"We've been having a staring contest for 5 minutes now."
"Are you scared you're gonna lose?"
"No I'm just getting tired of staring at your ugly ass face."
"Then kiss me and I'll stop pestering you."
"No."
"Worth a shot." John chuckled. The crackhead duo had been sitting on Jaren's bed as per usual. Staring into each other's eyes— no, not lovingly though. This was more competitive, both ends having a goal. The two believing that this could break the other quicker, well John believing it actually. He was the one who'd kept begging him to play.
Jaren stares blankly at the older, trying his best not to give John the reaction he wanted. John sat with a stupid grin on his face, just being close to the younger brought him a small pint of euphoria. John was about to push his plan into motion. Biting his bottom lip gently whilst staring at the younger, letting the soft collagen go. Jaren furrowed his eyebrows at the action.
He'd be lying if he said that didn't affect him in any sort of way. Almost broke his facade, but instead of giving in like John wanted Jaren did the same back. Taking his bottom lip into his mouth and sucking it gently, showing his pretty front row of teeth. John arched a brow, eyes downcast as he stared at the action. Jaren let his lip go and traced the top of his lip with his tongue, putting on a small show for the older.
Neither of them had blinked yet, not forgetting about the game they're playing whilst playing another. John visibly gulped, he couldn't look away even if he wanted to. Growing closer to the shorter who sat cross cross, John shifting to his knees as he placed a hand on one side of the younger. Jaren began smiling triumphantly, arms wrapping around John's shoulder thinking the older was going to kiss him. Jaren closed his eyes, waiting, but before John's lips could meet his the older stopped.
When the younger hadn't felt the soft solid against his lips after waiting for a while, he whined. John smirked, "Should I count this as 2 wins?"
The younger finally realized what was happening and opened his eyes. A blush creeping up his neck. "S-Shut up!" Jaren scoffed, pushing John away which the older happily complied to. Laughing at the shorter males dismay.
"I'm sorry doll~." John apologizes, attempting to hug the smaller but only kept being shoved away. "You closed your eyes f-"
"I said shut up." Jaren pouted and it took everything, I mean everything, for John not to pounce him and shower him with kisses. Was this even worth it? He knew Jaren would still kiss him when he wanted but, it also was fun watching his tiny baby struggle.
John nodded with a sheepish smile, nudging his nose against his cheek. Jaren allowed it and turned back to the phone. The reason John was really in Jaren's room was to decode the phone. "Now, what the hell is the password?"
The two turned and stared at the device lying on the bed with crossed arms. Furrowed eyebrows as they thought about different passwords. "I thought you said you seen what his password was?" Jaren states in confusion.
"Shit I thought I did too."
"I-"
John huffed, letting out a deep breath. "Maybe it's my moms birthday." Jaren picked the phone up and tried it, came up as one failed attempt. John chuckled humorlessly. "As expected." He muttered mostly to himself.
"John.."
"Try his birthday." John said, completely disregarding Jaren. "It's May 7, 1977." The older informs and Jaren tries it but it comes up as a second failed attempt.
They both sat poker faced. "I'll try my mom's birthday." Jaren types in his mother's birthday and, just as expected, it came up as a failed attempt. They only had one more attempt until they'd have to wait 5 minutes and then his dad would be notified.
"Fucking hell." John groaned. "We've tried everything." Jaren sighed, falling back on the bed. Staring up at the ceiling as he thought to himself. It had been 6 minutes maybe, John joining the younger in staring at the ceiling. Jaren looked over at the older, gazing at his side profile and taking in how handsome he looked with his hair down.
John noticed the other staring, turning and looking at the shorter as well dumbfounded. "What?"
That's when it hit the younger, shooting up and grabbing the phone. He typed in what it could be, hoping it was right and, as he thought, it was. A fond smile making it's way to his face before going towards the messages. "What the hell was it??" John demanded in sheer confusion. He couldn't believe the younger figured out what it was.
Jaren giggles, "your birthday." John sits slightly shocked. Both at how his dad made his birthday his password and how Jaren knew when his birthday was.
Instead of acknowledging the fact his dad made his password his birthday, John smirked and got closer to the shorter. "You know my birthday?"
"No shit." Jaren says without a second thought. "Why would I no-" just as he prepared to say his next words, Jaren looked over at John who held a shit-eating grin on his face.
"Who did you ask? Hm?" John pestered, Jaren did not have time for this and the blush creeping up to his cheeks would not leave him alone.
Jaren looked back at the cellular device in his hands. "Your twitter profile.. it showed you birthday.."
John nodded, knowing the smaller was getting shy and annoyed now. "Mhm."
"J-Just shut up and help me find something worth exposing." Jaren demands, flustered, and continues looking for clues. John swipes to his calls and the two go through his call log.
