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“Jabber, let’s do it.” Zanka stomped into Jabber’s bedroom. He’d been staying at the other’s dorm for around half the day now, he’d also left for the supermarket earlier, which was what Jabber thought at least.
Zanka dropped the bag on Jabber’s bed, while Jabber was laying half sat up against the backboard of his bed, phone in hand.
“Do what?” He said with a smile, not actually looking at Zanka since he was clearly glued to his phone.
“LET’S HAVE SEX DAMNIT!!” Zanka’s expression was something pissed yet so painfully embarrassed, his cheeks a rosy pink.
“You serious man? Like.. serious serious?” Jabber actually looked up from his phone, midway a giggle full of lust. Jabber blinked once. Twice. Then a slow, stupidly wide grin stretched across his face like he’d just been handed free front-row tickets to his own fantasies.
Zanka’s jaw tightened. “Don’t make me repeat it.”
Jabber sat up fully now, phone tossed aside like it had never mattered.
“Holy shit, you’re actually serious.”
“I literally just yelled it,” Zanka deadpanned, but his voice cracked at the end like a dying violin. “Don’t make me feel stupid.”
“Oh no, darling, you feeling stupid is the last thing that’s gonna happen right now,” Jabber said, sliding off the bed like gravity had called him personally. “Just—hold on. Who threatened you? Who told you to say this? Did your friends bribe you? Did Fuu give you weird confidence juice again?”
Zanka groaned and dragged both hands down his face.
“No one bribed me! I-I went to the store and I was thinking!.. and then I realized I keep chickening out— and you keep teasing me.. and I’m tired of being a coward, okay?”
Jabber froze mid-step.
The confession part, not the sex part, short-circuited him far worse.
“…You’ve been thinking about it?”
“Don’t make me say it twice,” Zanka muttered, turning away, ears burning. “I bought condoms. And— uh. Stuff.”
“Stuff?”
Zanka gestured at the grocery bag like it was a bomb.
“Just— shut up and check it. I don’t wanna explain.”
Jabber reached the bed, peeked into the bag… then instantly slapped a hand over his mouth, shoulders shaking.
Zanka tensed. “If you laugh I’m stabbing you.”
“I’m not laughing, I’m not laughing!!!—” Jabber wheezed, absolutely laughing. “Zanka… why did you buy.. why did you buy the family-sized lube??..”
“I DIDN’T KNOW HOW MUCH WAS NORMAL!! AND THE SMALL ONE LOOKED… INSUFFICIENT!”
Jabber actually fell back onto the mattress, choking on giggles, kicking his feet like a gremlin. “You’re trying to kill me. You’re literally trying to murder me via horny.”
“Shut up and take your clothes off!”
“God, marry me.”
“JABBER!!”
Jabber sat up again—still laughing, still glowing, still looking at him like he hung the moon.
He stepped close, real close, hands sliding around Zanka’s waist. He was sitting up on the bed Zanka’s stomach / chest area near his face.
“And you’re absolutely sure? No jokes, no bets, no panic attack brewing?”
Zanka swallowed hard, but his eyes stayed steady.
“…I want you. So yeah. I’m sure.”
Jabber brought his face to him, forcing him to crouch then kissed him before he even finished the sentence—soft at first, reverent, like he needed to confirm this wasn’t a hallucination. Then it went deeper. Hungrier. His voice dropped to a whisper against Zanka’s lips
“Then come here, baby. Let me ruin you exactly how you’ve been thinking about.”
He let Zanka sit up straight again, his hands sliding under Zanka’s shirt almost pulling all of it off as he kissed his whole upper body. “So pretty baby..” he mumbled, voice filled with hunger.
Zanka was resisting the urge to cover his flushed face. “You wanna take those clothes off?” Jabber said, tugging at Zanka’s waistband of his pants.
Zanka narrowed his eyes, placing his hands on Jabber’s shoulders as an idea popped into his head. “Use your teeth.”
