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Being left alone unsupervised with your partner for a couple hours is always exciting, but it was especially exciting today. Last night Archie finally told his boyfriend (of five months, thank you very much) that he finally thought he was ready to try being the bottom. Jughead had reacted exactly the way Archie thought he was going to, calm and collected asking him if he was sure but he’s known Jughead long enough to see past this. Jughead’s eyes twinkled as he asked Archie if he was sure and his wide, goofy smile he directed at him matching his own. Let him know his boyfriend was absolutely giddy with the thought.
(God, he loves his beanie-wearing weirdo so much.)
It was a quiet Saturday morning, him and Jughead coming down the stairs to the smell of coffee and the bacon his dad was frying. Jughead quickly got a cup and drank about half before he started adding bits to his and his dad’s conversation. Fred eventually confirmed the fact that he wouldn’t be home after dinner, making Archie lock eyes with Jughead and turn away into the fridge to hide his blushed face because Jughead winked at him as soon as his dad had looked away for more than a second. (The bastard.)
The day seemed to drag on as they both lazed around on the couch, Jughead finishing up whatever he was writing at the moment asking Archie for input every now and then with no context, almost like a Madlibs and Archie scrolling through stupid shit on his phone to show Jughead when something particularly stupid showed up, only for Jughead to raise an eyebrow, snort quietly and look away.
It was probably two hours after dinner before Fred left, saying his goodbyes at the door. Archie and Jughead walked back to the couch and sat so close, their thighs and shoulders touched. They waited as the view of Fred’s truck disappeared out of the neighbourhood. They look at each other for a minute before Archie raises his eyebrows and nods his head towards the stairs and without saying a word both of them bolt. Racing each other up the stairs pulling on each other's clothes trying to get there first, slipping on the floor through the hallway banging into walls and into Archie’s bedroom. Archie just barely managing to slip in first.
The bedroom door clicked shut behind Jughead and Archie, near silent but even over the rushing of blood in Archie’s ears, he could hear it. Jughead’s fingers hooked into the belt loops of his dark wash jeans and pulled their hips together. Archie sucked in a breath, hands shakily finding Jughead’s sides, and didn’t hesitate to kiss Jughead back when their lips pressed together.
They had been doing this little dance with each other for a while. Yeah, they had been dating and yes, there had been more than a few instances in which they have had sex. But they had never done it with the intentions of Archie being the one on the bottom, Jughead always offering to take the role since he wasn’t quite ready yet.
Given Jughead’s complaining about always bottoming, which he seemed to egg on more than he tried to squelch it, Archie assumed that it wouldn’t take long before his boyfriend asked to top him.
To be honest, He was pretty happy to be proven wrong.
Jughead never did anything that he didn’t explicitly know that Archie was comfortable with. If Archie showed any hesitation in what they were doing, he’d stop immediately. If they were exploring new territory, he’d ask Archie first.
Archie appreciated the hell out of that. He did. But after a while of seeing someone do something all the time. And enjoy the hell out of it, you start to get a bit curious.
And he wanted to be fucked. Like now.
Archie shuddered when Jughead scraped his teeth along his jugular and his grip on Jughead’s sides tightened a bit. His boyfriend’s work rough hands slid up to cup his jaw and found his lips again, thrusting his tongue into Archie’s mouth. He tried to get him to slow down, tried to take control, but when Jughead was stuck on doing something, he could rarely be stopped.
“Archie.” Archie thought he heard a voice, but he couldn’t be sure. It sounded airy and far away. He licked his lips.
Wait. Why was his mouth unoccupied?
“Hm?” Archie opened his eyes, swallowing hard. Jughead was looking at him with a mix of fondness and amusement. He cleared his throat. “Yeah?”
“Jesus, I love this look on you.” Jughead ran his thumb along Archie’s kiss swollen lips, green eyes locked on them. “We should…” He leaned up to kiss Archie again, quick and dirty and when he pulled back, Archie had to gulp down some air. “We should move this to the bed.”
