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Pomni eyed the bottle warily, eyebrows wrinkling in confusion laced with hesitation. “How did you even get this?”
“Stole it from Rags,” Jax responded with a shrug. Pomni watched as he tossed the bottle back and forth between his hands. “So, you down or what?”
Pomni frowned. “I don’t know…”
“C’mon, it’ll be funnnn!”
Fun. Pomni frowned harder. “Ragatha and Zooble never looked like they were having fun while drinking that stuff.”
“Yeah well, that's their own fault,” Jax said with an eyeroll. “I promise. It’s kinda what happens when you’re miserable all the time.”
He does have a point, she supposes. Not that she’s had a crazy amount of experience with drugs, but well. She has heard some things. She thinks she has, anyways.
“So what, we’re gonna drink this stuff and then do… what, exactly?”
“Weeell,” Jax drawls, clearly not having thought that far ahead. “I dunno, I figured we could figure that out as we go. I haven’t actually tried this stuff yet.”
Figures. Pomni nodded, just so he knew she was listening. She tapped at her chin with a hum. “We could go sit in the TV room with some snacks?”
Jax grinned down at her, eyes narrowing in amusement. “I like the way you think, Poms. Sounds good to me. C’mon,” and he was dragging her down the hallway now, hand clasped around her wrist. She stumbled after him, legs just a tad bit too short to really keep up with his long strides. More than a tad, actually. He was freakishly tall.
She normally would shy away from this kind of touch in the first place, preferring to keep to herself. But she found that she didn’t exactly mind if it came from him. Huh.
And now that she’s really thinking about it, he’s been touching her a lot lately, hasn’t he? Always patting her head, tugging on her hat, gripping at her shoulders, shoving at her waist. She hadn’t really put much thought into it, but. He was… acting a bit different lately, wasn’t he?
He was seeking her out more often, too. Not that she minded. They were friends, she supposed. His company was definitely her favorite out of everyone here, but she wouldn’t dare voice that out loud. She wouldn’t hear the end of it.
Wait. Jax said he hadn’t even tried the sauce by himself yet. He wanted to try it with her? Like. Together?
Her heartbeat began to speed up in her chest. What did that mean?
“Uh, hello? Earth to Pomni?” Jax jostled her in his grip.
Pomni blinked hard, taking in her surroundings. They were in the kitchen now. Right. Snacks.
“Sorry,” she mumbled. “Got lost in thought.”
Jax had his back to her now, arms reaching up to rifle through the cabinets. She watched silently and patiently as he did so.
“Any particular craving for anything?” he asked over his shoulder.
“Hmm,” she hummed, taking a moment to think the question over. “Not particularly. I do like the chips here, though. They aren’t bad.”
“Chips it is!” and Jax was scooping a couple of bags up into his arms, all different made-up flavors. “Ya wanna grab us something to drink?”
Pomni nodded, walking over to the fridge and prying the door open. She stood still for a moment, eyes scanning over its contents.
“Can you grab me a soda?” Jax said, suddenly right into where her ear would be, and she jumped, spinning around to glare at him. She rubbed her hand over where his breath had just fanned down over her neck.
“Don’t do that!”
Jax chuckled. “Whaat, I didn’t mean to scare you.” He totally did.
Pomni glared harder. “What flavor.”
“C’mon, don’t be like that.”
She kept glaring. His grin stretched wider across his face, seemingly pleased at this interaction. For some reason.
“Fine,” he said with an eyeroll. “I’ll just–” and he was leaning all into her space now, his body shoving her back into the fridge. He leant down to her level, eyes gleaming with something as he reached past her shoulder, caging her in while simultaneously grabbing a bottle of soda. He lingered there for a moment, eyes locked in on her face, gauging her reaction. She felt her face heating up. He smiled wider.
He moved quickly, grabbing the soda and stretching back up to his average stance, backing a few feet away. “Geez you were taking forever,” he teased.
Pomni just stood there, body halfway inside of the fridge, her heart was pounding, eyes wide, face red. What the [BEEP] was that?