"Maybe we can find something useful or suspicious that can link us to something in his messages." John informs, scrolling down his call logs in the past day. They came across a rather suspicious contact name.
The two speaking in unison. "Domino's pizza.." they say before looking at each other. "I mean it isn't too suspicious.." Jaren chuckled, John took the phone from his hands and pressed the call button. "What the hell are you doing?!" Jaren whisper shouts, scared someone on the other side of the phone might hear.
"If it's just the pizza man than their shouldn't be anything weird, we can just hang up." John shrugs, waiting for the phone to click over. Jaren gulps but nonetheless nods, leaning closer so he can hear the phone as well.
After 3 beeps someone finally picks up the phone. "Hello?" Their eyes widened in shock. "Baby? Why'd you FaceTime audio call me? You can't be going broke already." The way too feminine voice jokes and the two once again stare at each other shocked.
"Did you get the video I sent yesterday?" She spoke seductively, a hint of a mosh in her tone. "I know you were with your bitch but, god, I wished you were here."
That's all it took for Jaren to hang up the phone. The two not knowing what to say. That was not at all what they had expected, but even if they did they'd most likely still be shocked. John finally breaks the silence, "What the.."
"Fuck.." Jaren let's out. They looked back at the phone and began scrolling again, this time their was another way too suspicious ass name. "Panda Express.." Jaren read and this time he pressed call.
The two waiting on the click over and after the second beep they answered. "Why are you calling me so late in the afternoon? You never do that, unless you miss me~" This time her voice was feminine but more Asian compared to the last woman. Jaren hanging up the phone.
"Now that was just racist."
They scrolled again and like two calls down there was another. "Papa John's." And just as they did the other two, they called and got the same reactions back. All different women, the list went on and on of fast food restaurants.
The phone slid out of Jaren's hand as he stared into nothing. This could not be happening, he thought. They had pure evidence, everything they needed was in this man's call list. John picked the phone up and went to the messages. He continued scrolling down, looking at each and every name. "What are you doing now?" Jaren finally asked after his voice had gotten back to him.
"There's a message with no name.. it's a file. The message saying check your computer..." John informed. "Old man sent back a winky face." After that John dropped the phone on the bed as well. The two going quiet as they thought over their next plan, next anything. They had a ton of evidence and Jaren was having a crisis.
He placed his forehead in his hands, pulling at the front of his hair. The younger was finding it hard to breathe, chest heaving up and down. John noticed and immediately engulfed male in his arms. "Shh, doll calm down. It's okay, it's okay."
John tried whispering soothing words into his ear. Running his fingers through the endless curls. "Hey, hey.." John calls out when he realizes it isn't working, the younger attempting to pull away. "Look at me, come on doll.."
Jaren ignores him making the older tilt his chin up, Jaren's eyes wide and hands never leaving his head. John smiles fondly, cupping his face and swaying back and forth with the males cheeks in his hands. "It's okay, I'm here. We're gonna get your mother away from the cheating son of a bitch." John whispers.
"I'm sorry baby, you both don't deserve this and me telling you this won't change a thing since I am that bastards son. I know that after this you might not like me anymore but I'm still gonna help you two get away from him." Jaren furrows his eyebrows, breathing slowing down a bit as he shook his head.
"Th-This isn't your fault so you shouldn't apologize." Jaren assures, placing his hands atop of John's as they rested against his cheeks.
"But I-"
"You didn't know, you being his blood doesn't mean you did it as well. You should not have to apologize for your fathers actions.." Jaren smiles wearily. John frowns and pulls the younger into a hug.
Jaren immediately reciprocated it. "I'm sorry, I nearly had a panic attack.." Jaren chuckled nervously. "That's embarrassing."
"No doll, it's completely natural. There is no need to apologize for something like that." John scolds softly, not wanting to be too harsh or else the younger could possibly go back into one.
Jaren frowned and pulls back, "Yeah, so you can't apologize either." He pouted and the younger cooed this time, placing his hands back onto his cheeks and squishing them. Jaren's lips poking out like a fish as John closed his hands and opened them.
The younger staring as John found entertainment in playing with his cheeks. It was so endearing, the older muttering about how cute he was. What happened next caught John by surprise, Jaren had closed all space between the two. Lips placed on John's, not moving. He waited on the older to kiss back and when he finally did the younger became putty in his hands.
The older was moments away from kissing the shorter but Jaren had did it first. Hands still on Jaren's face as John pulled him in closer, turning his head in order to deepen the kiss. After a while the two pulled back and rested their foreheads against one another. "Damn, I can't believe I won.." John chuckled.
Jaren only stared lovingly at the older. "Yeah, so you better kiss me a lot you fucking idiot." He said playfully causing the older to chuckle again, placing another kiss to his lips.
"You don't have to tell me twice."
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