𝐁𝐄 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 (𝟏𝟖+)
𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐍𝐈
[ PAIRING ] Dio Brando x reader
[ AUTHOR'S NOTE ] Listen... stoner bff!Dio is a hard sell, but just roll with it. Join me on this ooc journey. (if this looks familiar, that's because this a repost)
[ SYNOPSIS ] You get high with your bestie and reveal that no one has ever made you come before.
[ WORD COUNT ] 1.5k
[ CONTENT ] Modern AU, porn/no plot, weed, dubcon (you're both high), oral sex, vaginal fingering, orgasm delay, teasing.
It was a lazy Sunday afternoon. You and your best friend, Dio, had spent most of the day lazing around, soaking up the mild summer sun that peered through your window. Neither of you had anything of major importance to do, so you both decided getting high and being lumps on your couch was the best way to utilize such a carefree day.
It started out chill, the two of you splitting a bowl with a sprinkling of kief on top. But it didn’t take long for Dio to talk up his “impeccable rolling skills” and demand that you smoke a blunt. You hemmed and hawed, not wanting to smoke that much of your stash, especially because you knew Dio wouldn’t throw five.
But of course he convinced you. Dio constantly weaponized your crush on him to get what he wanted.
It ended up that his rolling skills were truly unmatched. You watched in awe as he crafted a pristine, perfectly fat blunt. You handled it like it was holy, almost too nervous to spark it. However the blonde managed to goad you into lighting it.
You took a puff and slowly breathed out a thick plume of smoke. You passed the blunt back and forth, watching as your exhales filled the room with a smoky haze. After five hits Dio slid off the couch and weaseled his way under the coffee table.
“I cannot be perceived on a visual level right now. Don’t look at me or there will be consequences.”
“Oh, alright. Well… Wanna hear something fucked up?” you asked, passing the blunt to Dio even though he was well beyond his limit.
You looked down at him, not heeding his previous request. You needed to see him, to experience his beauty. Anytime you got high with Dio you couldn’t help but think about how his lips would feel brushing up against yours, how his fingers would feel inside your cunt. Plus he looked so ridiculous, it was distracting. His feet and arms gracelessly stuck out from under the table, limbs too long for concealment.
He was never very good at keeping composure when smoking top-shelf shit.
“Of course,” he replied as he grabbed the blunt from you. His elegant fingers rubbed up against yours and you felt lightheaded from his touch.
You giggled. “No one has ever made me come before.”
He poked his blonde head out from the table, his dark eyes radiating pity.
“Surely you’re joking.”
“Nope. I wish. Every sexual encounter I’ve had has been disappointing.”
“That’s tragic. Don’t tell me things like that,” he said, taking a hit.
You reached for it, assuming it was your turn, but Dio didn’t hand it over.
“You said you wanted to hear something fucked up!”
“I thought you’d talk about something fun like a car accident. What you said was just… sad.”
Dio took a sizable puff, blowing the smoke in your face. You scowled and snatched the blunt from him. He gazed up at you, his face adorned with a condescending smirk.
“I could make you come.” He stroked his chin thoughtfully. “Though I can’t imagine it’d be difficult.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” you asked, getting defensive.
He made grabby hands which you proceeded to kick away. He pouted and sighed. Seeing him like this was hilarious. You almost felt like getting Dio high domesticated him. He was a little slower, a little sweeter, but still somewhat of a gadfly.
“You seem easy.”
“What?!” you exclaimed while stubbing out the joint in an empty glass.
“No, not… not easy. I mean, hm.” He was choosing his words carefully. “You would probably come fast because you’ve never come… before.”
“Okay well I don’t know if you know this, but there is this thing called masturbation and people do it.”
“I, Dio, know what masturbation is.”
“So you just assumed I don’t masturbate? Is that the vibe I give off?”
“Stop saying so many words,” Dio groaned, resuming his place next to you on the couch. “Do you want to come or not?”
“Excuse me?”
Dio was getting annoyed with you and frustrated by his inability to articulate his thoughts to his liking. “You want me to make you come, right? That’s what you’re getting at.”
“Sure?”
He rolled his eyes.
“Lay down,” he ordered. “Take your shorts off.”
You were more than happy to do so. Quickly you pulled your shorts off along with your underwear and threw them across the room. You grabbed one of the pillows and placed it on the arm rest and reclined, letting your body sink into the cushions. Dio turned to you and got on his knees before settling into a modified child’s pose, leaving his head in your lap.
It was quite a view. You ran your fingers through his thick hair, watching the silky, golden strands slide between them. He looked angelic, though with a rather Luciferian feel.
“Has anyone ever gone down on you before?”
“Kinda? A guy tried, but gave up after like a minute.”
“That hardly counts,” he said, spreading apart your folds.
You had no witty retort so you kept quiet.
Dio slipped two fingers inside your cunt, pressing them up against your walls. When he pulled them out he sucked them clean, his eyes never leaving yours. He had apparently decided he could be perceived at this time.
“You taste divine.”
“Th—thanks? Thank you.”
He gave you a quizzical look and began to suck on your clit, deeming your comment unworthy of a response. You didn’t mind; you were too focused on how your clit throbbed in between his soft lips.
“That feels so good,” you mewled.
“I know,” he said, ego untempered even though he was high.
