**First Jake/Noah fic, definitely not the last. This one has a second part btw :) the second part does have smut in it just a warning

Sorry in advance if either of them seem ooc just know that I try very hard to keep them somewhat in character**

AU where Ghostface isn't there, no one gets murdered and Jake and Noah have a secret relationship.

"Seriously, dude? Noah?" Jake asked Will, purposely sounding overly offended during one of their passing times in the hall. The two were leaning against the lockers of the hall, talking about potential dates to homecoming. Jake had had a very small heart attack when Will mentioned Noah as an offhand suggestion, but Jake managed to play it cool.

He had said it loud enough to attract Noah's attention, who had been walking down the hall just in time to hear his name being said. Jake hadn't seen him since he had his back to Noah, who almost smiled as he heard his very secret boyfriend talking about him to his friend. Though his smile dropped to a small frown when he caught Jake's almost offended tone. He suddenly wondered what they could possibly be talking about especially since Jake and Noah had agreed that their relationship should be as private as possible. His frown deepened and he listened to the rest of the conversation, hiding behind the door of his locker, which was close enough to hear their whole conversation.

"Come on, man, I was joking," Noah heard Will chuckle, "I know you'd never ask Foster to homecoming."

"No, Will, you don't know," Jake started, keeping up the whole 'I hate that little nerd and he hates me' image that both boys agreed they had to keep. "I would never, ever ask Noah to anything."

"Yeah, okay, I get that, but... say you're the last two guys on Earth. You're telling me you'd just ignore all the sexual needs you'd ever have for the rest of your life?" Will scoffed and Noah was less than flattered, "Even I'd do the little guy."

Jake glared at him at the "tough" decision, "No, Will, see I wouldn't let that happen. Me and Noah would never be the last people on Earth together because if we ever got into that situation the first thing I'd do is shoot myself. Or even fly to another galaxy. I'd do anything if it meant not spending the rest of my life with Noah, of all people." Ironic, since that's kinda what Jake hoped they'd do. Or at least they'd last as long as they could together.

Noah knew Jake was lying, he knew he was just putting on a little act for Will, but... but Noah felt that last little jab. He looked down, his hand on the locker door shaking, he felt stupid, but he couldn't bring himself to just stop listening. He repeated in his mind like a mantra, 'it's just an act, he doesn't really think that way of you. it's just an act.' If only he could just stop listening.

"Jeez, Jake, that's a little harsh. He's not that bad. You can't possibly hate him that much."

'Not that bad?' Jake thought, 'Noah is a fucking gift,' he wished he could say it out loud. He hands began curling into fists as he answered Will, "Well... I do. I... hate him," Noah was actually a little relieved to hear the hesitation in Jake's claim. "But-but you know, he's just so annoying I don't think I could ever put up with his nerdy bullshit all the ti-"

Jake was cut off by a locker slamming shut and Noah speed walking as fast as he could from the two with his head down. Jake felt his blood go cold as he realized Noah had just heard all of that. Jake instantly felt guilt race through him. He stared down the hall his boyfriend had just ran down until he realized he should definitely go after him. What kind of a boyfriend wouldn't? He sent Will a look before stuttering out an excuse, "I, uh. I gotta go, man. I'll see you later,"

Jake didn't give Will time to agree or even respond to this, he was already walking down the hall to find Noah. Though he was pretty sure he knew exactly where he was.

Jake bolted to the boy's bathroom in the back corner of the school, him and Noah's "spot". Everyone was too uncomfortable to use it after someone died in there so it was always empty, and since it really didn't bother to Jake and Noah, they decided it'd be a good meet up/makeout spot for when they could get away from their groups.

Jake was less than surprised to find Noah in there, hands braced on the counter in front of the mirror, staring down at the sink. Jake sighed as he watched the other occasionally reach a hand up to swipe away the tears that were forcing their way out.

Jake ran a hand down his face as he realized just how badly he had fucked up. He didn't know what to say or what to do. He could easily talk himself out of any accusation Will had for him about Noah but here, in this situation, Jake had no idea how he was getting himself out.

