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Despite a popular belief, Jughead understands a lot of things. He understands why his dad usually gets mad at him and why some people absolutely hate his guts (mostly because he hates them too, but whatever).
He also understands that his boyfriend is strong. Really strong. And that sometimes it's hard to control your strenght, just as he can't control sticking his nose up other people's business, which usually gets him in trouble? But would Sweet Pea break up with him for that? Of course not. So why should he break up with Sweet Pea for holding his arm a little too hard than he'd like to? It's not like he does it on purpose. Sweet Pea would never intentionally hurt him and he knows that. So he leaves it. It's not a big deal and he's gotten worse anyway. It's nothing.
Until it isn't.
Jughead never expected it to happen in that particular situation, but there he is, kneeling over his boyfriend's body, moaning as Sweet Pea pushes a third finger into him. FP is out for the night and they're taking full andvantage of that, inside Jug's trailer. Sweet Pea pulls his fingers out of said boy, reaching for a condom. He pulls it on as Jughead positions himself, resting his hands on the other boy's shoulders for balance. Sinking down on SP's cock gets a grunt out of both of them and the taller Serpent's hands reach up and land on Jug's waist. It's a gentle hold at first and he doesn't really pay attention to it as he starts moving slowly.
He eventually speeds up and it feels amazing as always, but Sweet Pea's grip is tightening with every second, and soon Jughead is gasping for air. Sweet Pea must either not notice at all or not notice that he's doing it in pain, because he doesn't loosen his hold a single bit. His large hands are digging into Jughead's skin, squeezing the air out of his lungs, and it's as painful as the brass knuckles punch he received during his initation. His last functioning at the moment part of common sense is screaming at him to tell Sweet Pea to stop, but he can't bring himself to do so, mostly because his dick feels so good inside Jughead and he doesn't want that to stop, and he knows it would if he said something. But it's also because he can picture the look on Sweet Pea's face if he told him that he hurt Jughead. Sweet Pea would hate himself for not being able to control his strenght, and Jughead can't let that happen.
So he grits his teeth and doesn't say a word. He keeps bouncing up and down, even if he can't breathe, Sweet Pea's words of praise falling on deaf ears. He sinks down the last time before they both come with loud cries and then Sweet Pea lets go. Jughead breathes in deeply, relieved. He lifts himself up and collapses next to his boyfriend, who smiles softly at him, pushing the strand of his hair off his sweaty forehead. Jughead smiles back and snuggles into his chest. His exhausted, but happy. Even if his sides are burning.
Jughead actually wakes up first, which is a new thing, but he decides to make a use of that and heads to the bathroom. He checks the time on his way. It's early, which means they have about an hour to get ready for school and the same amount of time for FP to get home. He closes the bathroom door behind himself and opens his mouth in horror.
Each side of his waist is decorated by a big hand-shaped bruise. They're bright red, already slowly starting to turn purple. He touches them and winces in pain. He hasn't realized Sweet Pea held him that hard. If anyone saw that, they'd think he's abusing Jughead.
Fuck.
If Sweet Pea saw that, he'd probably think that too.
Jughead pursues his lips, before slipping out and peeking into the bedroom. Sweet Pea is still very much asleep, which Jughead is thankful for. He tiptoes inside to pull some clothes out of the drawer and disappears back into the bathroom. Usually he'd walk out of shower with nothing but a towel around his waist and then change in front of SP, but this time he can't for obvious reasons.
He's in the middle of the shower when he hears some shuffling before there's a knock on the door. He freezes, water falling down his back and heart pounding.
"Up before me?" Sweet Pea asks, a teasing glint in his voice. Jughead swallows and opens his mouth to say something, but before he can start, Sweet Pea speaks again:
"Can I come in?"
Jughead freezes again, partially glad that Sweet Pea is enough of a gentleman to ask instead of just barging in and partially scared shitless.
"And have dad rip our heads off for using all of the hot water again? No, thank you," he shouts, keeping a sarcastic but playful tone. It's a good excuse, mostly because it's true. FP absolutely hates them taking showers together for that reason. He hears a huff followed by a short laugh and then Sweet Pea responds:
"Whatever you say. I'll make something to eat."
Jughead leans back onto the wall, his pulse slowing down. It's okay. Now he just needs to find some excuses to don't get naked in front of Sweet Pea for the next... two weeks. Awesome.
After a few minutes he's out of the bathroom, just in time to see Sweet Pea put toasts on two plates.
"Took you longer than usually," he comments and turns around. He's not wearing a shirt and Jughead rolls his eyes at that because what else should he expect?
"Put something on," he points a finger at him, choosing to ignore what Sweet Pea had said, his other hand already pushing the toast into his mouth.
"Don't speak with your mouthful," the taller boy shoots back, mocking his scolding tone. Jughead swallows the piece of toast and sticks his tongue out, which only makes SP laugh. God, they're like a mix of old married couple and a pair of six year olds.
Sweet Pea stops laughing and stares at him for a while, and Jug is just about to comment on that, when the other boy leans across the table to press a quick kiss to the corner of his lips.
"I love you," he says, grinning widely.
"I love you too," Jughead responds with, yes, you guessed, a mouthful of toast. They start to laugh again.
Sweet Pea loves him. And he loves Sweet Pea.
Sweet Pea would never hurt him.
He gently touches the spot where his bruise is.
Would he?