He flicked the tip of his tongue against your clit as your body bloomed with arousal. You watched as he lapped at your cunt, his back arched like a cat. It was such a contrived position, an attempt to maximize his allure, but it worked. He had you transfixed, a successful spell cast. You surrendered yourself to him and his enchanting looks.
With each languid lick, you felt as if you were ascending to a higher plane. You cursed Dio for being right. He had barely put in any work and you were already fighting back crashing waves of euphoria. It wasn’t necessarily better than masturbation, just different. Being able to lie back and let someone else do the work was a treat.
Your legs flexed and your toes curled as Dio tongued the side of your clit. He thrust three of his fingers inside you, curling them upwards almost as if he was beckoning your orgasm.
“Fuck,” you groaned.
You clenched your teeth and tried to stave off the warmth overtaking you. It was as if every cell in your body was drowning in pleasure. It all became too much to bear and you buried your face in your hands.
Dio let out a displeased groan.
“Did I tell you to stop playing with my hair?”
You uncovered your face and met his gaze. It was cold and unfeeling. You resumed running your fingers through his hair.
“That’s what I thought,” he muttered.
He began to fingerfuck you while he traced your aching clit with his tongue. You gritted your teeth and struggled not to clench your fists. The last thing you wanted to do was yank on his hair while his teeth were so close to your cunt.
“D—shit—Dio, I’m gonna—”
“Not yet,” he cooed.
“Fuck,” you moaned. “Please!”
He encircled your clit with his tongue and managed to squeeze his pinky inside you along with his fingers. You gasped, nearly choking on your own breath.
“Hush. Not yet,” he said sweetly.
You let out a pained groan as he kissed your clit. “I hate you.”
Like clockwork he grazed your folds with his teeth. Shockingly you didn’t hate the sensation.
“So good,” you mumbled, unable to form a complete sentence.
His eyes seemed to light up, like he was proud of what he was accomplishing.
Your orgasm wasn’t bombastic. You didn’t shriek Dio’s name or flop around uncontrollably. Your body felt tingly and your muscles tensed up. Your breathing quickened and you whined a little, begging for more.
Dio sat up and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He plucked the blunt out of the cup and lit it, taking a drag. He then laid on top of you and cupped your cheek with one of his hands. He placed his lips on yours and pushed his tongue past your teeth. You let your tongue writhe against his as he exhaled the smoke in your mouth.
“Told you,” he whispered in your ear.
You blew the smoke in his face, making him wriggle his nose.
“Yeah, yeah. It was good,” you said, trying to act as if you weren’t beaming on the inside.
“Hmph. If you think that was good, wait until I fuck you.”
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I Never Want To Fall Asleep - Chapter 4
Word count: 7,109
For pairings, warnings, and disclaimer - see Masterpost
Sunday, December 18th, 2022
London, England to New York, New York
“Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to London Heathrow International Airport. We are now boarding for Jet Blue flight 20 to New York City. Could all passengers in rows 17 to 26 please make their way to gate A17 and have your boarding passes ready. Thank you, and enjoy your flight.”
You stand up, grabbing your backpack from the seat next to you, slinging it over your shoulder.
“Don’t rush, Y/N. We’ve got heaps of time.” You look back at Jake, still lazing across the uncomfortable airport lounge seats, bag behind his head.
You frown. “I’m in row 18, so I should go now.”
He grumbles, and leans over the back of the chairs to Danny on the other side.
“Hey, do you mind swapping with Y/N and sitting with Jules?” He asks.
Danny looks up at you and smiles. “‘Course not. Here.” He reaches over, handing you his boarding pass.
“No, Danny, you don’t have to do that.”
He waves his hand at you. “Come on, I insist. I love Jules, and besides, we’ve got lots of gossip to catch up on.” He looks to her where she’s standing next to you, and she gives him an exaggerated wink.
You huff. “Okay, fine. Thanks, Danny.” You take the paper from him and hand him yours.
Danny stands up. “It’s my pleasure. Shall we, Jules?”
As they walk away, you sit back down and check Danny’s ticket. 11C.
“Now we can sit together.” Jake smirks at you as you sit back down, closing his eyes again.
“Who else is in your row?”
He opens his eyes. “No one. I’d had it booked for Lily, but, y’know, she didn’t end up making it out.”
You nod. “Okay.”
When they finally call for rows 8 to 16, Jake reluctantly stands up and stretches. The two of you make your way to the gate, with Josh trailing behind.
You’d met with Lennon and Sam in the hotel restaurant for breakfast as they’d nursed their hangovers, catching you up on their escapades from the night before. When they’d badgered you about your holiday plans, you tried to keep it vague, mentioning you were planning to do a few things in New York.
It wasn’t entirely a lie.
Last night, when Jake had asked you to come to his family home for Christmas, you’d immediately said no. You’d pulled your hand from his, sat up in bed, and turned the lamp back on.
“Why on earth would I do that?”
Jake had chuckled. “’Cause I want you to be there?” He’d sat up too, propping himself against the headboard with a pillow.
You rolled your eyes. “And you told me off for referring to us as co-dependant.”
He’d laughed at you. “I know, I know. You were right. I know you don’t really have plans, and I didn’t think you’d be that crushed not to be spending the holidays alone in New York for the hundredth time. You’ve missed out on so many family Christmases. I want you to have a happy one.”
You scoffed. “That’s not the point, Jake. I can’t just crash Christmas with your family. Besides, I don’t want to be a seventh wheel. Sammy will have Lennon, Josh is bringing his new boyfriend, he already told me. And you’ll have Lily. I don’t know your sister at all. I’d feel so awkward.”
