[jordans house–sunday evening]
BY THE time Five was back in the kitchen, Jordan was placing the apples into the pie crust. Although he had no idea how to make pie, it was amazing Jordan had this much done this quickly.
"Hey," Jordan looked up and smiled; Five's heart skipped a beat. Holy shit, his front tooth was chipped.
Holy fucking shit, it was adorable.
"Your tooth is chipped," Five blurted, immediately chiding himself as Jordan reached up and felt his tooth.
Upon finding the sliver missing on his front tooth, he giggled and said, "Guess so."
Five was embarrassed; he felt like crawling into a hole and never coming out. Or dying. Or both. Jordan was smiling at him, that chipped front tooth adorable, his freckles the most striking constellation, his curls looking softer than silk, the too-big sweatshirt he'd dug out of a closet hiding everything but his slender fingers.
Five wanted to kiss him. Really, really badly. So terribly much, it made his heart ache and his pulse pound.
"I got band-aids," Five said, thrusting them out; he needed to control himself, what the fuck was he doing? Something big was happening, something huge, and Jordan was a distraction! He couldn't afford to be distracted.
"We should probably change your velociraptor one too," Jordan started heating up the oven and dried his hands off, leaving the pie on the counter. "Just to be safe. Sit down."
Five, remembering what happened last time the dinosaur band-aids where involved, flushed. He practically went weak in the knees at the memory of what Jordan had looked like.
If it was possible, Jordan looked even prettier with this busted up face.
"Okey-dokey, Five, lets patch your face up." Jordan pulled up a chair too, opening the box of band-aids and dumping a few out. He looked around, sighed, and then got up to snatch a few wash cloths and a glass of warm water. "Okay, now I can actually help," Jordan grinned with his newly-chipped front tooth (that was gonna kill Five holy fuck) and sat down once more.
"Tell me if I'm hurting you," said Jordan, and he slowly started wiping off the blood that had dripped onto his face.
The water was warm and soothing, and Five was lost in Jordan's hazel-honey eyes, drowning when his fingertips brushed against his bare skin. Jordan smelled like sugar cookies, lavender, coconut, apple pie, alcohol, blood and sweat, and it smelled like heaven and hell, all in one.
Jordan was chewing gently on his bottom lip, going through the motion of biting and wincing, licking blood off and then repeating that. It was really, really hot.
"What band-aid? Pink triceratops, orange pterodactyl, or green egg?"
"Pink triceratops?"
"Got it."
Jordan unwrapped the band-aid (the giant ones meant for knees) and carefully pressed it onto the cut on his cheek. He smiled when it was on. "Perfect."
Jordan had to resist the urge to kiss the band-aid. To kiss Five, who was looking up at him through his thick lashes and flushing.
"Do you wanna take this one off, or should I?" He tapped the purple velociraptor above his eye, and Five debated this.
"You can," he said quickly. He wanted to feel Jordan brush his skin.
Oh fucking hell.
Jordan's fingers skimmed over his forehead and landed gently on the edges of the band-aid. "Ready?"
Five huffed and rolled his eyes, tapping his foot as he said, "I'm not a toddler. Just rip it off!"
"Okay!" Jordan said cheerfully, and then he yanked it off as hard as he could.
"Ow!" Five yelled, hand darting to the scab. He glared at Jordan as the boy laughed, the sound resonating like church bells. "You're very rude." Five mumbled.
"Aww, you love me," Jordan said, his cheeks flaring up afterwards. Five fell silent, staring at the boy across from him.
"We've got a blue T-Rex or a yellow stegosaurus."
"Whichever."
"Blue T-Rex it is." Jordan unwrapped it and pressed it over the scab, smiling as he smoothed it out.
His hands didn't move off Fives forehead. Five didn't say anything, just stared at Jordan, his heart pounding double-time. He feared Jordan could hear it. Fuck, Klaus could probably hear it from where he was singing Micheal Jackson upstairs.
"Do...do you want some band-aids?" Five said, his throat suddenly very dry. He licked his lips, nervously leaning away from Jordan and pulling his ears; he didn't see Jordan staring at his mouth.
"Uh, er, yeah, okay," Jordan sat down and drummed his fingers on his knee, handing Five a clean washcloth.
Taking it, the boy dipped it in the water and started dabbing away the blood. He cupped Jordan's chin in his hand, his tongue poking out between his teeth as his brows furrowed in concentration. Jordan really wanted to kiss him. The dinosaur band-aids on his face made him look cuter, the cartoonish creatures a harsh contrast to the grunge-y look he had on.
"Can I ask you a question?" Jordan said, his heart in his throat.
"Sure," said Five quietly, his focus on the blood smeared on Jordan's forehead.
"What are you wearing?"
Five froze and flushed. "Uh...before we almost died at Walmart, I was gonna get new clothes, and this was what I had on, and...yeah," he trailed off, returning to washing dried blood of Jordan's face.
"Well, it's cute," Jordan mumbled. "Suits you."
"Really?"
Jordan wished he could crawl into the forest and never return. "Uh, yeah."
Five didn't say anything.
After a moment, Five put the washcloth down and picked up the anti-infection cream, putting a dab on a band-aid featuring an orange brontosaurus.
He placed it on Jordan's nose, and the cut stung briefly before dying down. Five looked at Jordan and didn't move, hovering over him.
Jordan stared back, his heart thumping loud enough to be heard in Japan, his hands trembling.
Hesitantly, Five lifted his hands into Jordan's curls. Both of their breaths hitched, Jordan's hands fluttering to Five's shoulders. Five ignored the bolts of heat flying out of Jordan's hands and continued to play with the black hair.
As Five twirled the soft, silky curls around his fingers, Jordan slowly trailed his fingers down his spine, causing the boy to shiver.
They started to lean in, Jordan's hands resting at his hips. Five stopped moving his hands and let them rest at the nape of his neck.
Their noses brushed. They both smelled like blood and sweat, the undercurrents of their normal scents softly blowing. Jordan's eyes where half-lidded, and Five couldn't take his off his lips.
Five leaned forwards and closed the gap between them.
A/N:
the thursday updates have been moved to fridays for about a month [sorry] and i wanted to update early today bc why not lol
i'm low-key proud of this chapter & the next
:) have a nice day :)