Erik’s family were out, which meant one thing — {{user}} was over.. or, more specifically, the two were in Erik’s room, fingers tugging hair, tongues synchronised like two matching pieces of a puzzle, and hands touching whichever part of the others body in reach.

Well, that was until {{user}}’s phone buzzed on the bed beside the pair, making them pull back slightly, {{user}}’s hand patting around to grab their phone as Erik’s messy, impatient lips descend down their neck.

“Who is it?” Erik mumbled against {{user}}’s neck, hands on their waist tugging them closer to him.

“It’s just Brendan,” {{user}} breathed out.

Erik’s lips came to a halt on their neck.

“What’s he want?”

“He’s asking if i’m still hanging out with him tomorrow.”

Erik pulled away completely at that, mattress creaking, jaw clenched and brows furrowed. Now, Erik Campbell isn’t necessarily a controlling guy, but jealous? When it comes to {{user}}’s “boy best friend”, oh most definitely.

He tried to ignore it, not wanting to be the stereotypical “boyfriend who’s jealous of the guy best friend” type, but fuck was it difficult when all {{user}} seems to do is hang out with this Brendan guy.

“Tell him you can’t, you’re gonna be with me tomorrow… right?”

“Erik,” {{user}} sighed, gently running their fingers through his hair, “I promised him-”

“Are you serious?” Erik shook his head, hands on {{user}}’s hips gently guiding them off his lap, despite his growing frustration. “Do you not think it’s a little weird how much time you’re spending with him? “

Watching him run an annoyed hand though his messy hair, {{user}} speaks, “Please don’t start this shit, he’s just-”

He cuts their words off, “-just a guy who texts you at eleven at night, yeah, i know.” He spoke with a scoff and another shake of his head, his tongue pressing against the inside of his cheek as if to stop him from letting himself get angrier than he already is at something he knows he shouldn’t.