Jake had frowned. “Lennon’s not coming, she’s with her family. That’s why her and Sam are staying in London a bit longer. And, uh, Lily can’t make it this year. College.”
You hummed, still not really considering it. “I’ve never met your parents, or been to Michigan, for that matter. Where would I sleep? It’s not like I can share a twin bed with you, what would they think?”
He leaned over and twisted your hand so he could hold it. “You can sleep wherever you like, Y/N. I don’t care what they think. It’s none of their business.”
You’d groaned. “I can’t come to Frankenmuth to be your stand-in girlfriend. That’s ridiculous. I won’t be able to contribute anything and I’ll just get in the way.”
“You already know my brothers. Well, in fact. And they love you. And Ronnie and my parents will, too. You’ll feel right at home.” You turned your head to face him, his eyes earnest. “You don’t have to contribute anything. No one will expect gifts from you, and my mom always makes way too much food.”
“Won’t you be going to see your extended family? Or having them over? That’d just be too much.”
He’d shaken his head. “My grandparents host a dinner on Christmas Eve, but only my parents are going. Danny, my siblings and I have a tradition of watching Die Hard, and, y’know, ‘cause we’re not there that long this year, we managed to get ourselves out of it. You’d just hang out with us.”
“I have to go to New York. We have meetings when I get back. I still have work to do, my break doesn’t technically start ’til December 21st. I can’t just cut and run.”
He smiled. “That’s fine. I’m not going home ‘til the 20th, anyway. I’m going back to Nashville first to get my car. I’ll get you a flight on the 21st and I can come pick you up at the airport.”
You’d looked at him properly, then. His face was hopeful. You really felt like this could be a bad idea, and you didn’t know if it was appropriate, especially given the predicament you’d found yourselves in over the last few days. But the idea of spending Christmas with a family that was warm and inviting, friends you knew and trusted, it sounded so appealing.
The thought of waking up next to Jake on Christmas morning, even if it was the only time you’d ever get to do so, was magical.
“You really want me to come?”
He’d nodded. “I can’t really imagine it without you. You’re family.”
You smiled. “Okay, then. I’ll come.”
He’d laughed, and it sounded overjoyed. You felt a warmth spreading through your bones.
You switched off the lamp as he threw his arms around your waist, tackling you, still laughing, and pulled you down into him, wrapping his frame around yours and resting his nose in your hair.
“I can’t wait. It is the Christmas capital of the USA, you know. You’re going to love it.”
You’d giggled. You couldn’t wait, either.
But you weren’t sure how to broach the subject with Sammy and Lennon, so you didn’t. You assumed Jake would update his whole family before your inevitable arrival, and you didn’t feel like you should be the one to break the news.
You’d given them both big hugs and they’d wished you a happy holidays, making you promise to send photos of yourself in Times Square in the snow, and you’d laughed and wished them a good stay in London. Sam was driving up to Michigan on Thursday, so Jake had plenty of time to tell him.
Jake lets you take the window seat on the plane. You love being able to see the city as you take off, and you try and scavenge a window seat any time you can. He sits on the aisle, your bags on the empty seat between you.
As the plane takes off, you excitedly point out Big Ben to him, and the London Bridge. While the flight attendant isn’t looking, he slides across to the middle seat for a better view.
“Isn’t it amazing? All the places you hear about, read about in books or see in movies, right there. Underneath us!”
He chuckles at you. “Yeah. It’s pretty incredible.”
The flight isn’t too long, considering it’s international, only 8 hours. You sleep a little when you can, your head on Jake’s shoulder. You know that with the time difference, it’ll only be around 6pm when you touch down at JFK.
You watch a few episodes of The Office together, snacking on the tasteless airplane food, with Josh pestering you from the row behind every so often to share a funny passage of his book.
Once you finally land and disembark in New York, your legs are jelly. You’re so ready to roll straight into your new hotel bed. You collect your baggage from the carousel.
Jake, Josh and Danny have a connecting flight to Nashville, so you say your goodbyes in the airport as Jake hunts the board for their gate number.
“Ugh. Flight’s delayed, and we have to go to the domestic terminal to check our bags again. You should just head out from here, Y/N. Freddie and Jules are waiting for you. We’ll be fine.” Jake turns to Josh to check their flight details on his phone.
Danny wraps his arm around your shoulders.
“Have a safe flight, Danny.” You tell him, resting your head back against his chest.
“I will. It’s not me you have to worry about.” He chuckles, gesturing to the twins bickering in front of you. You turn your head to smile up at him.
Josh pulls you in for a big hug. “Happy Christmas, mama. May your days be merry and bright, and all that shit.” He waves his hands in the air, in very Josh fashion.
You giggle. “You too, Josh. Don’t forget to water my plants while you’re in Nashville.”
He waves you off. “That’s Jake’s problem. If you leave it up to me, they’ll die faster.”
You and Danny laugh. You know he’s right.
Josh looks to Jake. “Just gonna run to the bathroom before we go, brother. Meet us over there.” He points to the bathroom down the hall, gives Danny a knowing look, and they disappear with a wave.
You turn to Jake and give him a small smile. “So, I’ll see you in a few days, then?”
“Yep. Wednesday. Only three sleeps. And you get to be an honorary Kiszka for the holidays. How exciting is that?”