She realized he was waiting for her to say something. She blinked hard. “I– um.” She turned around, plucking her own drink off of the shelf, shoving it in the crook of her arm before slamming the fridge shut. She turned around, pressing her back to it as she looked up at him. His smile was even wider now, engulfing most of his face. She wanted to punch it off.
“Are you done?!” she huffed, stomping her foot. It was insane how easily he could get under her skin.
He chuckled. “Done, with what? Messing with you? Never.”
Pomni sighed. She brushed past him, heading towards the exit of the kitchen. Jax trailed after her, chips and soda in hand, an extra pep in his step.
“Alright,” Jax said from where he was bent over at the table, splaying the now-opened chip bags out across the surface. He nodded. “This should do.”
Pomni bit back a smile. It was cute how much effort he was putting into this.
Hold on. Cute?
Jax flopped backwards onto the couch with a satisfied grunt. Pomni watched as he patted the couch cushion beside him, beckoning her over. She allowed herself to smile this time before flopping down beside him.
“So, I don’t reallyyyy know what to expect with this stuff. But hey, if we end up hating it, at least our bodies will reset tomorrow.”
Pomni hummed. He had a decent argument there. What was the worst that could happen?
“How do we, uh. Are we supposed to drink it?” She questioned, watching as Jax examined the bottle, tipping it up and down, making the sauce swirl around.
“I think so,” he replied. He sat up straight, turning his body towards her, his left leg brushing against her right. She flushed at the contact. “Well! Nothing to do but to do it!”
Pomni nodded enthusiastically. His energy was always infectious. “I’m not going first though.” she said.
Jax shrugged lazily, flicking the cap open with his finger as he did so. “Works for me!”
She watched in amusement as Jax tilted his head back, brought the bottle up to his mouth, and squirted a small amount of it onto his tongue. He closed his mouth, swallowing, smacking his lips together as he did so.
“Hmm,” he hummed, “doesn’t taste half bad. I guess I can understand why those stupid NPC’s were obsess–” he abruptly cut himself off, staring ahead with wide, blown out eyes.
“Uh,” Pomni supplied unhelpfully. Was he okay? She watched his face intently, searching for any signs of pain or further discomfort. “Jax?”
Jax snorted softly, slumping back down into the couch. His eyes looked normal now. Er, normal ish. His pupils were huge, ears drooping slightly, but that strange look of dread was far gone, replaced by what seemed to be pure delight.
He turned towards her, grinning wide. He snorted again, laughing softly. “I think you’ll like this.”
Pomni took the bottle from his hand, eyeing it cautiously. “You feel fine?”
“Oh I feel much more than fine,” and he sounded.. Different. Not a bad different, really. Just. Different?
“Though,” Jax added on, “this doesn’t happen in real life. Feeling the effects of stuff super immediately, I mean. I wasn’t expecting it to hit right away like that, but–” and he wasn’t talking anymore, just staring at her face with a giddy smile. “Ya know. Go on, try it out,” and he was nudging her with his elbow now.
“What kinda stuff did you do in real life?” she asked, genuinely curious.
“Weed, mostly,” he responded. “God do I miss weed. Mannnn. But–” he paused, head tilting from side to side, ears flopping as he did so. His grin grew wide again. “This feels pretty similar to being superrrr high, actually. With a side of drunk.”
Pomni giggled at his wording. He nudged her again. “Go on, seriously. I’m not about to be the only one here.”
“Fine but– don’t watch me!”
He chuckled at her response. “Fine, I won’t,” and he was leaning away now, grabbing a handful of chips from one of the bags.
Satisfied at his response, Pomni tilted her head back in the same fashion he did. She brought the bottle up, squirting what felt like an okay amount onto her tongue. Woah. It did kind of taste good. She swallowed.
“It does kinda taste good. I wonder–” woah. Woah. She clutched at the couch cushion with both hands, the bottle falling from her grasp.
Jax swiped it up, “don’t spill it, you clutz,”
“Oh my god,” she groaned. She slumped backwards. “Oh god,”
“Feels goodddd, right?”