Archie wasn’t sure what had happened to his ability to speak, so he nodded, knotting his fingers with Jughead’s and allowing his boyfriend to lead him over to his bed that the two had been sharing for months now. They stopped at the side of it, Jughead’s hands on his chest now. Archie’s placed on his boyfriend's hips.
Jughead’s hands slid down to his abs momentarily before moving back up, careful to make sure the drag over his nipples was slow. Archie bit his lip but his boyfriend didn’t miss the sharp intake of air.
“Good so far Arch?” Jughead’s deft fingers undid the first button of his cozy knitted cardigan, pausing at the second one when Archie didn’t respond. The redhead nodded and Jughead shook his head. “C’mon, I need you to speak Archie. Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” he finally responded. “Just a little caught up, sorry.”
“It’s ok, just glad you’re back with me.” he smiled. Jughead’s hands undo the second button and the third, pushing open the shirt to reveal his toned, tan skin. He smiled and pressed a kiss to Archie’s sternum. His eyes stayed on Archie’s as he unbuttoned the rest of the shirt and Archie shook it off of his body, letting it pool around his feet. “Just let me take care of you.”
Archie felt like the temperature in the room had been upped a few degrees as Jughead’s hands trailed along his chest and down the planes of his stomach. His thumbs fingered the v of his hips. He didn’t tell his boyfriend to stop or slow down when Jughead’s fingers slid around to the button of his jeans.
“Do it.” He said, answering the unasked question and Jughead gave him a kiss. His fingers undid the button and slowly dragged down the zipper, knuckles a steady pressure on his hard dick and Archie groaned a bit. He could feel Jughead’s lips quirk up against his own and he mentally rolled his eyes.
When his pants hit the floor with an audible sound, he told himself to breathe as he stepped out of them.
“God Archie.” Jughead took a small step back and allowed his eyes to rake over his boyfriend’s perfect figure. Archie noticed that his eyes lingered a bit longer on the curve of his hard cock in his underwear before skittering back up to his face. “You are gorgeous. Here, just lemee…” Jughead’s hands reached for the hem of his ‘S’ t-shirt but Archie took his wrists.
“Let me?” Jughead raked his hands through his boyfriend’s hair, grinning.
“Be my guest.” Archie’s also work callused fingers took the edge of Jughead’s shirt and tugged up and over his head, letting it fall to the floor with his own clothing. He pulled Jughead between his legs then he sat on the edge of the bed, fingers hooked into the pockets of his worn jeans. The jeans weren’t loose enough to hide the hard-on his boyfriend was sporting, but Archie tried not to stare at it too long.
Jughead’s hands found Archie’s shoulders, squeezing gently, rubbing his shoulder blades. Archie’s heart rate slowed a bit at that and he nosed at Jughead’s stomach, following the trail of hair that dipped into his jeans. His plush lips pressed a few kisses into his skin, tongue daring to dip into his belly button quickly. Jughead jerked a little at that.
“Okay?” Archie asked, looking up at those beautiful green eyes that he loved.
“Fuck, yep. Yeah, we’re good. Keep going, Arch.” Jughead smiled and Archie returned it, before he turned his attention back to his boyfriend’s pants. All of a sudden, buttons seemed to be rocket science for him, but Jughead didn’t comment when it took him much longer than it should’ve to undo his jeans. He tugged them off his hips and nearly got slapped in the face with Jughead’s dick, which was creating a very prominent tent in his maroon boxers.
Archie was suddenly a lot more nervous about this.
“Hey, Archie. Babe?” Jughead kneeled down and once his cock was out of direct view, Archie seemed to be able to inhale again. “We can slow it down if need be.” His hands stroked soothingly along his thighs, eyes remaining focused on his face.
“No, no. I don’t…I really want this.”
“Yeah?” Archie nodded soundly.