You laugh. “Extremely. I’m looking forward to it.”
“Me too.” He grins. “Michigan will suit you.”
He leans in to you, wrapping his arms around your waist tightly, yours around his neck.
“Fly safe.” You whisper into his hair.
“I will. Enjoy New York.”
“I will.”
He kisses your forehead, and with that, he’s gone.
Monday, December 19th and Tuesday, December 20th 2022
New York, New York
Your three nights in New York go by too fast. One minute, you’re waking up in your new hotel room and getting dressed to head to the office for the crew debrief, the next minute, you’re repacking to head back to the airport.
Over the few days you’re there, you have to attend two meetings for the tour. After the debrief on Monday, you receive itineraries for the US and Canadian legs, and instructions on where to meet for the rundown the next day.
Monday evening you meet with your college friends, drinking in a dingy bar in Brooklyn until the wee hours of the morning. You have a wonderful time, sharing stories from tour and hearing about their lives in the city.
You also have a few work appointments, some in person and some virtual, meeting with the designers for alterations and getting to see some new designs. You’re complimented on your mending and maintenance by all of them, and they each thank you for keeping the integrity of their work.
“Some professionals with 20 years of experience can’t do repairs this well.” One of them says to you.
That makes you burst with pride, as you’d really tried your best to keep all the pieces looking as good as they did when they were handed over to you. Normal wear and tear was common, but it was your job to make sure no one noticed it.
After the second crew meeting on Tuesday afternoon, you, Julie and Freddie go out for dinner. Freddie snaps the obligatory picture of you and Jules in Times Square, snowflakes dusting your cheeks, which you quickly send to Lennon and Sam with the caption:
Right through the very heart of it, New York, New York!
You eat sushi at your favourite hole-in-the-wall Japanese restaurant, and toast to your incredible jobs with warm sake. You give them your handmade Christmas gifts, charcoal and white striped socks for Freddie, and a lilac crocheted headband for Jules.
“To keep your hair out of your face for work!” You tell her excitedly.
You’re so happy, you love these people so much. You feel so lucky.
Jake has texted you a few times.
Sunday, 11.04pm
Jake: Made it home. Flight was shit, delayed and lots of turbulence. Storm coming tonight, apparently. Hope you’re asleep. Talk tomorrow x
Monday, 2.43pm
Jake: <voice message>
‘Hey. I’m in the car. I, uh, thought it would be a good idea to go to the fucking mall 6 days before Christmas. It was a goddamn nightmare, I’d even made a list and I still had to leave before I got everything. Some woman with a baby in a stroller literally took a book out of my basket at the bookstore. It was so fucked. I’m never going shopping again.’
He’d sounded very grumpy, and it made you giggle.
Tuesday, 11.16am
Jake: <5 photo attachments> Plants are still alive, see? The monstera looked a little sad but I’ve left it sitting in the tub with some water. Picked up the books, wasn’t sure which ones you wanted so I just got everything on your nightstand. Hope thats ok. Josh and I heading straight home from here. Will let you know when we arrive x
8.35pm
Jake: We made it. Hope you’re having a nice time at dinner. That photo of you and Jules is very sweet. See you tomorrow. Bring all the warm things you have x
After dinner, you and Julie hole up in your hotel room, drinking beers from the mini-bar and eating the complimentary chocolates in your pyjamas.
You unload your tote bag full of summer clothes from tour onto her, and she promises to keep them safe in her hotel room until you return.
“Fuck, I’m gonna miss you so much. Freddie is gonna bore me to death. If I have to hear about his damn ex from Atlanta one more time…”
You laugh and slap her leg. “You’ll be fine, Jules. It’s less than two weeks, and you’ve got the weekend with your parents to look forward to. They’ll be here before you know it, and then I’ll be back here on the 2nd, and we’ll have as many girls nights as we can squeeze in when we’re back on the road.”
She smiles and rests her head on your shoulder. “Are you gonna be okay, babe? Christmas with his family? Are you sure that’s what you wanna do?”
You sigh. “Yeah, I’m sure. He really wants me there, and I wanna go too. I really miss family Christmases, and I can’t stand mine, so…”
She laughs. “As long as you’re sure.”
“I am.”
“Then have the best fucking time. Send me all the updates. God, I wish I had a rockstar boyfriend to take me to a cute as fuck Christmas town for the holidays.”
You giggle and rest your head on top of hers. “He’s not my boyfriend. But I will. Thanks, Jules.”
Wednesday, December 21st
Detroit, Michigan to Frankenmuth, Michigan
You turn on your phone as soon as the flight attendant gives you permission via the overhead announcement. 2.28pm. You’re taxiing now, and you can see the snow dusting the sprawling green fields around the airport through your tiny window. Jake’s texted to let you know he’ll be waiting for you at domestic arrivals, and you start to feel nervous.
You disembark the plane, making your way through the gate to the luggage carousel. Your bag is one of the last to come out, which just gives you more time to stand around, tapping your foot anxiously.
You don’t really know why you feel so nervous. You guess it’s not really about seeing Jake, but more about going to his home. Seeing where he grew up, meeting the rest of his family. It all feels very personal, like you’re about to see a side of him not many get to see.
You’re excited to spend time in the Midwest, see the Great Lakes, explore parts of your country you’ve never been to before. But you’re most excited to spend your favourite holiday with your friend.