Pomni had her eyes screwed shut now, head frantically shaking from side to side, trying to ground herself. It did feel good, really really really good. But.
“Oh calm down, you’re fine” and he was shoving a soda in her face now. “Here, drink this.”
Pomni snatched the soda from his hand, unscrewing the cap frantically before bringing it up to her mouth. She gulped it down.
“Don’t drink it all! Save some for later, lady,”
Pomni set the soda down on the table, panting as she did so. Woah. Why did that take so much effort?
Jax watched her amusedly. “Never been high before?”
“I have, but. This just. Itfeelsintense,” her words were running together, her mouth felt all weird. Geez. She probably looked stupid.
Why does she even care about looking stupid in the first place?! Oh god.
“Ohh, you have been high before? Do tell me about that.”
Pomni squinted at him. “Not as often as you, clearly!”
Jax grinned. “Well, you’re right about that. C’mon, just relaaax. Eat some chips.”
Chips. She forgot about the chips. Wow, she was really craving them right now. Was she hungry? Was it because of the stupid sauce?
Well, whatever. It isn’t often that she actually gets to indulge herself here. So indulge she does.
She isn’t sure how much time has passed since they first sat down. They settled into a comfortable conversation, speaking about random topics while nonsensical images and sounds played from the TV that sat at the front of the room. Pomni found herself laughing wayyy more often than usual. Well, Jax was a funny guy, she could give him the well deserved credit there. But it was like every single thing became funny. Everything! They were doubling over laughing at the most bull[BEEP] thing possible every thirty seconds, it felt like. She even had to wipe tears away from her eyes.
Tears. From laughing so hard. She didn’t even think she could feel such joy in this stupid artificial world.
But by god was she happy. Oh she was so happy right now. She didn’t want this to end, honestly.
Her heart began to thud. What if Jax didn’t feel the same way? What if he was hating this?
She glanced at him. He was grinning ear to ear, like usual, rambling on and on about… something.
“Wait,” Pomni interrupted, “what are you talking about, again?”
Jax paused, staring at her for a long, long moment before he burst out laughing, his entire body folding over as he leant onto her. “I swear to god you said the same thing not even ten seconds ago, Pomers! Pompom. Pomeranian, keep up,”
She giggled at the downright ridiculous nickname. “Isn’t that a type of dog?”
Jax shrugged. “I dunno! Issss it?”
Pomni shoved at his chest. “You’re heavyyyy. Off, get off,”
Jax did not get off. In fact, he leant even more of his body weight into her. “But Pomni you are so comfortable right now. Like a blanket.”
Pomni scoffed. “A blanket? That doesn’t even make any sense.”
Jax shook his head dramatically, “No, no it makes total sense. You don’t make sense.”
“What?” she giggled. She had given up in her quest to remove him from her person. It wasn’t all that bad, anyways. Pretty comfortable. She felt really good and tingly, even, everywhere they made contact. It made heat rise to certain places along her body. She shuddered at the sensation of his fur brushing against her skin.
Wait, what?
Her eyes widened. Was she getting horny? Ohhh no. She squirmed against the couch. He was still laying against her. She squirmed again, heart racing. “Um.”
“Huh? What's up?” and he was leaning away now. She inhaled sharply. He was going to see her face. She felt her own cheeks heat up even more. This was going to be a disaster.
Jax leant back, eyes roaming over her now. Her blushing face, her squirming form. His eyes narrowed in some sort of acknowledgement, cutting off whatever he was about to say in favor of his smile stretching wideeee across his face. Oh no.
Oh no.
“I–I,” she stuttered. “Um. Is. I feel really hot,”
“Mhmmm,” Jax hummed knowingly. Pomni was beginning to sweat. “That can happen.”
This is it. This is how she dies. She gets too high off of god[BEEP] stupid sauce, gets horny, has a panic attack, and dies next to her crush. What a life to live.
Wait. What the [BEEP] . Crush? Crush?!
“Somethin’ on your mind, short stuff?”
Pomni swallowed. Should she be honest? What if he didn’t feel the same way? But. There was something, right? She wasn’t imagining it, right?
