[jordans house–really damn early tuesday morning]
DIEGO GROANED as he caught sight of his face.
Their Group Bro Hug had ended when Five took a deep breath and announced he needed to go speak with Jordan; Klaus had declared he must be there and gotten punched. Now, to heal the probably-appearing black eye, he was playing Mario Kart with Ben.
Diego had said he needed to pee before joining, because he really did. Then he realized his eyes where a hot red and he didn't like it. He'd stood in front of the mirror, blinking and willing his eyes to return to normal.
Knowing they wouldn't, he sighed and rubbed his eyes. He felt exhausted, ready to die. He'd wept in front of Ben. In front of Klaus. In front of Five, who probably hadn't cried since he came out of the womb.
Diego made the quick decision that he was going to go upstairs, conquer the nest of blankets, and sleep.
He trudged down the hall, the sound of Klaus complaining of Ben's "cheating" loud and obnoxious. Quietly as possible, Diego opened the attic door and slunk up the stairs.
"We have to tell them, Allison!" Luther hissed. Diego froze, only a few feet away from the top step. His eyes went wide and he immediately put on his Sibling-Eavesdropping Ears.
"We can't," Allison said back, her own tone angry. "There's too much going on. This isn't that important. Not yet."
"What do you mean, 'isn't that important'?" Diego could almost hear Luther's air quotes.
"I mean, what with Five having his own problems, Diego dealing with all that emotional shit he's been cooking up for years, Klaus getting sober—you can't tell me you haven't noticed his twitching—" Diego felt a stab of guilt; he hadn't noticed anything wrong with Klaus. "Ben came back from the dead, Vanya doesn't seem to remember anything, and Jordan has enough problems without us mucking around in his life! We don't need to tell them until something settles down!"
The air above was fiery, tense with anger and frustration. Even hidden below them, Diego could tell both Allison and Luther where pissed. But what where they pissed about? If it was what had been broiling between them for the past few days, it had to be big.
"We have to tell them, Allison." Luther sounded tired now; he was pleading with her. "We have to tell them about Dad."
Diego perked up; Dad. It had something to do with their bastard father.
"We are not telling anyone about Dad's search warrant. We will not." Allison was seething, that much was obvious.
Search warrant?
"I'm telling Five, at least. He's our time-travel expert, and he'll know what we need to do." Luther started to walk towards the steps, and Diego panicked. He grabbed the handle of the knife before remembering that this is his brother; no matter how much he wants too, he can't just kill Luther. Not here, anyways. Allison would be a witness.
"You will not tell our brother." Allison said. Diego relaxed; Luther had stopped walking. Allison most likely had grabbed his arm.
Slowly, he started to go back down the steps, one at a time. Klaus was still accusing Ben of cheating.
"Allison, you don't understand. Dad thinks we're missing. Why? Shouldn't our Past-Selves be here, living out whatever was happening to us during April of 2002?"
Missing? Search warrant?
Oh my God. Diego almost dropped the knife in surprise; thankfully, he didn't. As Allison started to argue back with Luther, Diego turned and leapt off the last four steps, not caring if his brother and sister heard. He stumbled slightly, remembering just how awkward his thirteen-year-old body was, but was relaxing on the bed next to Ben with a remote in his hand within two minutes.
Allison stood in the doorway. "What's going on?" She asked calmly, eyeing the three boys suspiciously. Luther stood behind her.
"Playing Mario Kart," Ben said. "Wanna join?"
"You bet," Luther said.
"I'm going to beat all your asses," said Allison, launching herself on the foot of the bed. Luther smiled thinly and plopped himself on a beanbag chair.
"Hey," Vanya said softly. A towel was held tightly in her hand, face pale. "I'm gonna shower."
"Okay. Are you good, Vanya?" Allison asked. Vanya nodded, brushing some of her hair out of her eyes. She left.
Klaus shrieked in fury when Ben sent a shell after him.
[jordans kitchen–during all that]
Jordan smiled as the headlights disappeared; he really liked Nico. He was cool, and seemed really into Tate.
"Uh, hey." Someone coughed behind him; Jordan jumped and laughed shakily when he saw it was Five.