Your best friend. That’s what he is.
You wonder if he feels the same way about you.
When you finally see him, you feel a weight lifted. Being in his presence is instantly comforting.
When he sees you, his face lights up.
“You made it!” He pulls you off the ground into a hug.
“I made it! I’m in Michigan!”
“You’re in Michigan!” He laughs bewilderedly, as if he can’t quite believe it.
Neither can you.
He sets you down, and takes your bag as you head out to the parking lot.
You nudge his shoulder with your own. “Who would’ve thought it, hey? The famous Jake Kiszka, guitarist extraordinare, bringing his tour wardrobe coordinator to Frankenmuth for Christmas with Mom and Dad.” You giggle.
He scoffs and wraps his arm around you. “Y/N, you’re not just our wardrobe coordinator. You’re my friend. I’m so happy you’re here.”
You blush deeply. “I’m happy to be here, too, Jake.”
“I’m glad. Wouldn’t have wanted you to come all this way and have a terrible time, y’know.”
You chuckle. “Well, it hasn’t really started yet. I might have an awful time. At least the flight was only an hour and a half. Not too much of a waste.”
He rolls his eyes as he pops the trunk of his Jeep and loads your bags.
You whistle. “Forgot you had such a fancy car.”
He laughs. “Yeah. I haven’t been using it much, but it’s good for driving up here.”
“I bet.” You nod, and climb in.
“You hungry?”
“Yeah, actually. Starving.” As you speak, you hear your stomach grumble. You look at him sheepishly.
He chuckles. “Sounds like it. Let’s get you some food.”
Jake stops for drive-through at the first fast food restaurant you pass, an unspoken agreement that neither of you wants to delay your journey to Frankenmuth any more than necessary. He orders for you, a cheeseburger, fries, and a strawberry shake, and then gives you a questioning look, as if to make sure he hasn’t overstepped. You nod, smiling. Your belly does a little flip.
When you’re back on the highway, you sip your milkshake, staring out the window, admiring the never-ending rolling greenery bordering the road. Jake’s playing his music through the car stereo, and you smile each time you recognise a song. Some of it folky, some classic rock. All of it the perfect soundtrack for this beautiful drive.
The further north you go, the denser and more lush the trees become, with more snow dripping from the branches. You talk about your favourite Christmas traditions, which movies you watch, what carols your parents play, what you like to eat around the holidays. You tell Jake about your favourite childhood Christmas, when you managed to rope your entire family into a production of the nativity scene. None of your family were religious, but you were so excited after learning about it at school, so they indulged you. You organised the whole thing, and made all the costumes, of course. Your two uncles and your grandmother were the three wise men. Your parents played the donkey, your mom the head, and your dad the tail. Your aunt was pregnant at the time, so naturally she was cast as the Virgin Mary. You were eight.
Jake tells you about how he and his siblings would always perform Christmas concerts for their family as kids. As he put it, he was the only one who ever knew how to play anything remotely good, but Josh would bash the drum kit, and Sam and Ronnie would sing bluesy renditions of Christmas carols. Sometimes their dad would join them on the harmonica. His favourite one was when he was nine, when he and Josh learned how to play ‘Rockin’ Around The Christmas Tree’, because it was Sam’s favourite. Sam got so excited that he tried to sing along with a mouthful of jell-o and ended up with it all down his front.
You feel so warm when he talks about his family. You love to hear about his past, the stories and experiences that make him who he is.
You’ve been mostly quiet for this last half hour, only making a few comments about how pretty the scenery is, him humming in agreement. You’ve busied yourself with your knitting, and you’ve almost finished Danny’s scarf.
You look over to Jake, and find him looking back at you. He quickly flicks his gaze back out the windscreen.
“Eyes on the road, Kiszka.” You scold.
He blushes and clears his throat. “Not long now. About 20 minutes. It’ll take a bit longer, but do you want me to drive through town so you can see it?”
You grin. “Absolutely.”
The main township is only a few minutes from the highway, and you gasp as he drives through the centre of it. You point out a beautiful old building, flowers and trees surrounding a circular driveway, right in the middle of the main street.
“What’s that? It’s so pretty!” You look over at him excitedly.
Jake laughs. “That’s the visitors' centre. That’s the point, I guess.”
Your smile grows wider and turn back out your window.
The town is exactly as you’d expected, and it really does feel like little Bavaria. Cute, peaked roofs and quaint European street signs. Every lamppost is decorated with Christmas lights, snow covering the sidewalks, and there are locals wandering around on their afternoon errands, bundled up in coats and hats. It’s like magic.
“I feel like I’m in a Christmas movie!” You giggle.
Jake laughs.
He even takes you past his old high school, pointing out the music rooms where he’d used to have jazz band practice. It makes you smile to see him so proud of his hometown, and so excited to be sharing it with you.
When he’d told you stories about Frankenmuth on tour, he’d always complained about the tourist traps and the kitschy architecture, but seeing him in it, he really seemed like he belonged. And even if it was just the nostalgia or the familiarity, it really seemed like he loved it here, too.
You finally make your way back out of town, and he lets you know when you’re nearing his street.
“They know I’m coming, right?”
Jake laughs. “Yes, they know you’re coming. I texted Mom when you said yes. And I told Josh and Kai on the way up yesterday.”
You nod. “Kai? That’s the new boyfriend, right?”