"Noah," good start, this should pan out well.

It didn't.

Noah let out a short, humorless laugh, lifting his head, but not turning around yet. "What? Wanna make fun of my nerdy bullshit some more? Or would you rather shoot yourself? I know how hard it is for you to be around me, I wouldn't want you to suffer, you know." Noah said bitterly with heavy amounts of sarcasm. He spun around to face Jake, who actually wished he hadn't. It made the guilt a whole lot worse when he saw Noah's flushed cheeks, the traces of tears all the way down his cheeks, his red eyes and nose. And yet he still had a pained, obviously faked smile that was just as heartbreaking.

"Noah... I'm so sorry you heard all of-" Jake tried apologizing but was cut off by Noah's response.

"Oh, yeah, I see, you're sorry that I heard it, but you're not sorry for saying it, I see. I get it." Noah said, chuckling a little at the end. The laughing kept the tears at bay. He was ready to slap Jake and just transfer all the things he was feeling at the moment into the slap.

"No! Noah, come on, you know that's not what I meant."

"No, of course not, what you meant was: you'd rather fly to a whole other galaxy than be with me. You'd rather be dead than spend the rest of your life with me. I heard you say it, Jake, you can't tell me you didn't." Noah knew he was being ridiculous. Jake didn't really mean any of it, but... a dark, insecure part of Noah told him that he did. And it hurt, it hurt a lot to hear Jake talk that way about Noah, whom he claimed to really like.

Jake took a step closer to him, just wanting him to calm down, but Noah took a step back. "Baby, plea-"

Noah didn't have a smile anymore, now all that was on his face was hurt. He didn't yell, but the one was painful enough to make it seem like he did, "No, Jake, you don't need to explain this because I know what it was! I know what you said was in the attempt to keep us secret and if this were any other time, I'd be okay with that! I don't want to go public yet and I appreciate that you've respected me enough to keep it private, but what you said was hurtful and-and it wasn't okay," Noah was now pacing in front of Jake, his breathing hard, "When I said we should keep up the 'I hate you, you hate me' thing, I-I didn't mean act like we're rivals in some stupid TV drama," Noah said, furrowing his eyebrows at the thought. He stopped his pacing and looked at the taller boy, "You can't say those things about me, Jake, even if you don't really mean or if you're just putting on an image. Seriously, how would you feel if I said that about you? You'd be pissed, I know you would. And you'd be yelling at me, because we're in a relationship and-and people in relationships, they're supposed to respect each other. You don't get to say those things about me, your-your boyfriend, and then expect to go back to loving, happy couple without some kind of backlash," Jake avoided Noah's gaze, trying to push down the rising guilt inside of him, "You were really, really mean and it really, really hurt. I know you like to hurt me, but this is a new low, asshole,"

Noah couldn't resist the name calling. Jake opened his mouth to protest, but Noah continued, "And I know it was an act, I know that, but really? You'd rather shoot yourself, I just-I just can't believe this, I cannot believe anyone could say that about another person, even if you're pretending to hate me." he stood directly in front of Jake now, his hands fumbling with the buttons on his button up. He licked his lips, dry from talking for so long, searching for something else to say, something else to make Jake feel bad. He asked in a small, almost exhausted voice, as if he was tired from all the talking he just did, "H-How could you say those things about me, Jake? Did you not think that would hurt me? Did it not hurt you?"

Jake stayed silent for once in his life and took in everything Noah said, he listened to every word even though it pained him. He wanted to prove to Noah that he was sorry that this would never happen again. But at the same time, he wanted to protest so many things, like the fact that he definitely did not like to hurt Noah, in fact the truth was just the opposite. Their relationship meant a lot to him too, even if Noah didn't believe that at the moment. Jake wouldn't either though, if Noah had said those things about him.

Jake frowned at Noah's question, he went to touch Noah's arm, but Noah backed away, obviously not ready to be touched yet. Jake sighed, he just wanted to give Noah some kind of physical comfort, but he wouldn't take it. Now Jake had to rely on his words. Which meant he was already fucked.