"Hey," Jordan said. The awkwardness was descending upon them; naturally, Jordan got up and went to the kitchen, internally screaming the entire way.
Five followed him quietly, staring at the ground and fiddling with the sleeves of his dirty Green Day shirt.
Jordan could feel his heart pounding, eyes flirting to the chair where he and Five had—well, where they'd made out. Face heating up, he busied himself by cleaning up the strange substance smeared on the counter. It looked like batter.
"I need to talk to you," Five finally said. Jordan nodded.
"Isn't that what you're doing?"
"Haha. Hilarious, Jordie." Five replied flatly. He grabbed a washcloth of his own and started scrubbing at the table, which was also covered with spots of breakfast foods. Jordan made a mental note to bring this up to Klaus later.
"Alright, what did you wanna talk to me about?" Jordan couldn't lie; he felt like his heart was literally going to burst. His blood was going faster than ever, and he was most likely going to start sweating buckets.
"I...I need to say I'm sorry," Five said, pausing.
"Sorry about?"
"The whole running-away-after-kissing-you thing? That thing?" said Five, sounding terribly uncomfortable. "I'm sorry."
"It's okay, Five," Jordan smiled calmly, eyes pricked with tears. He turned so that Five couldn't see him. "We already talked about it; it was just a mistake."
"Yeah, but it wasn't," Five said, flushed pink head to toe. "I wanted to kiss you, Jordan."
Jordan froze. His tongue felt heavy. Five took this the wrong way and started rambling.
"And I'm sorry that I ran, but I talked it over with Klaus—I probably should've chosen Allison, she's a lot less "give him a blow job" and more "let's talk about emotions" although I'd prefer to give you a blow job than talk about emotions," his eyes widened. "Not that I'm gonna give you a blow job! Not yet. Anyways, I talked about it with Klaus, like, a lot, more than I liked too, but I did, and he says it's just because I've never really found a guy attractive before and it's scary, and he was right, because it is scary, liking you in this way, wanting to kiss you and wear your hoodies and hold your hand and count your freckles, but I want to anyways, and I know I'm rambling and I'm sorry if you feel awkward or if you don't even like me that way, and I understand that completely because I don't deserve you.
"I really, truly don't because I'm fucked up in the head and have a lot going on that shouldn't be happening but it is, and I've dragged you into it but you're really fucking attractive, and even though I don't think I'm over Dolores, I still really, really like you, and please say something because I want to crawl in a hole and die." Five finished with a deep breath. Jordan was speechless, the grimy washcloth sticky in his hand.
Five liked him? Wanted to count his freckles, and hold his hand?
"Please," Five mumbled, reaching up and tugging his ear. "Say something?"
"I..." Jordan trailed off; Five peered up at him through thick lashes, eyes two tearful and anxious pools of green. They where the shade of spring grass, watered by cold rain and sprouting after a harsh winter. They where gorgeous. He stepped closer, leaving his washcloth on the table. Jordan didn't move.
"Who's Dolores?"
Five's shoulders seemed to deflate; his beautiful green eyes moved to the wall. "She was my love, when I was in the future. I let her go just before we came here."
"What was she like?" Jordan asked, setting the washcloth down and wiping his hands on his pants. Five watched him move.
"Beautiful. Smart. Sometimes she didn't like my alcohol intake."
Jordan snickered. "Alcohol intake?"
Five shrugged. "I have a thing for vodka; sue me."
Jordan giggled and Five smiled apprehensively.
"And, uh," Jordan swallowed, licking his suddenly dry lips. "I like you too."
"What?" Five blinked. He appeared astonished.
"I like you, Five." Jordan whispered. He moved closer to the boy; the two where close enough for Jordan to comfortably slip his arms around Five's neck. That's what he did.
Five shivered as Jordan slowly moved his arms around his neck, stepping just a little closer as he did so.
"You do?" Five whispered; he sounded a little afraid, a little excited.
"Yeah," Jordan willed a surge of courage and started to play with the short hair at the nape of Five's neck. The boy shivered again, eyes fluttering closed. "Why wouldn't I?"