“Yeah.” Jughead wasted no time in standing to kiss him, his body curled over Archie’s. Archie made a noise of surprise when Jughead’s full weight toppled him over onto the plush surface, but he didn’t break the kiss. His arms encircled the raven-haired man’s waist, making sure they were pressed flush to each other. Jughead shifted a bit, moving so he could kiss Archie a little deeper and when their dicks rubbed against one another, Archie moaned into Jughead’s mouth.
“That’s a sound I wouldn’t mind hearing again. Indulge me?” Jughead said with a goofy ass smile on his face, pulling back from the kiss to look at Archie’s flushed face.
“Jug…” Archie sounded exasperated and embarrassed all at once.
“You’ll be more comfortable actually on the bed, you know.” Archie managed to colour a shade very similar to his hair and he shifted, moving so his head was on the soft pillows. Jughead straddled his waist once he was settled, hands resting over his pecs. “Still all good?”
“Yes Jug,” Archie said, impatient and Jughead laughed, simply leaning down to kiss him again. His hips rolled forward as his tongue mapped out Archie’s mouth and the heat went straight to Archie’s cock. He wrapped an arm around Jughead’s waist, effectively rolling them over in one smooth motion.
He looked down at Jughead, who looked like how he felt at the moment. “Woah,” his boyfriend breathed and he could see Jughead’s adams apple working to swallow. “You’re hot.” His hands moved to Archie’s ass, groping the firm globes and Archie groaned, pushing his hips forward again. “Jesus…” Jughead hissed, grabbing Archie’s shoulders and pulling him down.
Archie could feel precome leaking from the tip of his dick, a little more dribbling out each time Jughead thrust his hips up. The slide of their hard cocks together, despite the barrier of their underwear, felt amazing and Archie felt like he was burning up. He mouthed lazily at Jughead’s neck, hot breath fanning across the wet skin.
“Shit. Archie.” Jughead’s legs wrapped around Archie’s waist, one hand flying down to Archie’s ass with a loud thump, holding him down as he ground their hips together. Archie whined in his ear.
“Jughead.” Archie swallowed, trying to tell him to wait, to slow down, but words evaded him again.
“Yeah, I’m here, babe. God, I love having your cock moving against mine.” Archie whined, licking his neck. “You like that Archie? Want me to talk about how much I love your dick? How much I can’t wait for you to shove it down my throat and choke me with it?” Archie hips jerked unconsciously against his own. “I can’t wait to suck your pretty dick, Arch. And when you come in my mouth, I’m going to swallow.”
Archie let out a soft cry, hips moving on their own accord as he came. Jughead kept their dicks pressed together, still thrusting a bit and feeling the wetness of Archie’s now ruined underwear. Both panting, Jughead bit his lip.
“God, Jughead, I’m sorry. I just…I couldn’t. With you talking and I—”
“Archie.” Jughead kissed Archie’s jaw. “Look at me.” Archie slowly turned his head, brown eyes a little glazed over. “I’m not done with you. Do you think you’ll be able to keep going? If you’re okay, I’d like to keep doing this.”
Archie bit his lip and nodded. “Yeah, I can. I’d…I’d like that.”
“Okay,” Jughead said, sounding a bit relieved. “Good. I want to get those fucking boxers off of you.” Archie rolled off of Jughead and slid the soiled underwear off of his hips, kicking them down his legs and somewhere else in the room.
He was naked now. With Jughead. Which always ends well so at least he's got that going for him.
Jughead ran his finger up Archie’s soft dick with a light touch and watched as he shivered. “Still sensitive?” He asked, slipping off his own boxers as Archie squeezed his eyes shut.
“A little bit, yeah.”
“Ok. I’m sure I can manage to keep away for a bit.” Jughead smiled. He kissed Archie, slowly this time, but he pulled back before Archie could add any tongue. Archie opened his eyes and he couldn’t help that they travelled immediately to Jughead’s dick.
