#jerkuff

Jeff looked around his apartment, suddenly anxious about his two impending guests. He had spent the last few hours unpacking and cleaning up his living room. The couch was now free of debris, the empty boxes stacked neatly near the door to go out next time he took out the trash. His television and entertainment system was mostly set up- he would need a little more brain power to set up the sound system, so he would save it for another day after a good night of sleep.

He just hoped it was enough. It was plain, but the furniture was comfortable and thankfully, he didn't look like a slob. Jeremy and Kurt seemed like... Well, they were the cool kids, and Jeff was that annoying kid who just bothered them until they agreed to hang out with him, just to get him to shut up. He was adamant, he knew that. He just couldn't help but feel the twist in his stomach that told him he was ruining some kind of personal alone time for Jeremy and Kurt.

Breathing out a sigh, the blonde set his laptop on the second tier of the tv stand, hooking it up to the television to see Netflix come up. He smiled to himself as he pulled up the Supernatural page, jumping clear out of his skin when he heard the knock at the door. The blonde, shot up, racking his fingers through his hair before leaping over the couch, landing with a heavy thud before moving to open the door, grinning wide.

Jere signs on.

Me: Hi :D

Her: Hi

Her: brb

Six months ago I joined this rp with the intention of waiting until the person playing Kurt left the rp, so I could quit Jeff and fill the role.

Six months ago, I met one of the best people I have ever met in my life and started a journey that was seriously eye opening and life changing.

Jeff stepped into the house, chewing on his bottom lip. Today had been a roller coaster, between the incident with his father and seeing Santana and talking to Austin. He felt exhausted and wanted nothing more than to curl back up in his bed with his dog- or preferably, his boyfriends- and wake up to a new day tomorrow. But it was six pm, and he'd told Kurt and Jeremy to be ready by six-fifteen, so they would be where they needed to be by six-thirty. He knew Kurt had been out all day, and it made him feel bad that the was possibly putting the younger man out, but for once in Jeff's life the timing meant everything.

"Kurt, Jere? You guys almost ready?" he called, rubbing Cosmo's ears at the foot of the steps. He was dressed and ready, in a crisp white dress shirt, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and dark wash jeans, cut in such a way that anyone who knew him knew that Kurt had picked them out and tailored them just so. Jeff was worried the others wouldn't be ready, even though they could really wear whatever they wanted. It would just be them.

Leaning against the banister, Jeff worked his hands through his hair. Everything at the location was set up; it's where he'd just been before coming home, setting everything up, making sure it was perfect. Perfection was key tonight. Perfection was his make it or break it. He shifted, his thigh pressing against the railing, pressing the small, black velvet box into his muscle, making his chest constrict. Oh god. There were his nerves.

OOC Note: Takes place Monday morning.

He had his permission. He had the permission, and everything seemed so real. Jeff was going to ask Kurt to marry him. Jeff was going to ask Jeremy to marry him. They would say yes- it sent chills down his spine to think of any other option, make his throat choke and body tremble. They were going to make it official and everything would be okay.

He needed to tell his parents first.

The blonde pulled his old Wrangler into the driveway of his parents' home, noticing only his dad's vintage pick up was in the driveway. He shrugged, figuring his mom would be back soon enough, shutting the door of his car behind him and heading into the ranch style home. It was huge, each of the kids had their own room, and while it certainly was modern and nice, it was clearly worn and lived in. The blonde smiled, inhaling deeply and smelling the scent of cinnamon bread and beach that reminded him of home. He frowned as he walked towards the kitchen, catching a whiff of something he wasn't supposed to. Alcohol.

"Dad?" he called out, swallowing and heading into the room, spotting his father leaning against the island in the middle of the kitchen, his fingers looped around the neck of a Jack Daniels bottle.

His dad was a great guy, really. He was friendly and funny, a little out there, and owned an extremely successful franchise of surf shops. But Rob Duval had his vices. A recovered alcoholic, hadn't touched a drop in years. When Rob was drunk, he wasn't himself. He was angry, he yelled a lot, and he said things that hurt. He could remember one particular incident when his dad had come home from the bar drunk and had stomped around the house, bellowing in a sickly sing song manner about how his mother and his children- the oldest of which was seven at this point- were useless to him. He remembered his mom ferrying him and his sister out of the house, telling them to go play with Nick and Austin, ask Maryanne if you can have a sleep over, yeah? He was never violent, never. But whenever his tongue got loose, it was just as bad, if not worse.

"Dad, what are you doing?" Jeff asked, swallowing and stepping towards the man, reaching for the bottle. His dad simply tightened his fist around the neck, looking up at Jeff. His eyes were bloodshot and his hair disheveled. He looked like shit. 

"What's going on, Dad," Jeff asked softly, tentatively taking a seat across from the man. He wondered where his mom was; he knew his siblings to be out, probably at the beach or a friend's house. That's how he'd spent most of his childhood, and was glad that they were out of the house. They didn't need to see their father like this. No one did. Rob looked right into his face, mouth set in a thin line before he spoke, words tangling together in slurs.

