AN/ I have a couple of these LOL So these are drabbles, not even One-shots because they are shorter and even more senseless, I decided to post them because they took me around 30 minutes each to write so I don't think any of them are important enough to develop into a full One-shot, I was about to ditch them, they only exist to satiate my love for this couple and to keep me from having a further writer-block, also they are fluff and I am not an expert in the genre?
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Title: Weather
Rate: T for language because Jazz exists.
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Weather
"Agh, for fuck's sake!" Jazz's eyes squinted in annoyance, looking at the water dotted window, he leaned in closer to the window sill and growled, "fucking disgusting shitty season-accurate motherfucking basic-ass weather" his loud protests granted him a stern look from the still sleepy man stirring noodles in the kitchen.
"What now?" Aksel sighed disinterestedly, he poured a pinch of salt into the bowl.
"It's motherfucking raining!" Jazz pointed out, clearly distraught. Aksel chuckled in response, earning him yet another exasperated howl. Jazz's jaw was set tensely, and his eyebrow popped angrily, Aksel raised both eyebrows as he convinced himself he heard Jazz hiss.
"Therefore, America was discovered."
"Shut up," Jazz snarled, bending his arms defensively across his chest, "I was going to take you out on a date and now the day is fucking ruined."
Aksel's lips pursed, he scratched his tummy as he turned his face to Jazz's side, he eyed raging headstrongness steam off of his stubborn boyfriend and couldn't contain yet another snicker. "Oh so...? Can't we go tomorrow?"
"Tomorrow I have fucking stuff to do!" Jazz explained, peeved at his partner's lack of attentiveness, "work and skating my ass off," his frown deepened, "sides it's not like I want to go if it's not fucking today!"
"Bah then, sucks to suck Jazz." Aksel offered groggily as he innocently shrugged, he raised the stirring spoon to check on the temperateness of the noodles and lightly smiled, lunch was almost ready.
"Fuck that."
Aksel sighed for the umpteenth time, "Next week will have to do it, so ease up, why don't you."
"Fuck you."
"Gladly, Jazz." Aksel's lips tugged upwards on a devilish smirk, "I might do you nice and slow, right after these noodles are done."
A sudden red flush crept down to Jazz's neck, "huh- why-what?"
"I said-"
"I heard you." Jazz snapped, gritting his teeth, "perv." his eyes narrowing rather challengingly.
"proposals- actually, are a good, healthy way to start a conversation, don't you agree?" Aksel beamed as he dismissed Jazz's vexed and very obviously embarrassed scowl with a fond chuckle, "so, no deviancies indeed, I meant it for your best interests Jazz. We can break a bench if that suits more your tastes."
Jazz balled down his fists "keep this up, future blue-balls. I dare you."
"I don't think you can keep a diet, you know?" Aksel winked mischievously, turning the oven off.
"Holy shit-" words downing, Jazz's eyebrow twitched again, "Do you have to— make the day even worse for me?" He growled, beet red to his roots, and irritated beyond belief.
Aksel let out a diverted snigger, innocently, he grabbed a jar of red sauce and placed it over the countertop. He then lazily walked over to Jazz, not so gently placing his palm over Jazz's head and petting his short lover lightly, "Is my job."
"Don't touch me."
"Why?"
"You are annoying."
Against all odds, Aksel smiled.
"I am." he admitted softly, "but can we not do this today?" He pleaded sweetly. In a sudden change of mood, Aksel's fingers dragged softly through Jazz's scalp, making the smaller one flush and shudder regardless of his defying pout, "I feel a little tired."
"Do what now?" Jazz's teeth bared; if stares could kill, Aksel would be probably buried ten feet underground by now, "I finally thought of something special and you fucking ruin it by scoffing your way to chastity and now you are simply not 'in the mood' for it?"
"Likewise Jazz, I made noodles for both, isn't that supposed to be a cutesy couple's thing?" Aksel's hand roamed down to grab Jazz's jaw and then up to his cheeks, grinning when the pressure from his ringed-fingers made Jazz's lips purse in a comical way, quickly earning him a hard smack on the hand. Aksel grinned coquettishly, "You kept me up 'till dawn, its only natural that I am not in the mood to argue."
"I really wonder who is worse, the motherfucking weather, or your bitchy coyness. I really don't fucking know."
"Well…" Aksel snickered, riling Jazz up was always easy and very amusing. He tapped Jazz's head again "I'd say I'm better, after all, this kind of weather can't turn you into a hot mess even if it tried, now can it?"
Skin akin to a tomato and lips pressed into a tight line, Jazz's eyes gawked wide as white saucers, he was in pure disbelief "Oh my fucking- can you fucking not?"
"Not?"
"Be a fucking ass?"
"Aw come on. I do fuck your ass and you seem to enjoy it."
"Holy fuck! You!" Jazz shouted, aggravated to his very core "You are worse than this motherfucking weather! Jesus motherfucking Christ!"
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