“Yeah! I think you’ll really like him.” He smiles. “He’s cool, grew up in LA so he’s definitely out of his element here, y’know. But he’s really nice, and him and Josh are good together. Balance each other out. You’ll see.”
You feel warm hearing Jake talk about Kai. You know first hand how strong he and Josh’s bond is, so you figure their relationships with their twin’s partners must have to be so important for them. Given their twin telepathy, you can’t imagine Josh would ever choose someone Jake wouldn’t approve of, and vice versa.
You’d never met Lily in person, but you’d heard stories from Josh, Sam, and Danny. Jake didn’t talk about her much. She’d grown up in Frankenmuth too, and from what you knew, it sounded like she’d been in and out of Jake’s life for a while before they finally got together during senior year. She came from a wealthy family, and she’d always been interested in commerce and law, but her love of literature and art was what she and Jake had bonded over.
Josh had mentioned to you once that Lily had taken him to painting classes as a birthday gift. She sounded perfect, and you were secretly glad she wasn’t going to be here this year. You’re sure you would get along, if Jake liked her, then so would you. But you were glad you wouldn’t have to live in her shadow, and even though you knew your relationship with Jake would have to change eventually, you were happy to play pretend with him for just a little while longer.
As Jake pulls into the driveway, your nerves flood back. You’re all of a sudden terrified of meeting his parents, his sister. You feel like you’re going to stick out like a sore thumb. It’s different for Kai, you’re not Jake’s partner, and you’re probably never going to be back here again. You’re just a temporary guest, a work friend, with no future in this family.
Jake pulls the keys from the ignition and looks over at you, placing his hand over yours on your knee.
“It’s going to be fine. I want you here with me. That’s all that matters.”
You nod, a little shaky. “Yep, I know. It’s gonna be great.”
He chuckles. “It is. Take a deep breath. There’s nothing to be worried about.”
He gets your bags from the trunk and you follow the path up to the house. As you’re approaching the steps, the front door swings open.
“My baby is here! Come here, Jakey, give your momma a hug!” Jake laughs and puts your things down on the porch, walking right into his mother’s arms.
“Oh, honey, I’ve missed you!” She coos, rubbing circles on his back.
“Missed you too, Mom.��� He takes a step back. “This is my friend, Y/N.” He looks at you. “Y/N, this is my mom, Karen.”
She opens her arms to you. “So good to meet you, sweetheart. Jake’s so happy you could make it, and so am I!” She embraces you in a sweet, motherly hug, and you instantly feel calm.
Everything was gonna be okay.
When you step back, you look at Jake questioningly.
“Didn’t you get here last night?”
He laughs as he grabs your bags and Karen ushers you into the house. “Yeah, I did. But Mom was out of town at our aunt’s place. She only got home while I was out getting you.”
“You can imagine how excited I was to get home to my kiddos, only to discover half of them weren’t even here!”
You look toward Jake guiltily and he cracks a smile. “Well, I’m here now, momma. And Sam will be here tomorrow, so you’ll have all of us together.”
She grins, a huge smile that lights up her face. “Yes, I will. And don’t worry, Y/N, I’m not upset that Jake went to go pick you up. But you can understand, if have to be stuck with only one of my boys, Josh certainly is the most painful.” She laughs.
“Already telling Y/N who your favourite child is, momma? Geeze, let her breathe. She’s only been in the door 30 seconds.” Josh pokes his head out into the entryway.
You give him a small smile. “Hi, Josh.”
He comes out and sweeps you up into a hug. “Well, you certainly pulled a fast one on us. I take back the Merry Christmas I wished you at the airport. Gotta save it for the real thing.”
You giggle. “Yeah, sorry about that. Thought Jake should probably tell you himself.”
He shakes his head. “Don’t be sorry, lover. The more the merrier!”
Two new faces now poke out from the room Josh has just emerged from.
The small brunette girl smiles at you, her long, golden brown hair flowing down her back.
“Nice to meet you, Y/N. I’m Ronnie.”
“Nice to meet you too, Ronnie.” You grin at her. She looks so much like Jake.
The other, a tall, dark haired man walks over to Josh and places his hand on his waist.
Josh looks up at him and then back to you.
“And Y/N, this is Kai.”
He has a sweet smile. “Hey, Y/N. Glad you’re here. Takes the pressure off a bit, I reckon.”
You giggle. “Hey, Kai. Glad to be of assistance.”
Jake looks to Karen. “Where’s Dad? I thought yesterday was his last day of work.”
Karen sighs. “Nope, they managed to rope him into staying ’til Friday. He should be back around 6, so you’ll see him for dinner.”
Jake nods. “Alright. Y/N, lets get your bags upstairs, hey?”
You smile at everyone as they trudge back through to what you assume is the living room, Karen giving your hand a sweet pat, and you follow Jake up the stairs.
The first door at the top of the staircase reads ‘Sammy’ in little wooden letters. You smile. You follow Jake down the hall and to the left, and he swings open the door.
“Welcome to my room.”
You giggle.
It’s quite a large bedroom, and when you look around, you see walls covered in band posters, a stack of vinyls in one corner. The walls are painted a navy blue with white trim, and there’s glow-in-the-dark stars stuck to the ceiling. There’s a desk, piled high with books, and guitar rack with a few acoustics and one electric. There’s two dressers, overflowing with clothes, and one closet in the corner that also looks like it’s bursting at the seams.