"It's your fault," he started, raising one finger to point at Jeff, who paled, tilting his head to the side. "Your mama... She loves you. She raised you right. But you were always the weird one, you'd... Do shit your own way. An' your mama loved you for it. Loves you." The man paused to bring the bottle to his lips, Jeff watching the slick brown liquid slip out of the glass. 

"I can't do it any more. You... I get guys in the shop." Rob's lips turned up in a sneer as his voice dropped, mimicking the mens' voices. "Hey Robbie, saw your kid on that show last night. Your little queer, yeah. Think when he gets home you can give him my number? Wanna see how much a night with him'd cost. Maybe just get his pretty mouth on my cock. You'd... You'd hook a guy up, right?" Jeff's stomach churned, and he felt like he was going to be sick. He looked around the room anywhere but at his dad. 

"Thought we raised you right, treat yourself with some fucking respect. Not whore yourself around like some lowlife. Thought better of you, Kid." There was none of the warmth and amusement in the way his dad called him kid like the word held when Burt did. It sounded cold and hard, metallic. 

"Why are you doing this," Jeff asked, voice soft. He couldn't look at the other man right now. Silence hung in the air, save for the swish of liquid in a bottle.

"Your mother and I are... Separating."

Jeff felt like there was water rushing in his ears and his vision went white with the speed at which he turned to look back at his father. The man had stood, bottle still in hand like some twisted version of a child with a toy. Jeff looked at the man, really looked at him, before asking.

"Why, dad?" This seemed to catch the man off guard, and he leaned forward on the counter top, the younger wrinkling his nose at the putrid smell of his breath. 

"Because she can love you and I just can't. I see you throwing yourself around, I see you doing this shit, with those other two, and I can't do it any more. You aren't my son. Not any more."

Whoever said sticks and stones may break their bones but words could never hurt them had never been told that they were the reason for their parents' divorce and effectively disowned in one line. He felt sick, his head spinning. He needed to get out, to talk to his mom, anyone. He stood, looking up into his dad's face with tears streaming down his cheeks. He looked into the blood shot eyes, the same color as his own but much harder before shaking his head, feeling the tears slip down his face.

"You're sick. You are a sick man. How could you... Because... I love you. You're my dad, and I love you. But if you are going to act this way about the men, and the people, that I love, then I don't need you. I came here to tell you that I'm going to marry Kurt and Jeremy. It's going to happen. And we won't see the likes of you there," Jeff spat, shoving his father before storming out, hearing the sound of the bottle hurling after him into the wall. Choking on sobs, the blonde darted out to his car, fumbling with the keys before unlocking the door successfully, tearing out of the driveway wildly. He drove for ten minutes before he found himself in front of his favorite beach, empty on a week day morning. He took a few deep breaths, cheeks still wet before pulling out his phone, pressing a few numbers.

"Hi, you've reached Jackie Duval. I can't come to the phone right now, but if you leave your name and number, I'll get back to you in a jiffy." 

Jeff choked on a sob at the sound of his mom's voicemail, her sweet, southern drawl toning through the speaker.

"Mama," he whimpered into the recording. "Mama, I just talked to dad. I... Why didn't you tell me. Why couldn't you have warned me. I... The things he said, mama...." He trailed off, listening to the ocean and trying to calm down properly. "I came to the house today. Don't... Don't let the boys see him like that. Don't tell Jade, it'll break her heart. I..." He chuckled, shaking his head. "S'funny, mama. Came over to tell you... Tell you that I'm asking Jere and Kurt to marry me, and find out my mama and dad are getting divorced." He chokes again, shaking his head. "Call me when you get some free time, mama. I want to see you. I... I'm asking them tonight. I'll text you, how it goes. I love you."

Jeff sat staring at the beach for a long moment, his phone in hand after ending the call, before he pressed a few more buttons. He waited, hoping they would pick up. Please, please...

"Hey you've reached Austin, I'm not here right now. Text me, I don't listen to my voicemails."

Fucking Austin. He grunted into the phone. That asshole would have to listen to his message, he couldn't type right now. His voice was soft, barely audible over the waves as he spoke.

"Aus... You're probably asleep, or on a plane, but... I Just saw my dad. He.... I woulda been sleeping at your house if I was a kid. He was in bad shape. He... Said some things, and I just know you'd get it because. You've seen him before, you know my dad. He isn't a bad guy..." he trailed off, fighting a sob while biting his bottom lip. "I'm asking Kurt and Jere to marry me tonight. Tried to tell you a few times but, but topic kept changing. I..." he went quiet for a long moment. "My parents are splitting. It's scary, Aus. And..." He sighed, bringing his legs up on the seat. "I miss you. This is one of those times where I need my best friend, because... You know him and shit. But I've got my... Hopefully soon to be fiances, and... You know, I couldn't ask for more. I just..." He paused again. "I don't understand. I.... We'll talk about it later. I know you want to spend some more time with Hunter, so... Give him and Jacob my love, 'kay? And you. You've got my love, man. Sorry for harshing on your voicemail."