Zanka tangled one hand in his locs as Jabber’s eyes widened for a moment looking at him before his face shifted back into a smirk.
He pulled the other’s sweatpants halfway down with his teeth, he placed his hands on Zanka’s waist and flipped their positions in a way, Zanka now being back first onto the bed while Jabber was pinning him down.
Zanka’s breath hitched the second his back hit the mattress. It wasn’t rough, it seemed practiced, like Jabber had imagined doing this a thousand times and was finally allowed to.
Jabber hovered over him, breath warm against Zanka’s hip as he tugged the sweatpants the rest of the way down with his teeth—slow and taunting, like he wanted Zanka to burn from the anticipation alone.
When he finally pulled back up, he planted one hand beside Zanka’s head, the other sliding up the inside of his thigh.
“Baby,” he murmured, eyes blown wide, pupils pinpricks in a sea of black. “You tell me to use my teeth again and I swear I’m gonna forget how to behave.”
Zanka swallowed, chest rising and falling too fast. “Who said I wanted you behaving?” He replied with a smile.
That did something to Jabber, something violent and sweet. He laughed, filled with a few voice cracks as his cheeks flushed “Oh, we’re doing that tonight?” Jabber whispered, dropping down to kiss just under Zanka’s ribs—warm, open-mouthed, hungry. “Good. I’ve been waiting.”
His hands slid up Zanka’s bare sides, thumbs brushing the sensitive spots that made Zanka jerk just slightly.
“So jumpy,” Jabber teased. “You sure you’re not chickening out?”
Zanka scoffed, grabbing Jabber’s jaw and pulling him up until their faces were inches apart. “If I was chickening out, would I be letting you—”
Jabber cut him off with another kiss, it was messy and impossibly greedy.
One hand tangled into Zanka’s hair, the other gripping his hip like he wanted to hold him in place forever.
Zanka gasped against his mouth.
Jabber grinned into the kiss.
“God, I love when you make that sound,” he breathed, forehead pressed to Zanka’s. “Do it again.”
He shifted his hand between Zanka’s legs, intentionally, sending a shock up Zanka’s spine.
Zanka bit his lip so hard he almost winced. “You—you’re.. doing that on purpose.”
“Of course I am,” Jabber said, pressing another slow grind down. “You told me to ruin you, right? I’m just following instructions.”
Zanka’s fingers dug into Jabber’s shoulders. “Then stop teasing.”
“Oh, baby,” Jabber murmured, leaning down to kiss along his neck, “I’m just getting started.”
His lips dragged lower. Across Zanka’s collarbone. Down his chest again. Every kiss hotter, hungrier than the last.
Zanka’s voice came out quieter, shakier. “Jabber…”
Jabber looked up at him from where he was kissing right above Zanka’s waistband, eyes half-lidded, smirk softening into something almost reverent.
“I got you,” he murmured. “Just relax for me.”
His fingers hooked into Zanka’s underwear.
“Can I take these off?”
Wanting him. Checking.
And Zanka, already flushed, already melting, already undone before anything even really started—nodded once, breathless.
“…Yeah. Please.”
Jabber smiled.
“Good boy.”
He slipped off Zanka’s boxers so they were nearing his knees, his length was already hard. Jabber looked down and then looked up at Zanka. He opened the other’s mouth with his thumb before shoving two fingers in his mouth.
“hngh—“ he could barely get a noise in before his eyes began to tear up from pleasure.
Jabber’s fingers went in between his tongue, in his mouth, Zanka’s salvia was peering outside in mouth as he began to gag.
"my bad... Oh yeah I gotta finger you or sum.."
Jabber took his fingers out the others mouth, a smile plastered on his face as he shoved a finger inside him, only one to start.
“I thought you knew what to do?!” He squeaked out, honestly kind of terrified. A moan cramping out of his mouth, it felt like his organs were clenching.
“I said nun bout that yo!!” Jabber giggled, ramming his finger in and out causing Zanka to almost convulse on himself.
