Male!Reader x J.P Jones : Crimson

John had been in the chair near the bed for quite sometime. His eyes were fixed on another man’s sleeping figure, cuddled in blankets and nuzzling a body pillow close.

He couldn’t help himself.

(Male Name) was just, oh how would you put it, too adorable?

Heh, in quite a girl-sh manner, that’s what you might describe the man.

His (h/c) hair was in his face in a particular lazy, position.

His hair.

‘Must be so soft…’ He thought.

As this thought flew by, he leaned over and let his fingers comb throughout the smaller male’s hair. John held in a sigh as he proceeded to play with (Male Name)’s hair.

The bassist’s lip was lifted into a softer smile as his hand moved to cup the other’s face. He was hesitant, contemplating on whether he should do what he wanted to.

A minute or two passed as he finally leaned and laid a tender kiss to the corner of the man’s lips.

‘So Angelic’ flew into his mind.

...

Rustle. Moan.

John blinked, fear flooding in him as he realized the sleeping man was awakening.

He bit down onto his lip, wanting to move but was frozen in the seat. His cheeks were heating up in a crimson manner.

An eye poked open at the blonde.

“Jonesy?” The man’s voice said in a sleepy manner.

(Male Name) rubbed his eyes, yawning and giving a stretch.

‘So Cute’

“Y-Yeah?”

“...How long ya been there?” (Male Name) asked in the middle of stretching, eyes closed.

Pause.

How long has he been there??

John didn’t keep count.

“A minute or two” he lied, “Sorry to wake ya”

(Male Name) only shook his head, letting his sleeping eyes stare onto John. He gave a lazy smile, propping upon his elbow.

“I just needed a small nap. I’m fine now” he muttered just slow enough for John to stare at the other male’s soft lips pronounce the syllables.

“..A-Ahh, I ,um, see” His crimson look reappeared.

(Male Name) let his tongue roll along his own jaw line, taking in a strong breath as he sat up more.

It was as if (Male Name) made John suddenly paralyzed by his movements as he was mere inches from the bassist’s face now.

John’s breath was suddenly hitched, staring intently into those blazing (e/c) eyes.

And it was only a second till plump lips met onto John’s dry ones. It was a quickie, no tongue, just a peck of acknowledgement.

That’s really all John wanted.

(Male Name) let the kiss linger a minute or two then pulled away.

His lips formed a smile.

“I had to return that kiss before”

There goes that crimson, lost look again.