A ship and a fic title? This sounds like so much fun!
Jake x Stevie - 'Wood' You Like A Whisky or Whatever?
(sorry, couldn't resist! 😁)
Or maybe,
Patrick x David - Only One Pizza
Hi, Friend!!! Thank you for these delightful suggestions. I definitely lol’d over the first one. As per usual this did not go where I thought, sooo… enjoy! 💙
Stevie doesn’t remember exactly when Jake showed up in Schitt’s Creek. The details are, like most of her youthful memories, a bit hazy. All she knows is at some point he did what Jake does - appeared out of thin air, made himself at home, and went about living his easy, breezy life.
In a town this small, it didn’t take them long to encounter each other. Stevie doesn’t trust most people, but she feels safe with him. He doesn’t demand, well, anything in exchange for his time. She never feels pressured to do more than simply exist when they’re together. And she likes that he never apologizes for who he is or how he conducts himself. Not like there’s anything remotely objectionable. Well, there is the whole kissing on the mouth as a greeting situation. That’s definitely weird at the very least.
Stevie pushes the door open to the shop. Inside Jake is hunched over a power saw, carefully marking a board for measurements. She waits patiently, silently appreciating the way his muscles flex, and the miles of tan skin on display. They’ve never had sex or even had a makeout session, but she’s heard the stories about him. It’s been far too long since she had her needs met, so the urge to suddenly lick the bead of sweat on his collarbone isn’t exactly surprising.
“Stevie! I didn’t hear you come in.” He tucks the pencil behind his ear, already making his way over to her. “Good to see you.”
She means to return the greeting (minus the kiss on each cheek), but what comes out instead is, “So, what’s your deal?”
Jake scratches his head, looking appropriately puzzled. “Uh, excuse me?”
“You’re attractive, perpetually single, and have a reputation around town for being some kind of alleged sex god.”
“Not how I’d put it, but yeah, I do pretty well,” he says through a chuckle, planting his hands on his hips. “What’s it to you?”
“Maybe I just wanted to find out if the rumors were true,” she answers, shrugging her shoulders in an attempt to feign nonchalance.
”Right.” He hooks a finger under her chin, tilting her head up. His eyes appear darker, a little wilder. Stevie’s pulse starts to race. The featherlight touch on her skin, that singular point of contact, seems to set every nerve ending on fire. She’s already restless to touch and be touched everywhere. “So, was that enough to satisfy your curiosity?”
They’ve drifted even closer, leaving millimeters of space between them. Their lips are nearly touching, all she would have to do is sway the tiniest bit forward to take what she wants.
“You know what?” She murmurs, her hand instinctively reaching out, pressing on the solid wall of muscle beneath his thin undershirt, sliding up, up, up to his chest. “I think I’m gonna need a bit more.”
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