#jschatt

you had lived in texas since you attended college at texas a and m

orginally you went to ithica college, but you transfered during your sophmore year

you now had your own apartment as you were out of college

you knew a couple of other content creators who lived in the area, but not many

your closest friend, ted nivison, lived in los angeles, but you went to visit him every now and again

your phone rang, "gangnum style" blasting in your ears and groaned, you reached for your phone, only to be met with a picture of you and theodore from college freshman year

"i need your help guppie." teds face filled the screen and his dopey smile made you laugh

"you woke me up mr grouper." your nicknames came from the first time you got high together and decided to watch bubble guppies

"wakey wakey! does this fit look ok?" he set the camera down and walked away from the camera, he did a little spin before grabbing his phone again

"yes you look very fashionable theo. can i go back to sleep now?" ne nodded but very quickly realized he had something else to tell you

"wait really quick, remember schlatt? you met him during the lunch club era" you scanned your sleepy memory trying to remember this guy you probably met once.

"um, tall right? good looking?" ted nodded and laughed, sitting down at his desk

"glad to hear thats what you remember. anyways, im pretty sure hes moving out to Austin in the coming months, so you guys should talk cause he only knows a handfull of people out there." ted said

"cool. can i please sleep now." your tired brain did not care for this random man barely remember.

"yes, reach out to him ok?" he smiled at the camera

"yes theodore kennedy nivison junior. love you. byeeeee" and with that you ended the call.

you didnt really think about teds call all that much, untill around 3 months later you recieved a text from an unknown number

even though schlatt then tried ghosting you, ted finally convinced him to man up and keep talking to one of the few people living where he was soon moving

over the span of a month you two had been constantly talking, to the point where you were starting to consider him as one of your closest friends

you would facetime atleast once a day, text everyday, and you even streamed twice together on your account

you were getting very excited to have a new friend so close by

then came the storm.

you lived alone with your dog, and you knew your house would not be ready for this shit.

you stalked up on food, blankets, flashlights

basically anything you could get your hands on

and you bunkered down at your house with your dog, getting ready to thug the next few days out

you were scrolling on your phone, on the first night of the storm, power already out, house fucking freezing, and you see schlatt had posted on his snap story

you open it to find a video of him yelling outside of a completely dark marriot

screaming about how thats where he is supposed to be staying

and you were getting very worried, like your new friend who youve never met in person, might deadass freeze to death.

so you did what any caring soul like yourself would do

you swipe up on his story with your address and a follow up message saying "pull up to mi casa papi 🍆 "

and hope he would hurry so you could go to bed

around twenty minutes later you layed cuddled with your dog bundled in over ten blankets

when felt your house fucking shake with how hard schlatt was banging on your door

you walked downstairs, and opened the door, to a giant, shivering, and covered in snow schlatt, who you immediatly wrapped in a hug and dragged upstairs

"c'mon lets get you nice and warm." you brought him to your room where you turned your bed into a nice warm spot for him "i have some clothes for you, they were my brothers so they should fit" you smiled up at him

he hadnt said much yet and you could see the stress seeping through his face, he dropped his stuff and kinda just hugged you.

"you ok?" you laugh as he pulls away from the hug. he smiles sadly before sitting down on your bed

"ive been better ill be honest" he laughed quietly.

"some first day here huh?" you pat him on the back, trying to comfort him.

"you could say that. holy shit i thought that was a stuffed animal" he says looking at your dog

"go change dumbass, bathrooms on the right" you watch as schlatt takes the clothes and walks to your bathroom, you think you even hearhim flick on the light switch.

"do you want a flashlight?" you yell out to him, to which you get a small "please" back in return, you laugh and leave a flashlight infront of the door

you get comfy in the small sofa in your room, as schlatt was not going to fit on it, and your other bedroom was turned into your office. but you didnt mind him taking the bed

he came out of the bathroom minutes later and quietly shut the door behind him when he turned around he was looking at you kinda funny

you began to ask what was wrong before he cut you off "absolutely not, im not kicking you off your bed, get up" he towered over you on the sofa

"schlatt shut the fuck up, your not fitting on this thing, i barely do."