“Have you.. like never touched ya’self before?” He said, raising an eyebrow, looking the other directly in the eyes, his other hand was now pinning Zanka to the bed next to his head. Jabber was overtop of him, his locs tied up into a ponytail/bun type of thing to not get in the way.
“Didn’t.. think I needed too..” Zanka looked to the side, his cheeks burning. Jabber shook his head jokingly, pressing a soft kiss to Zanka’s temple as a distraction from him pushing another finger inside him.
At first, he didn’t really seem bothered, Jabber shoved his fingers in and out, in and out, gently. Zanka’s breathing was getting heavier in the process
“w-wait—“ he got cutoff with the fingers scissoring him open. He bit his lip—gripping onto Jabber’s shoulders, his nails absolutely digging into his skin.
“holyshitholyshitholyshitholyshit” he mumbled he felt the fingers go deeper and deeper.. till he felt them curve, which sent jolts all throughout his body. “fuck, Jabber shut the fuck up!” He said, even though the other boy hadn’t said anything.
Jabber giggles, kissing Zanka’s neck softly, trying to calm the other. He’s a total freak yes, but he isn’t so bad that he’d suddenly treat Zanka roughly. It was the poor guy’s first time after all, he was unsure if he could get freaky or something.
“Shhh. You can do it bro, you gyatt this… Also— I didn’t even say shit?!,”
Oh my fucking days this guy is so unserious..?? Jabber continues the job, his fingers scissoring him gently.
He felt his eyes tearing up from the pleasure, if this is how he acted with two fingers.. how would it be with Jabber’s length? He appreciated Jabber’s gentleness for once bringing him closer and biting his shoulder, biting his shoulder really fucking hard. Jabber slightly moans from the bite like a freak he is, he tilts his head to the side, offering more space for the latter to bite on.
There were small spurts of blood, nothing Zanka couldn’t lick up. It was a good stress reliever.. he felt Jabber’s fingers completely separate inside him.
“wait—wait—“ he said an awkward, faltering smile forming on his flushed face.
With a freaky smile, he continued his scissoring activity, pushing his fingers knuckle deep as he does.
“You can do this zan-zan…you’re doing well..”
Jabber genuinely sounds awkward.
“ah~… hngh~ jabbe—uh..” he began getting used to the feeling, his mouth staying open because of his panting. he stared directly into Jabber’s pink eyes, his face softening.. his boyfriend was really pretty. Zanka didn’t know how to put it into words, Jabber’s features complimented him really well.
“Jabber..” he whined. “you..” he couldn’t really finish his sentence, turning his head down in embarrassment. Jabber suddenly bursts out laughing at the others hesitation, God.. Zanka was so adorable. “Fuck—HAHA! my bad yo!…”
Before Zanka could say something, he twisted his fingers inside Zanka, which caused Zanka to instinctively grab his arm in an attempt to ‘stop’ him.
“You’re doing well alright?? I pinky promise, he said giving Zanka a peck on the nose,
Zanka looked at him face flushed, “yer fuckin’ laughin—“ he said before kissing Jabber to distract himself, whimpering inbetween the kiss. Jabber kisses back, quite roughly than before. His pace suddenly changes, increasing with each thrust inside the other.
“fuuck..” he moaned, quite literally under a whisper. his eyes were glossed over a red tint within them but the slight tears that went down his face earlier, “keep going.. faster.. faster kay?..” he said without looking Jabber in the eyes.
Jabber glances at him, suddenly stopping. He kisses Zanka before leaving him on the edge, he did that intentionally, just to make the other suffer a bit.
“Pfft..” he looks at Zanka’s reaction. Zanka’s breath was heavy, he looked up at Jabber puzzled “what the fuck? Why’d you stop?”
Jabber’s fingers stayed elegantly curled into Zanka, his face similar to a cats when they’re smug. “Why, were you about to come?” He giggled in a mocking tone.
“WELL.. NO?? YES— what’s yer’ issue?!”
Jabber’s grin only widened, teeth glinting like he’d just been handed a divine cosmic joke.
