#brimayden

And.

And Ja’Marr is only wearing briefs, briefs and nothing else and—

Thighs.

That sounds bad —Jayden’s aware it sounds bad, but that’s the only thought going through Jayden’s mind, the lub-dub lub-dub of his own heartbeat echoing in his ears because— 

Thighs. Calves. Arms. Abs —by God, he can see everything.

Ja’Marr raises his arms to yawn, defined muscles rippling over miles and miles of exposed tattooed skin, and that’s when Jayden’s lungs wheeze out the last remaining air he has left, but honestly, what a way to go—

And then Ja’Marr slides right onto Justin’s lap and places a hand behind Justin’s head and pulls him in and what in the fuck is happening. 

Ja’Marr Chase is shirtless and missing pants? Ja’Marr Chase is shirtless and missing pants and sitting in Justin Jefferson’s lap?  Ja’Marr Chase is shirtless and missing pants and sitting in Justin Jefferson’s lap and making out with him—

What. 

The.

Fuck.

Jayden’s mind feels like it’s glitching, feels like he’s in another world entirely, as the kiss quickly deepens into, well. 

It feels —entirely too intimate to watch, but at the same time, Jayden can’t look away from Justin cupping Ja’Marr's face and brushing a thumb over his cheeks. Can’t look away from Ja’Marr melting into the touch, then arching his back and fucking moaning and Jesus Christ, Justin is biting Ja’Marr’s lips and.

The kiss (if it still can be called that) is uncoordinated and messy and open-mouthed, tipping into sheer passion faster than Jayden can blink. More —teeth and —oh Lord, is that tongue— than lips against lips. 

It’s frenzied, it’s desperate, Jayden doesn’t know how else to describe it. Both of them letting their hands wander and reach and touch, wrapping their arms and legs around each other until Jayden can barely tell what limb belongs to whom, every inch of their bodies pressed against the other.

Like they can’t get enough of each other. Like they haven’t seen each other in months. Like the only thing that mattered was each other.

They’re like puzzle pieces, the way their bodies curve and fit against each other, the way their bodies remember each other. No, not a puzzle, Jayden realizes. And it’s not a surprise, not really. 

And again —who doesn’t remember 2019? Who doesn’t remember how it had been so damn easy for them, to know where the other was on the field without looking, to trust each other to run down the length of the field and make a jaw-dropping play? 

It makes sense —that they already know every part of each other, but despite that… maybe because of that, they’re still hungry for more.

Jayden wonders how people can ever look at them without seeing this. He wonders how he never saw this.

A movement catches his eye, Justin’s other hand snaking down Ja’Marr’s side to grip his thigh and the fucking briefs aren’t hiding nothing—

I’m watching Ja’Marr Chase getting hard in Justin Jefferson’s lap, Jayden thinks faintly. How is this my life.

The kiss could’ve lasted for a minute or five, Jayden doesn’t fucking know. He lost track of time the minute he saw Ja’Marr standing in the hallway.

Eventually, Justin is the one to pull back first, all kiss-swollen lips and hair freshly mussed from Ja’Marr tugging on it wow —and mutters loud enough for Jayden, Malik, and Brian to hear, “Didn’t know you wanted to give the kids a show.”

There’s a beat of silence before Ja’Marr flies off Justin, nearly knocking down a pitcher of water as he spins around and his huge —panicked— eyes meet Jayden’s own. 

Jayden's physically not capable of blinking right now, let alone looking away, so he can’t check, but he’s pretty sure that Brian and Malik are in the same boat as him. (Jayden can’t help but notice that Justin’s arm is still wrapped around Ja’Marr’s waist.)

Ja’Marr opens his mouth, closes it, and opens it again.

“Oh!” Ja’Marr’s voice is at least an octave higher than it normally is, when he finally does say something, “G’morning!”

Jayden doesn’t know what to say. So. He doesn't say anything. Ja'Marr's lips are still kiss-swollen —and yeah, there was definitely some biting in that kiss. Ja’Marr —very obviously— is still shirtless. Still in fucking briefs. Still standing in front of Jayden, Malik, and Brian practically naked. There’s —it’s— Justin doesn’t know what to say.

He watches, distantly, as Justin pulls Ja’Marr closer—fingers tightening over Ja’Marr’s hips, a mischievous grin dancing on his lips. Ja’Marr lets himself be moved, still staring like a deer in headlights at Jayden —before he realizes what’s going on and flicks his eyes down at Justin for a split second and hisses “stop it” before going back to awkwardly stare at the three of them.

So that’s how the next few moments go: Justin pouting, Ja’Marr staring at them with the widest eyes Jayden has ever seen, and Jayden really honestly trying his best to keep his thoughts clean. He’s failing.

And of course, that’s when Joe fucking Burrow comes out of the kitchen —apparently done cooking and plating the eggs, because he’s placing a plate of scrambled eggs down —and he kisses Justin. 

Maybe kiss was the wrong word —it’s more of a tender brush of the lips, a sharp contrast to the passionate embrace a few minutes ago. But despite the fact that it barely lasts a second, there’s something equally intimate about the way Joe uses two fingers to tilt Justin’s chin before he brushes back his hair. When Joe draws back, Justin’s answering grin is brighter than the diamonds he usually wore, a smile that has nothing to do with trophies or championships. “Thanks babe.” 

Joe’s answering smile is soft —crinkled eyes on full display— before he turns to his right and kisses a still awkwardly-shifting Ja’Marr. This one is still gentle, but with more intention to it, with one hand splayed possessively on the small of Ja’Marr’s back, pulling him in. Like he knows that part of Jayden’s brain is still stuck on Ja’Marr’s long, long legs and thick calves and thighs.

For a moment, Ja’Marr sinks into it —the tension leaving his shoulders, dark eyelashes fluttering shut— before his eyes fly open and he breaks off the kiss, letting out a surprised “mmph” in the process and gesturing towards where Jayden, Malik, and Brian are sitting and.

And.

Oh. Ohhh.

The metaphorical light bulb finally flickers on.

Jayden feels like he’s been hit by a sledgehammer, his entire worldview shifting slightly left as everything just clicks.

Ja’Marr and Justin dancing —oh, they were grinding against each other. Wow. Justin having the keycard to the complex and Joe answering the door —was it Ja’Marr’s condo? or did all three of them own it?— clearly having been woken up, still in his pajamas. Justin knowing where the sheets were and Ja’Marr giving them a pile of clothes and letting them know where to find the toiletries -.

God, how had he not noticed? The easy way Justin and Joe had navigated around each other, around Ja’Marr’s kitchen —the fact that they were even in the house in the first place, cooking breakfast while Ja’Marr was in the shower.

The Pro Bowl, the Super Bowl party last year, the NFL honors party this year —

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