"you have a king size bed, were sharing, me you and that oddly stuffed animal looking dog c'mon get a move on" he got into the bed and waited for you and your dof to follow him

you laughed and made your way over, your dog following closely behind. you flop down onto the bed and look at the man laying next to you

"crazy this is the first time we're meeting" he says getting comfy

you lay another blanket on the both of you as your dog jumps up on the bed and lays between the two of you "im glad ted introduced us" you take a moment to inspect him

you two had called on discord many times and FaceTimed, but nothing lived up to the real thing.

"im really happy he introduced us too."

guys i kinda hate how this turned out

It’s been months now of this weird game of cat and mouse; every time you or Schlatt were in the same city, he’d be in your hotel room, on his knees, eating you out the second you asked him to. He relished in the way you moaned and writhed above him, wanting nothing more than to please you, to feel you tug his hair, praise him, tell him how pathetic it is even.

Because he knows it’s pathetic, how easily he gives in and drops everything for you the second you ask, how hard he gets from hearing you moan for him, completely neglecting his own needs. He has you on an alter in his mind, this goddess who graces him with a second of her time that he should feel lucky to have, but fuck he wants more.

With a pornographic moan you clamp around him as you feel him pulse inside you, collapsing on top of him as he fills you up with his cum. He immediately wraps his arms around you as he pants into your hair, holding you close as you both come down from your high.

The room I quiet, music playing from his phone somewhere discarded in the room, the sounds of the city outside nothing but white noise as you lay together. You make no effort to move, nor even flinching when his soft cock slips out of you and his cum dribbles out, too exhausted to care.

He doesn’t dare move, just lying there and holding you tight to him. He’s not used to this. Usually, when you have sex, you’re the one stroking his hair, whispering how good he did as you encourage him to sleep, just to slip out of bed and sneak off before he can wake up.

His heart aches painfully as he hears the soft sigh fall from your lips, his own breath stuttering at how right this feels, to have you in his arms like this. He moves his hand, lazily dragging it up and down your back as he pressing his lips to your temple.

“You’re so perfect,” he whispers, breaking through the silence as he lets himself speak just part of how he feels about you. He feels you tense up in his arms and his breath stutters as he worries he's ruined it all. You get like this sometimes, when he tells you these things after you've come down from your high. Tense and shy, you'll push him away under the guise of being playful while he desperately reaches out to pull you closer.

You don’t reply this time, though, no pushing him away, no laughing him off, just staying in his arms, slightly tense, breathing deep and long as you let him hold you. His hands on your body, his warmth surrounding you pulls you further into him as you let your eyes flutter shut and your body relax.

“Y/N?” he whispers softly into the room, breath shaking as he hears you hum in response, “will you stay the night this time?” he whispers, hands shaking with nerves as he finally manages to push out the question he desperately wants to ask you every time. The room goes silent for a while, as his hand still on the small of his back, anxiety settling in his stomach as he worries he's messed everything up.

Tiredness overtakes you as finally you nod gently into his chest, lulled by the sound of his pounding heartbeat as you press a kiss to his skin, feeling the way it heats up against your face, “yeah,” you whisper softly, “I'll stay.”

He feels the tears well up in his eyes as he holds you, letting out a sigh of relief as he feels your breathing against his chest even out. He keeps a hold on you, basking in the domestic bliss he has so desperately been craving for all these months. He doesn’t know when lust turned to love, but he holds onto these tiny moments of intimacy whenever he can.

He lets himself relax, keeping his grip firm on you, as if he’s afraid you’ll slip away into the night as he lets his eyes shut, falling asleep with you for the first time since you started all this.

He wakes up the next morning, registering your gentle weight on his chest before he even opens his eyes and failing to hold back the smile that breaks out on his face. He opens his eyes lazily and looks down at you, still curled up where you collapsed against him the night before, hands wrapped tightly around him as you drool on his chest in your sleep.

He tightens his hold on you as he admires you while you sleep, the soft breathing through your parted lips breaking the early morning silence. He gently strokes his thumb against your cheek, smiling softly when you begin to stir against him.

Your eyes flutter open as you look up at him, blinking a few times as you process where you are. He’s smiling down at you, stroking your cheek as he looks at you in total awe. You feel your heart stutter in your chest as you look away bashfully for just a second, before he’s guiding your head back to face him.

“Morning,” he whispers simply, too scared to say all the words he wants to say as he takes in your presence, naked and clinging to him, right where you belong.