It wasn’t much different than his own, paler and curved to rest a little under Jughead’s belly button, the head a deep red colour. A small bit of precome beaded at the tip and Archie licked his lips at the sight.
“You’re drooling” Jughead said with a teasing smirk and his fingernails traced up Archie’s thigh and his stomach, curving around his dick but not by much. Archie’s dick twitched a little.
“It’s…” He swallowed. “It’s nice.” Jughead chuckled.
“Thanks,” Jughead said and wow, Archie felt really dumb. He just said his boyfriend’s dick was ‘nice.’ “Arch, I want to try something.” Archie’s eyes focused back on Jughead’s and he nodded.
“What?”
“I want to rim you.” Archie felt his cheeks grow hot.
“Oh,” Archie said, trying not to think too much when Jughead settled between his legs, Archie’s own thighs draped over Jughead’s and his legs spread.
“Can I?” Jughead gave Archie’s dick a quick stroke before moving down to cup his balls, rolling them gently in his hand. “I want to feel you-”
“Jug.” Hesitant. Strained. Jughead stopped his ministrations immediately.
“What? What’s wrong?”
“I just…I can’t concentrate on what you’re saying when you’re doing that with my…my balls.”
“Oh that’s good.”
“Good?” Archie quirked an eyebrow, the most playful and Archie-like Jughead had seen him since they started this.
“Yeah. I thought I had done something wrong, hurt you or something.”
“Jug.” Archie’s hand came up to touch Jughead’s shoulders, one hand sliding to rest over his tattoo. Jughead’s eyes following his movements. “You won’t hurt me.” When Archie smiled at him, that all genuine, all boy-next-door Archie smile, Jughead’s chest ached. He nodded and somehow managed to keep his ‘he’s so fucking good’ thought inside. “Now, what were you saying?”
“Well, Archie, I want to pleasure you by using my tongue around and in your asshole.”
“Oh.” Archie's voice sounded barely there and his hand slid down to Jughead’s knee.
“Is that okay? Do you want to do that?” Archie nodded.
“Yeah. Shit, I want- ” Archie loved the grin that got out of his best friend.
“Great. You’re going to love this, I’m fucking sure of it. But it’s uh…it’s a bit hard to do in this position. flip over?” Archie rolled over and buried his face in a pillow, spreading his legs a bit so Jughead had room to settle between them. His cock was already half hard, trapped beneath him. “Look at me for a sec Arch.” Archie turned his head, glancing over his shoulder so he could see his boyfriend. “If you’re not absolutely enthralled by this, I want you to tell me. Got that?”
“Yeah, ‘course, Jug.”
“Good.” Archie buried his face back in the pillow and tightened his grip on the poor piece of fabric. He felt Jughead shift on the bed and spread his cheeks.
Archie let out a small noise when he felt the cool air of the room on his exposed hole. Even the feeling of the air against it made him shudder.
Archie couldn’t hold in the moan that slipped from his lips when he felt the first swipe of Jughead’s tongue over his hole. Arousal zipped through his body and he shuddered more intensely, pressing his hips into the mattress.
One swipe of Jughead’s warm tongue and he was hard. Archie wasn’t sure if he should feel ashamed or impressed.
Jughead’s tongue touched him again, firmly this time and Archie bit his lip, letting out only a small whimper.
“Oh fuck. Arch?” He heard Jughead say and his head popped up from the pillow it was buried in.
“What?”
“Archie, this isn’t acceptable.”
“What?” Archie asked again, confused. Was it the noises? Oh god, Jughead hated his noises.
“You’re holding back. I want to hear you. We’re alone. Let me. Lets me know that you’re enjoying this as much as I am.” Jughead dragged a finger over his hole and Archie let out a soft ‘ah!’ of surprise. “Like that. You’re Beautiful, Your sounds are beautiful. Let go for me?” Archie nodded, face burning from the compliment and before he could think about it too much, pulled himself up onto his knees, his upper body still down on the mattress.