Jake answered, "Of course, it hurt. It hurts every time I can't tell my friends about us. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me and instead of telling my friends that... I tell them how I'd rather die than be with you..." Noah was right, he was an asshole. Just a complete jackass.

Noah looked up at Jake as he sniffled, his voice breaking, "Then why would you say it?"

"I... don't have a good explanation. You kind of just explained it yourself."

Noah groaned, frustrated and upset. He turned away from Jake, crossing his arms defensively over his chest. As Jake thought of how to fix this, the gears in his mind turning, Noah leaned against the wall, facing the mirror with his back to Jake.

Jake wished he could punch his past self in the face. Really hard, just for making Noah feel like this. He hated this, he hated that he ever said those words. He kind of hated Will too, it's gotta be like 20% his fault.

"Noah... please, turn around," Noah thought he might cry again, but he shook his head. Jake sighed, he expected that, "Well, can you at least look at me?"

This seemed to be okay with Noah, he raised his head just slightly so he could look at Jake's reflection in the mirror. Good enough, Jake thought.

"Noah... I-I'm so sorry. I know that's not enough, okay, I know," Jake sighed, "I know what I said was horrible and you have to know I didn't mean a word of it. I'm sorry that you heard me, I'm sorry I ever said it. I shouldn't have gone as far as I did."

"You're right, you should not have done that," Noah interrupted, finally turning around to look at Jake. His arms were still crossed as he tried to act stern.

Jake sent him an annoyed yet slightly teasing 'I'm trying to apologize, just let me be a good guy for once,' look. Noah snickered slightly and Jake smiled a bit now that he knew he wasn't in as big of trouble. "Go on," Noah said.

Jake chuckled, though he didn't really think this far ahead so he didn't have much else to say, "Okay, well... first of all, about, uh, shooting myself I want you to know that I panicked and I did not, in anyway, mean that at all and I'd never say it about anyone in any other circumstance or even in this circumstance if I'm put in it again. Anyway, I know what I said hurt you, obviously, and I will spend as long as you feel I have to, to make up for that," Jake finished, looking up at Noah's face and sending him a small reassuring smile, "So, in conclusion, I'm very sorry for acting like I hate you a little bit too well, I'd be lucky to be one of the last two people on earth with you and I should always make sure you're not in the area when I start telling people how hard it is to date you," Jake finished with a smirk, hoping Noah would take that okay. Noah did chuckle at it, making Jake mentally sigh in relief.

Noah shook his head, but closed the space in between them, winding his arms around Jake's waist and resting his head in his chest. Jake smiled and wrapped his arms around Noah, kissing the top of his head.

Noah took a moment to nuzzle into Jake's chest, his hands gripping the back of his jacket. He felt Jake's hand stroke his back comfortingly and Noah sighed, silently thanking any higher power that they're fight hadn't lasted too long. Noah squeezed Jake's waist for a second before turning his head so his cheek rested against his chest, "You know, this has actually opened my eyes a lot. I think I'm ready for our relationship to be public. I'm definitely ready to stop pretending to hate each other," Noah said and he really meant that. He wanted people to know he was happy. Well, he wasn't a couple minutes ago, but now, being held by Jake, yeah, he was pretty happy.

Jake smiled, "Oh, yeah? Well, I'm ready when you are. How do you wanna tell people?"

Noah considered this for a second before settling on the order, "I wanna start with Audrey. I know you're not her biggest fan, but I really am," he said with a small laugh and Jake nodded, "And since I don't really have any other friends, we'll just move on to your friends next."

"Will last. We can tell Riley, Brooke and Emma all together, but Will definitely last. I've talked a lot of smack about you to him," Jake teased and Noah kicked his leg, not enough to hurt but definitely enough to feel it. Jake laughed and thought about how the girls would react. He sighed dramatically and said, "Oh man, Brooke's gonna be heartbroken when she finds out I'm taken. And to someone prettier than her."

"I'm gonna tell her you said that," Noah threatened, though he would do no such thing. He would either get punched, get Jake punched or get a lifetime of teasing.