“...Maybe.”
“Ohh, don’t tease me!” and she could hear the smile in his voice. “Tell me what it is, c’mon.”
“I–” and she was pausing, staring up at him. He was looking down at her, a gentle smile on his face. Not his typical grin. And there was– there was a look in his eye. She didn’t know what to make of that look but it felt heated, it made her skin tingle. Or was that because of the sauce? Oh goddddd.
His smile began to falter. “You alright?”
Pomni pressed her lips together. She nodded. She wasn’t going to be able to get any words out, was she.
Well.
She nodded sharply to herself, coming to a decision. There were only two possible directions this could go.
“Are you–”
She yanked him down by his overall straps, cutting him off and tugging him down so that his face was level with hers. His eyes widened, he didn’t expect that at all. She grinned cheekily at him before swiftly planting a kiss on the side of his cheek.
She shoved him away, her own chest heaving. She stared at him with bated breath.
His eyes were comically wide, red dusting along his cheeks and the tips of his ears. He clutched at the arm rest of the sofa, seemingly trying to ground himself. His mouth was moving, but no words came out. He seemed to be settling on something to say.
This was a mistake. Pomni stood abruptly, ready to book it.
“Wait! Wait, I–” and he was clutching at her hand, tugging her back onto the couch.
“Just, wait. I just– I wasn’t expecting that,”
Pomni’s back stiffened against the cushions. “It’s okay if– if you don’t feel the same.”
Jax made a tsk sound at her. She turned to gauge his expression. He looked annoyed. What? Now he was getting mad?!
“L-listen, I didn’t think this through, I don’t–”
“Will you just shut up,”
“B-but–”
Jax made a noise that sounded suspiciously like a growl and suddenly the room was moving and oh, oh he was grabbing her and–
Suddenly she was yanked against him, Jax all in her face and then he was kissing her. Hard.
Pomni froze, eyes wide before she registered what was happening. Slowly, so slowly she began to kiss him back. Her eyelids began to lower before slipping closed and she was mouthing at him sweetly.
Pomni pulled back with a gasp, chest heaving. Jax didn’t look much better, his lips were parted, eyes wide. He was panting. Oh god.
Oh god neither of them knew what thy were doing did they. This was a mess.
“I– this– god Pomni I can barely think right now. We’re both hopped up on stupid sauce and you choose now to kiss me? Really?”
She realizes a moment later that he’s teasing her. She rolled her eyes. “I can’t help it! You were the one that was leaning all over me and making me feel–” she abruptly cut herself off, looking everywhere but at him.
He was leaning into her space now, “Ohh making you feel like what? Huh?”
Pomni shifted, rubbing her thighs together. She bit her lip. He definitely saw that.
“Don’t tell me I made you horny,” and he was still teasing her, not knowing he was right on the money.
Pomni kept looking away from him. Jax grabbed her by the shoulders, shaking her. “C’mon, tell me already!”
Pomni’s eyes narrowed. She squinted at him.
“Oh . Oh wow, did I actually make you horny?”
Pomni moved like she was going to get up. Jax grabbed her by the hat, using way too much force and sending her toppling over backwards.
Pomni laid there for a moment with her eyes closed. She felt Jax crawling up over top of her, felt the cushions shift by her head, no doubt where he was bracing himself against his hands. She blinked her eyes open.
Jax hovered over her with an expression she couldn’t quite place. He looked earnest.
“I–” Jax swallowed. He reached down with one hand, stroking over her cheek with a gloved thumb. “Can I kiss you again?”
Pomni started up at him, at the way he was looking down at her mouth. At the way he was hovering over her, caging her into the couch. It set heat ablaze down low in her belly. She squirmed.
She reached up, a hand cupping his cheek. Not trusting her words, she nodded at him.