“Awwww, my lil’ baby was right there?” he cooed, leaning in close enough that Zanka could feel his breath against his lips. “Right on the edge? You were gonna make a mess without me even touching your dick yet?”
Zanka’s whole body twitched, his thighs trembling around Jabber’s hips as he tried and failed to swallow a sound.
“Shut up,” he muttered, but his voice cracked like glass. “Just— keep going, what the hell—”
“Nahhhh,” Jabber said, grinning like a menace, “I wanna watch you squirm first.”
He kept his fingers inside Zanka, still curved, still deep, just not moving. Not even a twitch. His hand stayed exactly where it was, but his body leaned back slightly, making Zanka feel every empty second of no friction.
Zanka’s breath turned into this half-shaky, half-frustrated pant. His hips jerked upwards involuntarily, trying to get any movement, any form pressure. Jabber held his hip down with one hand, the grip firm but still gentle.
“Ah-ah,” he said. “You said faster, yeah? So say it nicely, Zan.”
Zanka stared at him, face burning, eyes watering again—this time from need.
“You’re— you’re so annoying,” he growled out, trying to look angry but failing so fucking hard. “I oughta’ punch you—”
Jabber kissed him to shut him up, lips pressing hard, stealing whatever threat Zanka was gonna throw. The kiss was messy, needy on Zanka’s end, teasing on Jabber’s.
When he pulled back, Jabber licked a bit of spit off his own lip and smirked.
“Try again, baby.”
Zanka’s fingers curled into Jabber’s shoulders, nails digging deep, his back arching around Jabber’s still-buried fingers.
“Please,” Zanka breathed. “Go faster. Please, Jabber— just— please.”
Jabber blinked, he smiled like Zanka had just given him the world. “There we go,” he whispered. “See? That wasn’t so hard.”
He kissed Zanka’s cheek softly a direct contrast to the way he suddenly slammed his fingers back into motion.
Zanka’s whole body jolted like he’d been electrocuted.
“Jabb—! AH~! holy— fuuuck~..!”
His voice broke into a moan so desperate it almost didn’t sound like him. His hands flew to Jabber’s wrists again, gripping but not pushing away, just an attempt on grounding himself.
“There you go,” Jabber murmured, fingers pumping faster, deeper, scissoring with practiced rhythm. “That’s it. Take it. Take it good, Zan-Zan…”
His thumb brushed the inside of Zanka’s thigh—slowly very lovingly as well, while his fingers inside were the complete opposite: relentless.
Zanka was trembling, his thighs shaking uncontrollably, tears pooling at the corners of his eyes again.
Jabber leaned down, kissing the tears off his cheeks.
“You look so fucking pretty like this,” he breathed. “All messy for me.”
Zanka made a strangled noise, head thrown back against the pillow.
“Jabber— I-I’m—”
Jabber stopped again.
Just for a second.
Just long enough to watch Zanka’s eyes go wide, his voice catch in his throat, his hips jerk desperately,i
“JABBER—!!” Zanka gritted out his teeth with a mix of anger and embarrassment as well as frustration.
Jabber bit his lip, trying not to laugh. “Okay okay— I’m done teasing, I swear.”
“You’re lying,” Zanka panted, chest heaving.
Jabber grinned.
“Yeah, yeah” he admitted unapologetically, “but you love it dontchya’ baby?”
He kissed Zanka again as an apology.
“I’m gonna get you ready,” he whispered between kisses, “and then I’m gonna make you come so hard you forget your name.”
Zanka shuddered, voice nothing more than a broken plea “Then— then do it… don’t stop again, please.”
Jabber’s fingers started moving again, faster, deeper, more precise.
“Good boy,” he murmured. “I gotchu’ gang.” He smiled, dragging his fingers out of him and pushing his thighs more apart. He lowered his sweatpants and his boxers, his length sprinting out.
Zanka was caught off guard by the size.
“You brought uh, condoms right? He double checked with the other, sitting up on his knees and grabbing the bag Zanka had brought in earlier.