Against the two far walls, there are two twin beds.
One of them is made up neatly, fresh towels on the end. The books Jake picked up from your house sitting on the nightstand. The other, the one under the window, looks mussed up, and you guess this must be where Jake slept last night.
You linger in the doorway as he puts your bags down on the untouched bed.
“Is this yours and Josh’s room?” You ask.
He chuckles. “Yeah. He and Kai are on the fold out in the basement, though. So it’s just you and me in here.”
You walk over and sit down on the made bed, nodding.
Jake sits on his bed. “Is it what you expected?”
“Yeah, I think so. I don’t know, really. You never told me you and Josh shared a room.”
He laughs. “Didn’t I? Sorry. I think it’s why I like sharing a bed so much, y’know. Grew up with snoring 5 feet away from me. Now I can’t sleep without it.”
You give a little smile. “That makes sense.”
He frowns. “You don’t snore, Y/N. Sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.”
“No, no, it’s okay.” You look at him. “I’m just a little overwhelmed, is all.”
“Were you expecting we’d share a bed?” He’s looking you over, as if trying to read your mind. “‘Cause I kinda wasn’t sure if you’d want to. I didn’t know if you were joking, what you said at the hotel. If you want, y’know, you can share with me anyway. At least with two beds in here, no one will have to know.” He grins.
“It’s okay, Jake. Really. We don’t have to share. We’ll have each other’s company, anyway.”
He nods. “Alright. Do you wanna, uh, unpack? Or do you wanna come downstairs? Up to you, no pressure.”
“Meet you down there in a bit?”
“Sure, no worries.” He smiles and leaves, closing the door gently behind him.
You don’t know what came over you just now. You guess you hadn’t really given too much thought to your sleeping arrangement, and you'd figured you’d either be bunking in Jake's bed or set up in a guest room, somewhere. You hadn’t imagined that you’d be just sharing a room, having him so close, yet just out of arms reach. That felt worse, somehow.
You’re here for 12 nights, which is kind of a long time, when you think about it. You’d originally only agreed to stay for Christmas, but Jake had talked you into staying on for Danny’s birthday celebrations and into the New Year, excitedly telling you about their plans to set off fireworks at the lake for New Years Eve.
“We’ve just spent one too many in cities, y’know. We need a break this year. It’ll be just us, no party or anything. You’ll love it.” He’d said, trying to convince you, and you’d eventually agreed.
As you unpack a few things onto the nightstand, plugging in your phone charger, you centre yourself. This will be fine. This is what you signed up for. You’re going to have a great time.
You eventually make it downstairs to find everyone in the living room, Joni Mitchell playing on the record player by the fireplace. Kai is on the recliner, Josh sitting on the ottoman between his feet. Jake and Ronnie are sitting at opposite ends of the couch, and when Josh sees you, he gestures to the spot between them.
“Come sit down! We’re catching Ronnie and Kai up on tour stories. I’m sure Y/N has plenty to share about how she deals with us troublesome boys on the road.” Josh cackles.
You giggle, sliding in next to Jake, and he leans over to you.
“Want a drink?”
“Uh, yeah, yes please. What are you having?” You eye his glass.
“Scotch, but there’s beer and wine in the kitchen. What would you like?”
You hum. “Beer sounds good, thanks.”
You all spend a few hours chattering and catching up, getting to know Kai and Ronnie. Jake and Josh boast about you to the others, commending you on their costumes. You brush it off, clarifying you were just maintaining the work of the designers. In turn, you compliment the boys on their music, calling out your favourite songs or particular performances from Europe that you'd loved.
When Kelly, Jake’s dad, arrives home, Karen calls you all in for dinner. You migrate to the dining table, where Karen, Ronnie, and Jake serve everyone’s plates, and you all end up with huge helpings of roast chicken and vegetables.
“Thanks so much, Karen. This all looks delicious.” You give her a warm smile.
“Yeah, thanks, Mom, but why did you make a roast? Won’t we be having like 3 more roast dinners over the weekend? You didn’t have to go all this trouble, I would’ve been happy with something simple.” Josh looks perplexed.
Karen laughs, and Kelly answers. “Your mother loves to cook for her family. Any night with you kids here is a special occasion.”
You all laugh.
Josh scoffs. “Unlike you, Dad. Last night we were left to fend for ourselves. Kai and I had to eat instant ramen.”
“Oh, hush, Joshua. You’ve made a terrible impression on our guest.” Karen scolds. “We’re not usually such bad hosts, Kai.”
Kai shrugs. “I didn’t mind it.”
Jake shakes his head at Josh. “Well, maybe if you’d learned how to cook, that wouldn’t be a problem.” He looks to Karen. “Thanks, momma. It’s special for us, too.” He smiles, and his hand brushes your thigh under the table, where he leaves it to rest.
You feel your cheeks warming.
Karen reaches over to pat Jake’s other hand. “You’re welcome, baby. Any time.”
Kelly pours the wine and raises his glass. “To my beautiful children, and their friends and partners,” he smiles at Kai, and then at you, “thank you for being here. We’ve missed you very much and we’re so proud of you. Welcome home.”
Karen looks like she might cry. “One more night, and I’ll have all of you under one roof.”
You all cheers, and dig in.
After dinner you’re all left sufficiently full, Josh collapsed on the couch in a food coma with his head in Kai’s lap. Ronnie goes to retire to her room, she flew in from Chicago this morning and is ready for bed. You wish her good night and she gives you a hug, telling you how great it was to meet you.
