JORDAN COULDN'T breath. Five was kissing him. Fives lips where touching his, gentle as a butterfly, softer than a cloud.
Five pulled away, his eyes downcast, face hot red. He opened his mouth to say something, closed it again, and Jordan took this opportunity to pull Five back to him, slamming his lips against he others.
Five seemed surprised for a moment, and Jordan started to panic, because he shouldn't've done that, consent is important god damn it, what the fuck had he been thinking—
And then Five was kissing him back with an intensity that made him shiver, curling his fingers into the Green Day shirt Five wore. Their noses bumped and teeth clashed, but it was hot and quick and passionate and one fucking hell of a kiss.
Five's fingers lightly tugged on Jordan's hair and he moaned airily, his stomach constricting. (Outside, the wind started to pick up, but Jordan was too busy to care.) Slowly, Five lowered himself so he was sitting on Jordan's lap instead of hovering over him; Jordan practically melted into the floorboard when Five did that.
Then, merely a moment after Five sat in Jordan's lap, his tongue ran over his lips, the taste of blood from the cuts a startling iron. Jordan gasped at the sudden move and Five pushed his tongue into his mouth.
Holy shit holy shit holy shit I'm kissing motherfucking Five Hargreeves and I'm kissing him with tongue holy fuck oh shit—
Jordan, mildly unsure of what to do but caught up in the moment, started to move his tongue too. Five purred and pressed their mouths closer, tightening his grip on the black curls. His tongue ran across Jordan's lips once more, touching the newly chipped front tooth. Jordan moaned again, and Five pulled back to breath, resting his forehead against Jordan's, eyes closed.
Both boys panted, hearts racing, boxers tightening, lips swollen and minds spinning.
Just as Jordan started to lean back in, Five scrambled back, landing on the ground, his eyes flying wide open.
"Five? Are you okay?" said Jordan, his voice hoarse and concerned. He reached out, tilted his head. "Five?"
Five scrambled to his feet and ran away, footsteps thumping on the stairs.
Jordan sat at the table, touching his mouth. It was bleeding slightly, but the tears brimming his eyes weren't from that soft, stinging pain.
Outside, a bolt of lightening flashed somewhere in the distance. Taking a deep breath, scrunching his face, he focused on reigning in all the emotions (hot and a little horny from the kiss, upset, scared, worried, etcetera) and released the breath in a slow exhale.
The wind stopped, and the rain slowed to a peaceful tip-tap. He got to his feet, washed his hands, pinned back the curls with a butterfly barrette that supposedly belonged to Ron, and got back to work on the pie. Klaus seemed to love his food.
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"Klaus! Klaus, I need you!" Five practically fell into the bedroom. Diego looked over in surprise, his kart driving off the road on the TV. Ben, who was laying on the bed, looked up from his book, arching his eyebrows.
"What do you want?" Klaus said, not taking his eyes off the screen.
"I–I need your help," said Five, his hands tugging his ear and sure that his brothers could see. They could see he'd just been making out with Jordan downstairs, could see it, see the flush and the feeling in his stomach and everything and they would make fun of him.
"You need his help?" Diego said.
"My help? Sure you've got the right Klaus, buddy?" Klaus scoffed.
"Yes? Now, come on!"
Klaus groaned and tossed the remote to Ben, who jumped. "Fine! Let's go," he stomped out the door.
Five followed him, heading up to the attic.
Ben and Diego stared awkwardly at each other, Mario Kart theme music in the background.
~{}~
Allison and Luther where glaring, the air hostile. Five and Klaus stood there rather uncomfortable, Five nervously tugging his ear and Klaus rolling his eyes.
"Uh, helloooo? Lovebirds? Go somewhere else to have the domestic, yeah? Little Fivey-Wivey here wants my advice." He said, using exaggerated motions. Allison arched an eyebrow.
"Advice? From you?"
"Uh, yeah! It's because I'm so great. Now leave."