"Because I'm, like, incredibly fucked up?" Five said this lightheartedly, but his voice was low. Jordan had to suppress a shudder of his own as Five put his hands on his waist. The two where chest-to-chest now.
Five smelled wonderful; the lightest dots of freckles sprinkled his nose. When his eyes opened, Jordan nearly gasped. His eyes where twinkling with excitement and worry, sparkling with small flecks of brown and gold. The light overhead made them all the more bright.
"Well, I suppose that's just my type," Jordan said, and then their noses where brushing. It was so similar to the bathroom, to their earlier kiss, that Jordan was afraid it'd end the same way.
But Five pressed his mouth against Jordan's, the lightest butterfly touch, and all that worry jumped off a cliff.
"Was that okay?" Five asked, resting his forehead against Jordan's. Instead of voicing a reply (he was a little scared that he couldn't), Jordan pulled Five even closer and kissed him.
It was even better than their previous kiss—that one was hungry and sloppy and scared. This one was soft and slow, though it still had some sloppiness and fear in it.
But Five was kissing him, lips soft as before, smelling like rain and cologne (two of his favorite smells) and fingers feather-light touches on his waist. Hesitantly, his hands began to move up Jordan's spine; to encourage the delicate fairy touches, Jordan twisted Five's brown locks gently and moaned lightly.
Five smiled into the kiss and continued what he was doing.
The two stumbled backwards, noses bumping as they landed against the messy counter. Jordan was leaning on the wood, pressing harder against the boy in front of him. Five ran his tongue across Jordan's lips and Jordan gasped slightly in surprise.
"Wow."
Five and Jordan practically flew away from each other. Within a blink of an eye, Jordan was scrubbing furiously at the counter with his (previously abandoned) washcloth and Five was striding across the room to scrub at the charred pan in the sink.
"You two aren't hiding the fact that you where totally sucking face," Klaus said, leaning against the doorframe with a grin. "For one, both of your faces are bright red. Two, your mouths are obviously kiss-swollen."
Both boys' hands flew to touch their lips.
"And three, anyone with eyes could obviously see Fivey here pressing you against the counter," Klaus said. "But I'm glad to see that your older brother could help you out, Fivey." He winked at Five, who glared. It was rather adorable, considering his shirt sleeves where soaked with soapy water and his face was hot red.
"Leave me alone, Klaus." He mumbled. Klaus giggled.
"Fine! Go back to your make-out session, kiddos. Looked like it was headed someplace fun." Klaus turned to leave, wiggling his fingers as he went. Just as Five started to turn to Jordan, his unruly head of hair poked back in the room.
"If it gets too heated, remember that condoms are important—even for gay sex."
"Klaus!" Five and Jordan shouted.
"And consent is sexier than any kink!" said Klaus with a shit-eating grin as Jordan threw the washcloth at him. He disappeared for good, echoes of his giggling falling down the stairs.
Five covered his face with his hands and wished Klaus had shown up never. Jordan laughed awkwardly. He moved over to Five and poked his knuckles.
The hands where removed. "I'm sorry about him," Five muttered. "And that I'm acting so out of character, but it's a necessary action for this current moment; soon I'll go back to my normal, spite-filled insanity and emotion suppressing, I promise."
Jordan laughed quietly and kissed Five lightly on the nose. "You're cute, dumbass."
Five smiled. "I know."
Jordan scrunched up his nose and stuck out his tongue. Five laughed, and the two cleaned side-by-side until two a.m., by which Jordan practically passed out on the freshly mopped floor.
"Go to bed, idiot," Five told him. Jordan nodded and yawned.
"G'night, Five." He said sleepily, already going to the stairs. Five smiled at him and glanced at his butt.
"Goodnight, Jordie."
Jordan held up his middle finger. "Stop lookin' at my ass, pervert."
Five laughed.
A/N:
wow 2,285 words. good job for reading that much of my silly fanfic lol
five and jordie are happy nowww yay
allison & luther are hiding the fact that there's a search warrant out for them?? Diego knows?? *le gasp*
anyways i hope you enjoyed this super long chapter and that it was good lmao
have a lovely day!!!!!