“My brother is so happy you’re here. Couldn’t stop talking about it last night.” She says in your ear.
You pull back, blushing. “I’m glad to be here, too.”
She pulls you aside, out of earshot of Jake and her parents talking in the dining room.
“I know about him and Lily’s arrangement, you know, so I won’t pretend I don’t know what’s going on between the two of you.” She smiles. She doesn’t look upset with you, but there’s something underlying her tone. “Don’t worry, Mom and Dad have no idea. Just… be careful. I know my brother, and I know he often bites off more than he can chew. He’s got a big heart, and he doesn’t know where to put all that love. Don’t let yourself get in over your head.”
You nod, her words dropping like rocks in your stomach.
“We’re not sleeping together.” You say quietly.
She hums. “All the more reason. No sex, and he’s this attached to you? Just don’t do anything you can’t get yourself out of. Lily will come back, she always does.”
She gives you a small wave and heads upstairs.
You feel sick. Everything Ronnie said, you already knew. You just didn’t want to have your suspicions confirmed. Honestly, you were surprised Josh hadn’t given you the same talk.
After cups of tea and biscuits at the dining table with Jake’s parents, you decide it’s time for you to go to bed, too.
You stand up, and Jake follows suit.
“I’m gonna head upstairs. I’m exhausted.”
He nods. “Alright, me too.”
You give him a small smile. “Good night, Karen. Thanks again for having me here. I really appreciate you making the room.”
She huffs and waves her hand at you. “Don’t be silly, sweetheart. It’s our pleasure. You’re so important to Jake, so you are to us, too. If you need anything, just let me know.”
She stands up and comes around the table to give you both a kiss on the cheek.
“‘Night, Mom.”
Kelly doesn’t get up, but he smiles warmly at you both.
“‘Night, kids.”
“‘Night, Dad. Thanks for the bourbon.” Jake grins.
“Good night, Kelly. Thanks again.”
He nods. “Sleep well.”
You make your way upstairs, Jake on your heels.
You collect your t-shirt and shorts for bed and toiletries from your duffle, and Jake points you in the direction of the bathroom.
You have a hot shower, and it soothes the anxiety radiating through you. Once you get out and into your pyjamas, you comb out your hair, leaving it out to dry while you sleep. You brush your teeth, applying some skin care, and giving yourself one final once-over in the mirror.
You head back to Jake’s room and find him already in bed, curled up with one of your books, reading glasses on. You giggle.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you wear glasses.” You say, shutting the door behind you and padding over to Josh’s bed.
He looks up from the page and smiles at you. “I don’t really on tour. I’m always so tired I never really get to read, y’know.”
“They suit you.”
“Well, thanks.”
You slip under the covers, scrolling through Instagram for a while. You send a text to Jules to let her know you made it here safely, and everything was all good.
A few times, Jake breaks the quiet, reading a you passage from the book that he thinks you might like. You don’t tell him you’ve already read that one, but he chooses all your favourite parts anyway. You like to hear him read aloud.
After 20 minutes or so, Jake switches off the light, and you plug in your phone, curling up in the small bed.
“Are you happy you came?” Jake speaks into the dark room.
“Yeah, of course. Your family are so nice. I feel really welcome.” You’re glad he can’t see your face.
“Good, I’m glad. Are you comfortable over there?”
You giggle. “Yep, snug as a bug.”
He laughs too, and it’s silent for a few minutes.
“I’d hoped you’d want to share with me. My bed, I mean. Sleeping by you, it’s different than with Josh. I just like knowing here’s there. But with you, it’s more. I like to have you next to me.”
You hum. “Is it really okay for us to be doing that, though? Here, in your parents house? I know on tour you’re like a free agent or whatever, but don’t you share that bed with Lily, when she’s here? Doesn’t it feel weird to you?”
He sighs. “I’ve told you, Y/N. I need you. I don’t really have an answer to any of that, I guess I should feel weird, or guilty, or whatever. But I don’t. All I know is that you make me feel happy, and comfortable. And I know you’re only just over there, but, I miss you.”
You feel like you might be about to cry. You miss him, too. You just keep hearing Ronnie’s words on repeat: ‘don’t let yourself get in over your head.’
The problem is, you already have.
After deliberating in silence for a few minutes, you pull back your covers, quietly padding over to Jake’s bed. It’s dark, but there’s enough moonlight coming through the window that you can see his face on the pillow. He looks sleepy, but he smiles widely, and scoots over toward the wall, holding the blankets back for you.
You slide in, and the bed suddenly feels very, very small. You do your best to stay on your half, but he’s facing you, and you can feel the entirety of his front pressed against your side.
“It’s okay.” He mumbles. “The bed is small. We can cuddle.” He puts his left arm over your tummy, his right sliding under the pillow behind your head. You breathe out a deep sigh and scoot down, letting your head be level with his chest. You turn to face him, inhaling his smell, wrapping your arm around his middle, tangling your legs with his. He’s wearing a t-shirt and boxers, and you thank the heavens he didn’t decide to sleep shirtless tonight.
You finally feel yourself relax, all the stress from the day washed away now that you’re here in his arms. You belong here. You belong to Jake, all of you, especially your heart.
But, as you’re falling asleep, you have to remind yourself. He doesn’t belong to you.
Chapter 5
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