“Fuck. Woah. Okay, jesus. Just ah…remember what I said. Both things that I said. Whatever I said. I will forever be thankful of Coach Clayton for this ass.” In this position, Archie’s hole was exposed, so Jughead was free to grope, rub or pinch any part of Archie while his tongue did magical things to him.
Archie felt a little silly, not holding back his moans, but Jughead seemed to go at him with more fervour so he kept doing it. Jughead’s tongue traced around his hole, alternating between fast and slow strokes, sometimes up and down, sometimes side to side. He would tighten his fingers on Archie’s hips when he gave Archie a quick swipe and it made his knees go a little weak.
He was about to ask Jughead to stop—he didn’t want to come again until Jughead had a turn too —but then Jughead cupped his balls and pushed his tongue inside.
“Oh my god.” Archie moaned, completely unabashed this time because all his brain had time for was just ‘Jughead’ and ‘holy fuck, that’s amazing’. His hands tightened in the pillow and his head was swimming. No wonder he couldn’t think about anything besides Jughead’s tongue in his ass.
Jughead’s tongue pushed deep into him, the warm muscle moving, and Archie couldn’t keep himself from squirming. Jughead thrusted his tongue in and out of him, spit sliding down Archie’s crack and wetting Jughead’s chin. Archie’s vision was starting to blur together.
Jughead’s tongue pulled out of him and Archie whined. “Wait, no. I…keep doing the other thing. Please.” Jughead licked over his hole before plunging in again, tongue fucking him. “Oh. Oh. Yeah. Yes. Jughead. Oh god.” Archie moaned. “Fuck. Like that. Oh, yeah. Keep it, yeah, right there. More, shit more, keep going, don’t stop. Feels so good.” Jughead’s tongue wriggled inside of him, one hand still rolling his balls and when the other came to give his cock a few firm strokes, Archie came.
Archie’s vision whited out and he bit into the pillow, crying out a loud “oh god” as Jughead continued to stroke him. Archie was vaguely aware of his hole clenching around Jughead’s tongue, the mental image of such making another string of hot come shoot from his dick. Jughead pulled out, licking gently over the sensitive opening and his tugs on Archie’s cock slowed.
“Wow,” he finally said and Archie slowly collapsed onto the bed, ignoring the mess of come underneath him that he knew they’d have to clean up later. “I thought you were gonna like that. And you did. A lot.”
“Yeah,” Archie responded, eyes closed, still trying to catch his breath.
“Very verbal.” Jughead paused, settling on top of Archie. His dick was pressed snug in the cleft of Archie’s ass and he was placing light kisses on the bumps of his spine, making him shiver. “I like that.”
“Really?”
“Really. Fucking hot.” Archie smiled a little.
“Yeah well…you did a pretty good job.” The two were silent for a bit, Jughead mouthing at Archie’s neck and lazily rubbing against his crack.
“Can I finger you?” He asked quietly, breathing fanning hot over Archie’s ear.
“You just had your tongue in my ass. Why would I have issues with fingers?” Jughead laughed a little—feeling good that Archie hadn’t completely worn out on him.
“A gentleman always asks.” Jughead rolled off of Archie and Archie flipped over.
“Says the “gentleman” who just had his tongue in my ass.” Watching his boyfriend as he chuckles and procured a tube of lubricant and a condom from who knows where. He set the condom aside and flicked open the cap on the lube. “Open you up, though I think I’ve done a pretty good job of that already.” Archie flushed and Jughead smirked. “I can’t wait to fuck you, it’s about time for me to return the favour.”
“Shut up, hurry up. please.” Jughead blinked a few times.
“Archie Andrews, did I just hear you beg? Do it again.”
“Shut. Up. Hurry up… please.” Jughead was giving him that smile that he always did when he was screwing with him(pun not intended) and Archie was going to get him back about that sass when they weren’t both naked and horny.