He took out the bottle of Lube and strip of condoms, “what else did-chya’ bring?”
Zanka swallowed, suddenly remembering the one thing he really hoped Jabber wouldn’t notice yet.
“…Nothing,” he lied instantly.
Jabber froze mid-rummage.
His eyes narrowed.
“Zanka.”
“It’s NOTHING.”
Jabber slowly, deliberately, reached into the bag again.
There was a faint thud as something heavy shifted at the bottom.
“…Zan,” he said, voice wobbling like he was holding back the most unhinged laugh of his life. “Why does this sound like there’s a literal metal object in here.”
“PUT THE BAG DOWN,” Zanka barked, face erupting into flames.
“UH-UHH.” Jabber snatched it out of Zanka’s reach, clutching it to his chest like a stolen treasure. “If you brought some freaky shit I swear I’m gonna—”
He plunged his hand inside.
Zanka covered his whole face with both hands.
“Don’t— Jabber don’t look at it— I wasn’t thinking straight—”
Jabber’s fingers closed around something.
He pulled it out.
He stared.
“BRO.”
Zanka’s soul left his body.
It was a… It was a.. strawberry-flavored massage candle?..
And underneath it— Jabber could see the corner of something even worse poking out.
“Zanka,” he wheezed, voice cracking, “why the hell did you buy—”
“I panicked!! The aisle was long and everything looked like it had instructions!!”
“You bought a candle—”
“It said ‘sensual’ on the label, how was I supposed to know what that meant?!”
“You bought a CANDLE, Zanka—YA’ WANTED ME TO SHOVE THIS UP YOUR ASS?”
Zanka lunged forward to snatch it back, but Jabber held it up out of reach with one hand while he clutched his stomach with the other from laughing too hard.
“THIS ISN’T EVEN A SEX THING, BRO—”
“Oh my god— YES IT IS?? IT SAYS FOR INTIMATE MASSAGE!!”
“YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS!?”
“JABBER LISTEN,” Zanka snapped, mortified beyond belief, “I DIDN’T WANT TO SHOW UP HERE WITH JUST CONDOMS LIKE SOME FUCKING LOSER—”
Jabber collapsed backward onto the bed, laughing so hard he kicked the air.
“YOU BOUGHT A WHOLE SPA KIT BECAUSE YOU DIDN’T WANNA LOOK UNCOOL??.. AHAHAHAHA—”
“SHUT UP!!” Zanka grabbed a pillow and smacked him in the face with it.
Jabber grabbed the pillow from him mid-hit and tossed it aside, still breathless with laughter.
“Oh my god… baby,” he finally gasped, wiping a literal tear from his eye. “You are— you’re so cute I’m gonna die. Like actually die. My heart’s gonna explode.”
Zanka glared, cheeks glowing bright red.
“Stop laughing… and come here ya lil’ fuckin gremlin.” Zanka swallowed but forced himself to hold Jabber’s stare.
“Come. Here.”
Jabber dropped the candle. Didn’t even care where it landed.
He crawled over Zanka on his knees, slow and predatory, like he had all the time in the world to eat him alive.
“Fuck,” Jabber whispered, voice low. “You’re gonna be the death of me.”
Zanka felt his breath catch as Jabber’s hands slid onto either side of his hips, thumbs brushing the inside of his thighs, spreading him open again like he owned him.
Jabber’s eyes flicked over him, the flushed cheeks, the trembling thighs, the mess on his lips from earlier.
“You brought condoms,” Jabber said softly, picking one up between two fingers like it was something sacred. “Because you wanted this with me.”
Zanka’s heart throbbed painfully in his chest.
“…Yeah,” he admitted quietly. “I wanted— I want you.”
Something in Jabber’s face softened so sharply it almost hurt to look at. He leaned down, touching their foreheads together.
“You have no idea,” he whispered, “how long I’ve been waiting for you to say that.”
Zanka’s breath shook. “Then— then hurry up.”
