#ask mars

As the party dimmed and fizzled outside you found yourself nursing a beer at the kitchen counter, not caring to listen to the drunk babblings of those still by the campfire. You especially didn't care to listen to Jake talk about... whatever it was the he talked about. It had gotten so bad that you'd called him out for being an asshole in front of everyone, firing back he called you uptight and a buzzkill. You didn't leave because you were at all wounded by his words, you just needed to leave before you decided to throat punch him.

You're pulled out of your thoughts when the sliding door opens and none other than the subject of your loathing struts into the room, empty beer bottle slid between his fingers in a way that makes your thighs press together.

"You having fun alone in here, buzzkill?"

"Shut up, Jake." You snap, turning away from him and pressing your back to the counter. You slug back what's left of your beer and smack it down onto the marbled surface, angrily wiping your mouth and grimacing at the taste.

"Or what? You gonna throw some more lousy punches in hopes that they land? You're absolutely pathetic when it comes to insults."

Despite his venomous words Jake steps away from the fridge and deposits himself in front of you against the sink, handing you a fresh beer.

"Fuck. You." You spit.

"In your wildest dreams." The way he winks at you makes it extremely hard to decide if you'd like to slap that smug look off of his face or feel his smirk pressed against your throat.

"You're the worst, you know that right?" You can't help the small huff of a laugh that escapes you when you think about your predicament. Jake is the farthest thing from bad looking and when you get in your little spats it just serves as a reason for you to find yourself with your hand slipping below the covers late at night.

"Oh is that so?" He's moving closer to you now, closing the distance so that you're trapped against the counter.

"Yeah, you're insufferable."

"You know I love it when you talk dirty to me," He chuckles.

"Not to mention you're a fucking pig."

He hums gripping the edge of the counter on either side of you and bringing his face so his lips are hovering over yours. You shrink away from him, not because you're uncomfortable but because you're worried you'll make a decision soon to be regretted.

"I'm wounded." He pouts, giving a little sigh.

When he moves in even closer, so damn close to breaking the one and only rule you've set out for yourself when it comes to Jake you don't even hate him for it. You can only beg him to keep going.

"Jake--" Without thinking you bring your hands to the open edges of his button down.

"I haven't even touched you yet and you're already squirming." Slowly, Jake traces a hand up the inside of your thigh, just missing where you have dreamed of him venturing for so many nights, to you navel, up your sternum. Finally he lets his palm sit at the base of your throat, fingers just loosely wrapped around your neck. "You look good with my hand around your throat."

Words have escaped you and you can barely think about your actions as you pull him in, closing the short distance and feverishly pressing your lips to his. He kisses you back and matches your fervor, letting his tongue glide into your mouth. The entire world has melted around you, it's only you and Jake, and that's all that matters.

Your name tumbles past his lips when you thread your fingers into his hair to help anchor you as his hands roam your body and you're so unwilling to pull away that when he does a high pitched whine escapes you.

"Let's go upstairs."

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