So I found a new fandom: JakexFelix! Lol, I don't own the Troop at all in any way, or Ironman, or Zantana.

Warning: boy kissing, mentions of comic book heroes.

Enjoy!


It was supposed to be a fight over who gets Hayley- what started as a joke, that involved into an argument, and finally devolved into a fight in the Troop Headquarters. A fight over a girl.

That's what it was supposed to be, but Jake, seeing Felix pinned underneath him, glasses askew, face flushed in the prettiest way, body squirming- he felt something break that caused him to bend down and push his lips unto Felix's.

Maybe it was because he felt that Hayley- with all her beauty, her popularity, her determination- felt a little...turned off by her. Sure, she's pretty, but so is a sunset, or a limited edition comic book signed by the illustrator himself, or Zantana, but at least with a sunset you don't have to hear it nagging that you're slacking in your studies, that stop being so impulsive, about his stupid comic book obsession. You don't have to listen to a comic book fret about college and the great resume it supposed it have. You don't hear Zantana yelling at you to get your ass over here, or that you screwed up superbly.

Maybe it wasn't just Hayley- maybe it was Felix too. The way that even though he screwed up superbly, Felix always fixed it. Felix always backed him up through the most

hair-raising, heart-pumping, adrenaline-racing experiences, from that Mongolian Death Worm to Gus and the Doulous, and that Verci. Felix was always there. Granted, in his usual confusing and often odd manner, but...it never really mattered to Jake. Because, Felix wouldn't be Felix without the bad disguises, the expertise in mythical and paranormal creatures, the classical nerd behavior.

Felix wouldn't be the boy that Jake was kissing right now.

It was started as an argument, that transformed into a fight, and now here was he, kissing Felix like the world was going to end tomorrow and he wasn't dying unkissed. Well, Hayley and Mr. Stockley always said he was impulsive.

But the weirdest part is that...Felix was kissing back. Felix, his closest friend. Jake was pinning his friend to the floor, kissing him senseless, and he was welcoming it.

Swirling a tongue inside the warm cavern of Felix's mouth, he reluctantly pulled away, realizing all too late of what he had done.

He had kissed Felix.

He had kissed a guy.

Jake blinked, sitting up. "Umm…"

Felix stared up at him, eyes glazed. "Why'd you stop?" he breathed, uncertainty flickering across his face. Jake just stared at him. Didn't he realize that a guy just kissed him?

"No duh, Sherlock" Felix said, rolling his eyes. Jake blinked again. He didn't realize he said it out loud, but then Felix gave him a megawatt grin that left his brain blank again. "Didn't you realize that I was kissing back?"

Suddenly, Hayley didn't seem so important anymore.

Leaning down hesitantly, he gingerly kissed Felix again, feeling the warm soft lips of the boy relaxing against his. Carefully he slid off Felix and onto his side, wrapping his arms around the boy's waist and he slipped his tongue back inside that sweet mouth. Felix in return, laid on his side, wrapping his arms around Jake's neck, allowing Jake's tongue to battle with his. Jake smiled into the kiss, sighing as he let his hands wander up Felix's shirt.

...He always favored Ironman better than Zantana any way.


Rule 34, people, Rule 34. Anyway, hope you enjoyed.