Jax leant further into her space, bracing his weight on his forearms. Pomni let her eyes flutter closed and then she felt it, felt him, kissing her again. It wasn’t as rough, calmer, but passionate. She tried to meet him there, mouth moving against his. She moaned softly against him, Jax groaning against her in response. He settled more of his bodyweight against her and she spread her legs to accommodate him. They were fully making out now, little sounds of pleasure escaping both of them, their lips sliding against each other wetly. [BEEP] this felt good. Kissing Jax felt good. But it– it felt intense. More intense than usual, not even in a oh I really like him sense, but. The sauce. Her senses were heightened to an insane degree, it was like her skin was lit up like a live wire. She felt like she was on fire.
Pomni wrapped her arms around his shoulders, hands rubbing along the back of his neck as she kept kissing him, he kept kissing her, and they were so into it, moaning and rocking and melting into each other. She moaned miserably when she felt Jax’s tongue flick out, swiping against the seam of her lips. She parted her lips, letting him in and oh god he was inside her now, tongue swirling against hers, swiping along her teeth, rubbing against the roof of her mouth and it was like he couldn’t get enough of her, couldn’t get enough of her taste and he was moaning too.
Pomni felt drool trickle down the side of her lips and god it was messy, the sounds of their lips coming together over and over again getting louder and louder but not as loud as their moaning, and god was she moaning, she couldn’t stop.
She pushed at his chest, shoving him back slightly so she could catch her breath, her chest heaving. Jax stared down at her, a string of saliva the only thing keeping their mouths connected before he licked his lips and he was ducking down now, pressing open mouthed kisses along her jaw, trailing them down her neck.
Pomni shuddered, arching her neck into his kisses and he moaned into her skin. He trailed the kisses upwards, kissing around her ear before pausing to murmur,
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this,” and god his voice was so deep he sounded so turned on,
“Y-yeah?” she responded dumbly.
“Mhm,” he hummed, pressing more kisses into her skin. He trailed them back along her cheek and then he was pressing a kiss to her mouth again.
She met him eagerly, pressing back up into him, arching her back under him. Pomni felt him settle further between her legs, his hips pressing against hers. She broke away with a gasp, head falling backwards against the couch. She squirmed against him.
Jax chuckled lowly. He bucked his hips against her. She could feel that he was hard.
Pomni gasped, hands gripping roughly at his shoulders before crying out,
“Jax!”
Jax groaned, leaning down to pepper more kisses against the side of her neck. “[BEEP] yes, say my name like that,”
Pomni’s breath hitched sharply. Oh [BEEP]. If they didn’t stop now, they were gonna keep going. She wanted that. She wanted that badly. But a part of her worried.
“Jax,” she said more sternly this time, trying to get his attention from where he was kissing against her neck. “Jax, we need to talk,”
Jax grunted in acknowledgement but didn’t pry himself away. He kept kissing at her skin.
“J-Jax I’m serious,” she shoved lightly at his shoulders.
Jax sighed. He lifted himself up so that she could see his face.
“We will, okay? I just.” he paused, biting his lip, glancing off to the side, seemingly nervous. Pomni waited for him.
“Can–” he seemed to be searching for the right words. He cleared his throat. “Will you let me make you feel…good?”
Pomni frowned at the question. She already felt good. “What do you–”
“Let me eat you out.” he purred against her ear. “Please.”
Pomni shuddered. Heat shot straight to her core with a dull throb and she suddenly became aware of how wet she was beneath her jumpsuit and panties.
She clung to his arms. “I– not in here!”
Jax rolled his eyes. “Well why not?”
“Someone could see!”
“Why does it matter?” he sounded annoyed. “What, is it because it’s me?”
“No!” Pomni whisper-shouted. “I don’t want any of the others seeing me like that, its–”
“Ohh, are you shy?” and he was grinning again, mood bouncing back immediately, pressing kisses to her cheek.
“Yes!” she replied. “I am.”
“You’re so cute , Poms. Fine,” he relented. He squinted down at her. “Can we go to your room?”
Pomni swallowed. She supposed they could. She nodded shakily. “O-okay.”
“Yeesssss,” and Jax stood up so fast, scooping her into his arms, hugging her tightly against his torso.
“Woah!” She held onto him tightly, arms wrapping around his neck, tucking her head under his chin.
To be continued.