Allison rolled her eyes and stormed downstairs. Luther huffed and pushed them aside, disappearing downstairs too.
"Now," Klaus collapsed onto the nest of blankets, placing his hands behind his head. "What do you need my help with, little brother?"
"I'm older than you by fifty-eight years," Five sneered. He was regretting this decision; why did he come to Klaus again?
Cause he's the only one who likes boys that is a boy.
Five wanted to die. Over on the mattress, Vanya rolled over.
"Spill the beans!" Klaus said. "I can't help you with my–my eternal wisdom if you won't tell me what you need help with!"
"This was stupid," Five said, voice angry. "I shouldn't've asked."
"No, no, no! Five! Five, tell me!"
"I kissed Jordan!" Five blurted, too loud and too high-pitched. Klaus' eyes went wide and he sat up.
"Shit," he whispered.
"I–I kissed Jordan, and I liked it! I liked it a while fucking lot, and now I don't know what to do!" Five crossed his arms, eyes darting around, and pulled his ear aggressively.
Klaus gaped. He exhaled in shock, smiled, and started giggling. "Oh–oh my," he laughed. "Oh my fucking God,"
"What? What is so funny?" Five practically stomped his foot like a toddler; fuck Klaus, fuck Jordan, fuck feelings, and fuck this.
He turned to leave, but Klaus stopped him. "No! Five, Five, I'm sorry! Stop!"
Five stopped and turned, glaring with arms crossed. His hand twitched.
"Look, when did you kiss him?"
"Like...three minutes ago?"
"What?" Klaus fell on his face, immediately propping himself up on his hands. "Three minutes ago?"
Five sighed, allowing himself to pull his ear. "Yeah? So what?"
"Well–uh–pff–did you run away?" Klaus stammered. Five shifted his weight.
"Yeah...?"
"Oh my God, you idiot! You can't do that!"
"What? Why not?"
"Why–why not?" Klaus laughed. "If Jordan's personality is any indication, he's never kissed anyone either. He's probably sitting down there crying or something!"
"What?" Five said; Klaus was not helping like he'd figured he would.
"Five," Klaus got to his feet and placed his hands on his brothers shoulder. "You need to go down there, talk to that boy, and make out."
Five and him stared into each other's eyes, silent.
"No."
"No? No?" Klaus scoffed. "Look, Five, you need to address your feelings! I've seen the way you two exchange looks. Allison sees them, Ben sees them, and I'm sure that Diego or Luther see them too! And those two? They are idiots."
"Why should I? Maybe it's just a–a fluke." Five said.
"A fluke? God damn," Klaus sighed.
"Fine! So I address the–the "emotions", or whatever. Then what?"
"You kiss him, Fivey, and you kiss 'em good!" Klaus exclaimed.
Suddenly, from the mattress, covers rustled and Vanya sat up.
"What's going on?" Vanya yawned, rubbing her eyes. "Where are we?" She looks down. "What the fuck?" She looked at them. "What the fuck?"
"Oh shit." Klaus stared.
A/N:
lol that was fun
i hope that you guys enjoyed this chapter, and that i did well. I'm low-key proud of it, but i've never kissed anyone so...yeah haha
thank you guys so much for 6k reads!! That means a bunch to me.
also, on a completely unrelated note to anything, i went to see Frank Iero and The Future Violents last night, and it was?? fucking amazing??? i went with two of my bestfriends, and i don't think they enjoyed it as much as i did, but i swear to fuck it was even better than the panic! at the disco concert i went to. i got a tour edition vinyl and a poster, but like?? it was so fucking cool. i almost got hit in the head by a crowd surfer, and it was really loud, and the lights where super cool, and it was so fucking amazing. i had a whole lot of fun at his concert, and i got a picture with james deewees which was kewl except it was blurry and i look like i got a botched nose job lol.
anywho, i hope that it was a decently written kiss scene, and that this cliffhanger thing was nice. i'm so excited, everything is gonna start taking off and some k e w l stuff will happen!!!
have a lovely day!!!