guys are back,” you cooed, kissing his fingertips. He smiled, crinkling his nose and fluttering open his eyes. “So?” he rasped.
You giggled, “soooo, you need to put clothes on.” You pulled your shirt over your head, followed by a light sweater.
He rolled his eyes, swatting dismissively. “Nothing they haven’t seen before.”
You snorted, “Not gonna ask. Up, cmon,” you swatted his bare ass playfully, earning you a cheeky smirk as he sat up. You finished getting dressed together, finally unzipping the inner tent door and climbing out into the sunlight. You squinted your eyes from the harsh light, Jake following behind you, rubbing at his.
Josh, Sam and Danny sat around last nights fire pit, beginning to light it again to boil some water for coffee. They all turned at the sound of the zipper, the three of them giving you and Jake matching smug grins.
You couldn’t hide the bashful grin or the blush that erupted on your face, which they read correctly as a confirmation of what just transpired. Josh shot up from his chair, whooping loudly, followed by Sam and Danny applauding playfully. You laughed and rolled your eyes as you flopped in your chair, and Jake in his. Sam gave you both a once-over, smirking knowingly. “You two are… glowing,” he remarked smugly.
Danny smiled, a little more tactfully than Sammy, simply offering a “congrats, you two.”
You and Jake looked at each other, shyly smiling with a mumbled, “thanks…”
Josh patted Jake on the back, grinning wide. “Obligatory ‘nice job bro’,” to which Jake snorted a quiet thanks, then Josh turned to you, “not so obligatory but I still mean it, I’m happy for you, Bug.” You beamed at him, opening your arms invitingly. Josh wrapped you up in a bear hug, lifting you off your chair and squeezing.
You patted his back, squeaking, “Josh… air…” He released you with a giggle, “sorry, just so excited.”
You couldn’t stop smiling, rubbing the back of your neck and sitting down again.
Sam leaned forward, perching his head on his hand, elbow on his bent knee. “So how was it?” he asked you.
Jake glared, “None of your business, little brother.” You giggled, shrugging helplessly to Sam, who snickered. “What? I gotta make sure hes doing his job right. You know where to look if he’s not satisfying you,” Sammy leered jokingly, waggling his eyebrows. You fake-retched, much to Jake’s amusement, and Danny snorted as well, his hand flying to cover his mouth as he laughed.
Sam’s jaw dropped. “I know I was kidding, but heyy!”
You patted Sam’s shoulder through your giggles, and you all moved on, bickering and laughing as you brewed the coffee, then making lunch.
The afternoon was just as easy, just as carefree and closeknit as before. You were relieved that your new relationship with Jake didn’t change the dynamic of the group, only giving the other three more material to tease you with.
Jake proudly held your hand nearly the whole day, not even letting go when you all jumped off the short cliff into the lake. He smiled over at you constantly, every so often pressing a sweet kiss to your cheek, smiling at the way you blushed each time. As the sky darkened and stars began popping into view, Jake played guitar beside you, goofily singing wrong lyrics to make you laugh and showing you different chords. When you curled into him that night, he whispered to you how much he loved you, and how happy and proud he was to be yours.
