Jack wobbles in through the front door, softly tipsy from the party. Jeff silently enters behind him, head unusually lowered and eyes glaring forward. The smell of alcohol on his breath was worse than his husband's. The shorter man slams the door behind him, walking back to the kitchen. Jack doesn't react much to the slam, used to his husband's random bursts of temper tantrums, only raising his brow and following him.
"You good?" Jack asks as Jeff rummages through the fridge.
"Who cares." Jeff grunts as he pulls a bottle of Spiced Rum from the fridge, opening the top and throwing his head back as he chugs it down. Some of the alcohol seeps out of his cheek slits, dripping onto the floor.
Jack rolls his eyes at the man "I mean, if you're gonna be bipolar."
Jeff pulls the bottle from his lips and proceeds to wipe his mouth with his sleeve. "Fuck off. You don't even want to fucking be here." He pushes past the now more confused man, heading off to their shared bedroom. Jack grumbles, continuing to follow his drunken husband.
"The fuck is that supposed to mean?"
Jeff slams the bottle down on the nightstand set by the bed, almost toppling the rounded lamp over. "You wanna be with that bitch that was all up on you all fucking night."
Jack furrows his brows "The fuck? She was on molly. She was up on everyone."
Jeff glares back at him "But you didn't even fucking say shit. I was right there. That's so fucking disrespectful."
"It's not that big a deal, it's not like she was grabbing a fistful of my dick or something."
Jeff's eyes immediately saw red, biting his lip and clenching his fist to hold himself back before yelling "Her hands were still on you! I'm your husband, only I'm supposed to be touching you! To just stand here, letting some other bitch put her hands on you, especially when I'm right fucking there, and not fucking doing anything about it clearly shows you don't give a fuck about us!"
Jack stared, continuing to let the man have his fuss. He groans, uttering the words a husband never should, for a second time. "It's not that big a deal.".
Jeff huffed from his nose. "Oh? It's not? My bad. I guess we're not in a monogamous marriage. I guess that means I can just let anyone touch me. Since it's not that big a fuckin deal." He shoves past Jack once more, heading for the door. "Maybe I'll find someone who fucking respects me."
Jack growls at the thought of his husband under another man. He grabs the smaller man's wrist, throwing him against the wall and using his rugged muscular body to keep his little husband trapped. Jeff gasps at the sudden attack, using his freehand to press it against the bigger man's face. "Get the fuck off me!"
Jack grabs his wrist, pinning it against the wall and getting in his face. "I'm the only one allowed to touch you. Got it?"
Jeff growls back into his husband's face "Maybe I'll get Toby. It's not that big a fucking deal."
Jack grits his teeth, grabbing Jeff's face, nails slightly digging in his cheeks. "Don't you fucking dare."
Jeff grumbles, "why the fuck not? Anyone can fucking touch you" he rears his head back and bites into his husband's hand. Making a pained grunt, Jack pulls his hand back. He grabs the little man's shirt collar, lifting him and throwing him onto the bed, knocking the breath from his chest. Jack climbs onto the man, grabbing his face again and forcing their lips together, kissing him hard.
"Mnh-!" Jeff pulls his head back, "Fuck are you doing!?" Jack grumbles, biting into his neck, making him gasp. Jeff puts his hands on Jack's shoulders, trying to push. "Get off!" Jack grabs his wrists, pinning them by his head and biting deeper into his neck. Jeff accidentally lets a moan escape "S-stop! Fuck!"
Jack slowly licks up the man's neck, grumbling into his ear "You're fucking mine."
Jeff whines, finding it hard to ever resist the psychotic man. He sighs softly "I wanna fucking feel it..."