Jabber laughed under his breath, not mocking this time, but full of warmth and hunger and this overwhelming affection he couldn’t hide even if he tried.
“Okay, baby,” he murmured, tearing the condom wrapper open with his teeth. “I’ll hurry.”
He suited up, slicked himself generously with the absurd amount of lube Zanka bought, and positioned himself between Zanka’s thighs.
Zanka shivered, heartbeat loud in his ears.
“Zan,” Jabber whispered, one hand cupping Zanka’s cheek. “Tell me if it hurts, okay? I’ll go slow.”
Zanka nodded, eyes half-lidded. “Jabber…”
“Yeah?” Jabber breathed.
“…Don’t be too gentle.”
Jabber’s expression broke Into pure, unfiltered, starved amusement and lust. “Ohhhh,” he laughed, almost breathless, “you’re gonna make me do something stupid love bug.”
Jabber hovered over him, chest rising and falling, pupils blown wide as he took Zanka in.
The way he looked at him, the awe, the hunger, the stupid affection, it made Zanka’s stomach twist and heat all at once.
Zanka swallowed, cheeks burning. “Are you gonna make me wait all day, or—”
Jabber huffed a laugh, low and shaky.
“Baby, I’m tryin’ to not lose my mind right now.”
Jabber muses before looking at the throbbing hole, he puts more lube in it and on his shaft licking his lips like some hungry beast. "Ya’ think you're ready for it??"
“The fuck do you take me for? You’re not even that big.” He stuck out his tongue, knowing damn well Jabber was well over bigger than him. He’d taken his fingers pretty nicely, so what could be the big difference?
giggling slightly as he bit Zanka’s thigh, hauling them over his shoulders. “I’m bigger than ya.”
He sounds a bit prideful at the fact. He presses his length against Zanka’s hole, pushing in slowly.
“Breathe in and out dude!” Jabber reminded Zanka. Which caused Zanka to moan loudly—very unintentional actually.
“holyfuckingshit—“ he gasped, “Jabber— wait—“ Jabber shrugs before moving slowly, thrusting a couple more inches.
his eyes began to tear up again, not because he was sad but because .. well he didn’t actually know.. maybe it was because how foggy everything felt—it felt so good.. Jabber was barely halfway in yet.
“Ya doing okay?”
fuck no he wasn’t, is what he wanted to say. his eyes could roll back to the back of his head right now,
“y-yeah.. are you fully in??”
“Just uh, few more inches. You can take it, right? You’re not that weak dawg.”
Jabber glances at him before kissing him softly as he thrusted the whole thing in, which hits a spot that made Zanka see stars.
The man below him gripped the sheets as hard as he could, a few tears streamed down his face as he choked out a moan, his legs beginning to tremble—he was really tight against Jabber’s length, his walls tightly closing in on it.
“hah~!.. Jabber— Jabber— ngh~” his hands began to claw onto Jabber’s back, bringing him closer to him.
“Yer’ so good.. zan-zan~” he mumbled out before feeling aroused by how hard Zanka’s scratching was, he felt one of his hands shift up to his hair.
Jabber had one hand on Zanka’s tight while the other was snug, fitting in like a puzzle piece on his waist. He breathed out a nice sigh, the inside of Zanka felt so amazingly good.
“Keep clenching in like that sweetheart, feels like you gon’ snap my dick off~” he says gleefully, his tone sounding aroused and high.
Zanka on the other hand was barely able to function, he didn’t know how to feel. His body was so hot it felt like he would burn alive but in the best way possible.
Zanka was practically being folded in half at the moment, he tugged hard on Jabber’s locs making the most beautiful sound he thought he'd ever heard come out of the other's mouth, a smile appearing on his face.
It quickly dissolved as Jabber’s thrusts began to snap quicker, that’s till he hit one specific spot.
He choked out a loud moan, eyes lolling to the back of his head, his hands beginning to go weak. Jabber paused for a moment, before a devious smile formed on his face.
“Fuck yeah.. I found your sweet spot!~” he said in a sing-song tone before continuously slamming inside of him.