Noah leaned away from the embrace to kiss Jake. Much to Jake's disappointment, the kiss ended just as quickly as it started. What? Noah had to get him back somehow. "You're an ass, Jake Fitzgerald," he gave him another very short kiss before pulling back again, Jake groaning softly in protest, "Just wait til I'm able to tell people that Jake McPopularBoy had to beg for forgiveness from little ol' me,"

Jake rolled his eyes, "Ha ha ha, you just think you're so funny and cute and uber smart, don't you?" Jake asked with a kiss in between each adjective.

"Well, I mean, if you think I'm all those things, who am I to deny it?" Noah looked up at him innocently.

"You're a nerd, that's who you are," before Noah could get another sarcastic remark in, Jake slammed his lips against Noah's. His arms pulled the boy closer, his tongue finding it's way into Noah's mouth at every opportunity. He felt Noah's hands move from his waist to his shoulders and finally to his neck. The corners of Jake's lips twitched up, his hands trailing down Noah's sides. He slipped his hands under Noah's shirt, eliciting a moan from the other boy when he ran his fingers over the soft skin there. Jake mentally smirked, thinking he would be getting somewhere good with this. His thoughts changed when he began pulling at the hem of Noah's shirt, but instead of it coming off, Jake found himself being pushed away a little.

"What, what's wrong?" Jake asked, slightly winded.

Noah was frowning slightly as he said, "Nothing, I just... I feel like you should be, like, punished or something..." Noah looked at Jake with a look in his eyes that the other didn't really like. Noah began wondering what Brooke would do if she was in this situation and suddenly he was spacing out in his thoughts. That is until Jake interrupted.

"Are we talking, like, Christian Grey's Red Room of Pain type of punishment, because I could get on board with that," Jake said with a smirk.

Noah laughed a little, a light pink tint to his cheeks. He slapped Jake's cheek lightly, "God, Jake, no. You know, you make that reference a lot for someone who swears they're not into BDSM."

"Hey, it's a rich area," Jake defended, "And you can't just say 'You'll have to be punished somehow' without expecting me to think Mr. Grey."

"Okay, if anyone's Christian Grey here it's you. Which makes me extremely uncomfortable, by the way."

Jake rolled his eyes, "Fine, no more creepy, BDSM references, I got it."

"Good. I might be into serial killers, but I draw the line at Grey," Noah chuckled before going back to his original point, getting serious again, "No, but seriously, you made me cry doesn't that mean I get to make you pay for it somehow?" He asked with a small pout, specifically avoiding the word 'punish'.

Jake frowned, "I'm sorry, but isn't yelling at me and making me feel guilty me paying for it?"

Noah scoffed softly, "No, that's a given. You say something mean you should feel guilty either way. No, I'm thinking something different... and before you say it, it's not something sexy. Just something different..."

Jake eyed him carefully, watching him space out in his thoughts once again. Jake hoped the talking was done so they could continue what they had started a few minutes ago. Jake waited a moment, waiting for Noah to make the first move, since Jake figured he was kind of walking on ice right now. When Noah stayed silent, lost in thought, Jake sighed, he knew Noah was a tease, but this was ridiculous.

"...Okay, so can we...? Tick tock, babe," and with that, he fell right through the ice.

Noah grimaced slightly and sucked in a breath through his teeth, letting his hands fall from Jake's shoulders. He backed out of Jake's arms and looked up at him, "You were that close," Noah said, holding up his thumb and index finger pinched close together. With that he found out what the punishment would be and it would be easy. Well for him anyway. Jake would not be happy with Noah's plan, which was to withhold sex, but Noah wasn't planning on telling him so it all worked out. All he had to do was refuse Jake.

Okay, yeah, this might be harder than he thought.

Noah grabbed his bag and slung it over his shoulder, "Better luck next time, Shake and Jake," Noah said with a wink as he pushed the bathroom door open and strode out of it, leaving Jake to stand alone and very confused.

"And just like," Jake sighed, grabbing his own bag, "I'm back in the dog house. Man, I need an off switch."