Jughead gave a smile, genuine smile and tapped Archie’s thigh. “Spread ‘em.” Archie grabbed his knees and pulled his legs up, exposing himself to his boyfriend. “Jesus fucking Christ Andrews. Where’d all this confidence come from?”
“I’m pretty sure it was the second orgasm.” Was Archie’s simple response and fuck. Jughead’s cock dribbled a large glob of precome and it was about time to get a move on.
Jughead squirted some lube onto his fingers, probably a little too much, and circled his index finger around Archie’s hole, slowly pushing it inside. Archie shuddered. “Oh wow.” Archie’s chest heaved and Jughead could see his cock coming to life against his stomach. Jughead thrust his finger a bit and Archie bit his lip and his eyes fluttered shut. “Oh, god. Jughead.”
“Yeah babe?”
“Can you…can you give me more?”
“Anything you want Arch.” Jughead pulled his finger out and then pushed back in, with two this time.
“Oh yes.” Archie licked his lips. “Better.”
“Just wait.” Jughead started thrusting again, mesmerised at the way his fingers sunk into Archie and the way he just took it. Archie squirmed and moaned, cock now fully hard and leaking into his belly button. He kept thrusting, watching as the flush on Archie’s face migrated to cover his upper chest as well.
“Think you take another?” He asked Archie and he nodded. “Opening up so well for me, babe.”
“Yeah, I can take another.” Jughead pulled out, lubing up a third finger and shoving them into Archie, hard. “Fuck.” Archie practically growled like he couldn’t stop himself.
“Fuck yes, that’s what I want to hear.” Jughead pushed his fingers deep into his boyfriend, hitting him deep and hard. “Talk to me. Tell me what you feel. I want to hear you.”
“Shit, Jughead. Oh, god. Yes. I feel…your fingers. So full. Stretching me and filling me and somehow…ah! Somehow it’s not enough.”
“You could take more couldn’t you?”
“I think so. I want to. I just—” Archie’s sentence cut off and he shouted when Jughead hit a spot inside of him that made him see stars. “God! Is that what that feels like? Fuck.”
“Mhm. you’re doing so good, Arch. It can be a very sensitive gland for some, not so much for others.” Jughead shoved his fingers into Archie a few more times and then rubbed at Archie’s prostate. Archie moaned and one hand moved to squeeze his dick. “I see that you’re the former.”
“I had no ide-ah! It felt like this, fuck. Keep doing that, please. Please. Get me close, I want to get close.” Archie’s eyes remained shut as his brain did all the work, chest heaving with the words spoken. “I don’t want to come, just get me close. Oh, god. Yes. Yes. God, Jughead, you’re so good.”
“Tell me Archie. Tell me when you’re close.”
“Nearly there. I just… harder. Please.” Jughead did as asked, thrusting some more, curling his fingers at the end of each and Archie groaned. “God, okay, stop, stop, stop.” Jughead pulled his fingers free and watched as Archie’s loose hole clenched around nothing. His hand gripped the base of his dick, his balls drawn up tight against his body.
“Fucking shit Archie. You’re fucking unreal, un-fucking-real.” Jughead’s hands search the bedspread for the condom and he has way more trouble than he should trying to tear open the package with lube slicked fingers. He finally manages, rolling the condom onto his cock and smearing some lube onto himself as well.
“C’mon Jughead, please. I’m ready for you.”
“You sure?” Jughead moved close to Archie, thighs bracketing him, the head of his dick slipping against Archie’s already slick hole.
“Positive.” Jughead nodded, once, and lined his dick up with Archie’s hole, pushing the head inside. They both groan and Jughead’s eyes are glued to the way Archie’s greedy hole just sucks him in. When he bottomed out, Jughead leaned down and situated Archie’s legs so they’re draped over his shoulders.
“Good?”