“B-Boutta’.. come..” the shorter one said in almost a whisper, causing Jabber to softly kiss his lips—Zanka looked so gorgeous like this, with his cheeks flushed, eyes in a daze, breathing heavily, he could seriously look at him forever in this state.
Hot spurts of come came out of Zanka’s length as he continuously panted, Jabber still thrusting violently before he as well succumbed inside of the other.
“Pheeww ~.. I’m spent yo!” He giggled, mustering kisses all over Zanka’s face and neck.
“Oi, quit it!” He was able to say pulling on Jabber’s hair playfully as his kisses tickled his body.
“Yer’ so sexxyy like this~ you didn’t yell at me that much thoouugghh..” he whined burying his face into Zanka’s neck.
Zanka didn’t even know what to say to that other than smack him in the head. “Quit bein’ a fucking masochist and get off me.. I gotta shower.”
Jabber popped his head out and looked at him, “uh, you crazy? Obviously I’m finna’ take care of you!” Jabber pulled out slowly because of course he did, savoring the way Zanka twitched under him.
Zanka hissed through his teeth, face still pink, hair sticking to his forehead.
“warn me next time you pull out..” he muttered, voice rough and half-gone. Jabber only grinned.
“Nahhh,” he said, leaning down to kiss Zanka’s cheek, “you make cute noises.”
“Shut up.”
“Nope.”
Zanka tried to sit up from the bed, only for his legs to give out instantly. He immediately grabbed the sheets like they were going to save his life.
“Whoa— careful!” Jabber laughed, catching him with both hands under his arms. “Your legs ain’t real right now, my boy.”
“Don’t— call me that,” Zanka groaned, mortified, burying his face in the nearest pillow. “And I can walk just fi—” He tried again. He collapsed again.
Jabber cackled, actually slapping his knee like this was the funniest shit he’d ever seen.
“Ohhhh nah, you done,” he said, sliding an arm under Zanka’s back like he weighed nothing. “C’mere bro, I’mma carry you. Bridal style.”
“LIKE HELL YOU ARE—”
He was already in the air.
Jabber scooped him up effortlessly, one arm under his knees, the other around his back, holding him close against his chest. Zanka yelped, grabbing desperately onto Jabber’s shoulders.
“PUT ME DOWN!!”
“Naahhh.” Jabber kissed his forehead. “You’re my lil’ busted-up sweetheart right now.”
Zanka’s ears went scarlet.
“Jabber, I swear to god.. I will beat the shit outta’ you—”
“Can’t hear you,” Jabber sang, walking him toward the bathroom, “too busy takin’ my man to get cleaned up. You’re all wobbly ‘n red ‘n shit. Kinda cute tho.”
“STOP TALKIN’ LIKE THAT.”
“Make me.”
Zanka groaned loudly into his hands, kicking one useless leg in protest. Jabber adjusted his grip, thumbs brushing soothing circles into Zanka’s thigh like he wasn’t the reason they were trembling in the first place.
“You good?” Jabber asked softly once they reached the bathroom door. The real softness, the real worry, slipped into his tone again without him realizing. “Nothing hurts too much, right?”
Zanka peeked at him through his fingers, still flustered, still shaking a little.
“…No,” he muttered. “I’m fine. Just… feels weird.”
“Weird good or weird ‘I’m about to kill you’?”
Zanka hesitated. “…Both.”
Jabber snorted. “Fair enough.”
He nudged Zanka’s forehead with his own, eyes warm.
“I’ll help you shower,” he murmured. “And I promise I won’t start anything again. Unless you want me to.”
“No.. absolutely not, no more today..”
Jabber laughed again, kissing his nose.
“Alright alright. Relax, lil’ dude. I gotchu’.”
Zanka let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding and leaned into Jabber’s chest completely exhausted, embarrassed, and stupidly, painfully in love.
He placed Zanka on the bathroom sink, fully undressing himself doing the same to Zanka as well, which earned him a pissy look since he didn’t enjoy being taken care of.