“So good,” Archie responded, mere slivers of honey brown visible behind his irises, blown black. “Need it Jughead. Need you. Please.”
Didn’t have to ask him twice.
Jughead began thrusting into Archie, slow, but hard. He pulled out nearly all the way before his hips snapped back in and god, he could listen to Archie moan all day. Archie’s hands gripped Jughead’s biceps, hard. Holding onto him as Jughead fucked him.
“Oh my god. Fuck. Your cock…”
“What about it?” Jughead rasped into Archie’s ear, biting down on it a little harder than he meant to. Archie clenched around him and Jughead groaned.
“Shit. Hits me so deep.” Jughead tilted to hit Archie’s prostate and his boyfriend whimpered. “So full. I’ve never been so full.”
“Fingers weren’t enough, hm? Needed my cock instead?”
“Yeah, yeah, need it,” Archie chanted. “God, Jughead, more. I’m not going to last long…”
“Trust me, Arch.” Jughead grunted, kissing Archie with way too much tongue and teeth. “I’m not going to either.”
“C’mon Jughead. Give it to me. Harder, yes. So close. So, so close.”
“How close, babe?”
“So close. Really close. Make me come, Jughead, I want you to make me come.” Jughead slid a hand into Archie’s hair, gripping it and turning his head so he could bite and suck at Archie’s neck. His hips thrust into Archie, fast and hard and Archie’s hands scrambled to grab onto some part of Jughead, any part of him. “Yes, yes, yes…oh god, yes, fuck! Jughead!”
Archie seized up against Jughead, clamping down on Jughead so tightly that he was afraid for a moment that Archie was going to castrate him. His hot come spilled between them and he shook as the orgasm washed through him.
“How was that?” Jughead asked, kissing Archie again, soft and gentle yet still rapid now. He pulled back to look at the man’s ‘thoroughly fucked’ expression, amused when he saw that Archie’s come had reached his chin.
“Fucking great. Ten stars.” Archie wiped the come off of his chin and when he popped his fingers into his mouth and tasted himself, Jughead lost it.
He buried his face into Archie’s shoulder as he came, groaning. He could feel the vibrations of Archie’s moan in his own chest, his come filling the condom. Archie scratched his dull nails on his back and pressed kisses into his neck until he was coherent enough to speak.
“Jesus.” Jughead swallowed and slowly pulled out of Archie, sitting on the edge of the bed. He took a few deep breaths and stood, wobbling a bit.
“Careful,” Archie said.
“I’m fine. Don’t go anywhere hot stuff, I’ll be right back.”
“Don’t think I can,” came Archie’s response and Jughead laughed. He tottered out of the room and into the bathroom, tossing the condom and wetting a cloth. He cleaned himself, tossing that cloth into the dirty clothes hamper, and then wet another one, taking it with him to the bedroom. Archie was stretched out on the bed, eyes closed, a private smile on his lips.
“What?” Jughead asked, settling next to him and wiping him down.
“That was amazing. You’re amazing. Amazing. A very good decision. We’re doing that again.” Jughead chuckled.
“Clearly I did a good job if you’ve only got one adjective in your repertoire.”
“You did. Come here.” Archie didn’t wait for Jughead to move. Instead, he grabbed him around the waist and pulled him into his body.
“Tired?” Jughead asked.
“Mmm.” Archie pressed a kiss to the bottom of Jughead’s jaw as he threw a leg over him and tucked his face into his neck and Jughead laced their fingers together against his stomach.
“Next time, I want you to ride me.”
“Why? So you can top and I still do all the work.” Archie responded sleepily, lightly nipping at the base of Jughead's neck.
“Yeah, sounds nice right? I get to top, not do any of the work, and see your pretty face as you ride me. Triple points.”
“Oh shut up.” Archie said.
When Jughead felt Archie’s face heat up and felt him push his face further into his chest , he knew he had won.
(god, he loves his stupid red-headed jock so much.)