Jabber picked him up again, leading them to the shower.
Zanka huffed, clutching Jabber’s shoulders with a glare that had absolutely zero bite left in it.
“You can at least let me get in by myself,” he muttered, even as he curled closer to Jabber’s chest for balance.
“Nope,” Jabber said, popping the ‘p’. “You’re like a baby deer on an ice rink right now.”
“Shut up.”
“Love you too.”
He nudged the shower knob on with his elbow, adjusting the temperature with surprising care. One hand supported Zanka’s thigh; the other held the small of his back like he was handling the most fragile thing on earth.
Warm steam filled the room.
Jabber stepped inside with him still in his arms, the water cascading over both of them. Zanka let out a quiet sigh he tried to hide, head falling against Jabber’s shoulder.
“Feels good, huh?” Jabber murmured.
“…Whatever,” Zanka said, which, coming from him, translated directly to yes.
As he kept him steady in his arms, the hand on Zanka’s thigh creeped into his hole using the water to loosen it; he softly fingered it, getting all of his remaining fluids out.
A scowl-pout formed on zanka’s face, but he didn’t say anything to retaliate.
Jabber set him down gently against the tiled wall, letting him stand on his own, keeping one arm circled around his waist so he wouldn’t slide. Zanka grabbed Jabber’s forearm automatically, like it was instinct.
Jabber smiled softly but didn’t comment.
He reached for the body wash and lathered it between his palms.
Zanka’s eyes widened slightly.
“Oh no,” he warned, pointing a shaky finger at him. “Don’t start being all… sappy.”
Jabber raised a brow. “Bro, you can’t even stand.”
“That’s not— shut up!”
He pressed a hand flat to Zanka’s bare hip, steadying him, and began slowly washing down his chest, careful around the places he’d left marks. Zanka tensed at first, embarrassment more than anything, but eventually let himself relax into the warmth and the hands that were inexplicably gentle for someone who fought like a delinquent and kissed like a wildfire.
Jabber looked up at him through wet lashes. “You okay?”
Zanka swallowed. His voice came out quieter than he intended.
“…Yeah.”
Jabber grinned. “Good. ‘Cause I’m tryna’ make sure my boyfriend doesn’t fold like a lawn chair again.”
Zanka’s face exploded in red. “I.. wasn’t??— it was your fault!?”
“Mhm. Totallyyy my fault.” Jabber smirked. “I’m just too good. Tragic, really.” Zanka smacked him weakly on the shoulder.
“Stop talking!”
Jabber laughed, leaned in, and kissed his temple, a soft, lingering kiss that made Zanka freeze like his brain short-circuited.
“You did so good today,” Jabber whispered near his ear. “Seriously.”
Zanka’s fingers curled tighter around Jabber’s arm, grip trembling.
“…Shut up,” he muttered, but his voice was barely above a breath.
Jabber kept washing him, gentle strokes from shoulders to arms to waist, each touch warm and grounding. When he crouched to clean Zanka’s legs, he held the back of his thigh carefully so he wouldn’t slip.
“Man, look at you,” Jabber teased lightly. “All quiet now. Where’s all that yelling from earlier?”
Zanka flicked a bit of water onto him.
“Fuck off.”
Jabber’s grin softened into something undeniably fond.
Once Zanka was rinsed, Jabber straightened, water dripping from his locs. He cupped Zanka’s cheeks with both hands, thumbs brushing beneath his eyes.
“Hey,” he said, voice dropping. “For real… you okay?”
Zanka nodded slowly. “Yeah.”
“You sure?”
“…Yeah. I’m just… tired, it was surprisingly nice though.”
Jabber pressed a kiss to his forehead.
“Aight. Lemme finish washing myself, then I’ll carry your stubborn ass to bed.”
Before Zanka could argue, Jabber added:
“And you’re sleeping at my place. No debate.”
Zanka looked away, ears pink.
“…Whatever.”
Jabber laughed, full and bright and stupidly in love..