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Between you and me, Judelow has a knack for getting into trouble. It's a wonder how he isn't miraculously caught in a death loop 24/7 with the amount of enemies he makes on a daily basis. To be honest, it's not his fault that people are too stupid to recognize a trap when it's there.
So when he inevitably gets jumped by the one and only Sharpness Conexion, his deemed rival/ally of the server, he can't be so surprised.
“Come on, Jude, stop running. I just want to talk to you.” Sharpness’s daunting voice calls from behind him.
God, his accent is so annoying. It's cute, but it's annoying. Fucking Sharpness.
Oh. Right. This is probably important context: Jude thinks Sharpness is cute.
Which is profoundly inconvenient, because Sharpness is also one of the strongest players on the server, and is currently sprinting after him with a netherite sword and a vendetta. Jude kind of just would like it on record that this is not his fault.
It took an embarrassing number of late night Reddit posts on r/DoesAnybodyElse, ‘Why do I so damn feel nervous around my teammate?? Is it normal to want to provoke someone and also want their attention??’ before many comments helped Jude put the pieces together.
So anyways, yes, Jude is currently running for his life.
And yes. He has one of the fattest crushes imaginable on the guy chasing him.
“Heyyy, c'mon Sharpness, I didn't even do anything this time?!”
“You trapped me again, Jude! I mean, I have to get revenge, you know? Fucking– Stupid bunny.”
Jude’s pulse trips over itself loudly in his ears, heat crawls up his neck like he’s embarrassed to exist. The nickname sticks under his ribs, the word repeated in Sharpness’s voice over and over in his head, absolutely not helping when his legs are already burning. He wrinkles his nose, disgust schooling his face as he attempts to mask his blush. “Don’t fucking call me that.”
“You know you shouldn't have done it, Jude. I told you I would get revenge.”
He doesn't really want to trap Sharpness though, it's a bad idea through and through. Sure, he’ll probably get a free gear set and more loot, but Sharpness practically takes most of those very items from Jude’s storage anyways. Buying back your own stuff while making an enemy out of it is probably a horrible idea. Worsening their alliance will just mean a violence-driven Sharpness will come back again to hunt him down.
This is the most unfair day of his life. One moment he's minding his own business at his base and the love of his life pulls up and starts critting him out. For whatever reason Sharp is pissed at Jude for again, Jude is pretty sure his chances of actually getting with Sharp were down in the depths of hell.
He huffs out a breath that’s half a laugh, half a breathless wheeze. “Oh my god, are you serious right now–?!” he yelps, vaulting over terrain. “I thought we got past that?! Aren't we sort of teamed or something? Ack!!”
Jude skids against the grass as he ducks underneath a low tree, recovering quickly before he's knocked forward as Sharpness’s sword connects with his chestplate armor. He pulls a wind charge from his hotbar chucking it against the ground to boost himself up into the treetops. He whips around to attempt to deter S harpness as he follows, suddenly critting him out then stunning him for a brief moment with his axe ability.
“You think you can get away, Jude?”
Yeah. Jude isn't exactly in the mood to die– he's not geared up for a fight at all, and he's got some pretty expensive redstone parts in his inventory that he wouldn't be so happy to lose. Except he pulls a bad move; without thinking, he retorts back.
“Oh, I could definitely get away from your bitch-ass. But where’s the fun in that? You’re just too easy to mess with, sweetheart.”
His stomach drops. Provoking Sharp is a horrible idea. He did not mean to say that. Or call Sharp sweetheart. Shit. Shitshitshitshit.
Sharpness’s sword meet’s Jude’s arm, the sound of metal against metal screeching through the air. His teeth are clenched, eyes brazen with cold fury. “Do you think this is a joke? You’re fucking dead, Judelow.”
Yeah. There’s no way he’s surviving this.
Dodging another swing, Jude flicks his waypoints open mid-sprint, scanning the area for any of his usual trap indicators. The closest marker blinks back at him, only 50 blocks away. It comes into view as he comes closer, recognizing the familiar waterfall. He winces.
Bad memories surface immediately. He's used this trap before, and it worked extremely well until one time he trapped Leekleek with it. Jude was careless, and he had forgotten to reset the trap– resulting in Leekleek being able to escape.
Now, he was pretty sure he’d reset it this time, but he could never be too sure that he hadn't hallucinated resetting it. Uncertainty crawls through his skin as he grits his teeth and veers toward the waterfall anyway. It’s still his best option, he could still use his backup traps on Sharpness if the trap ended up failing.
He runs through the clearing of the forest towards his trap, splashing through a shallow puddle of water. Risking a glance back, Sharpness is still on him, nearly closing the distance between them.
Breath tight in his chest, Jude aims straight for the sound of rushing water. He mutters a frantic prayer to whatever Minecraft gods– server gods– lag gods– he doesn’t fucking care. Please don’t be griefed holy shit.
He dives into the waterfall, swimming up, arms burning as bubbles rip past his vision. He’s so close. If he can bait Sharpness and get Sharp to trigger the trap, he would be free to invis up and get the everliving–shit out of there without dying and losing his strength.
Except when luck suddenly betrays him, because Sharpness lunges and manages to swipe at just the right angle, knockback shoving Jude into the amalgamation in the corner that is over a hundred boats piled into a corner, the hitbox of all boats stacked together peeking out meant to knock people into a trap.
Jude gets launched, slamming into the tree set up to nudge his victims into the death pit. The foliage barely cushions his impact before gravity takes over.
“OH FUCK.” he shrieks, flying backwards into his own trap.
Pistons fire with a familiar rhythm, shoving him forward, down, and in. Armor stands land on top of him in rapid succession, clattering and crowding his space until there’s nothing left but cramped hitboxes and the awful certainty of being stuck. He knows what's coming, quickly reaching up to stick his axe through the composter, allowing him to prevent it from clipping through his head and suffocating him.
He's a little relieved he’s managed to get out. The trap works perfectly– on the wrong person. He’s forced into the narrow 1x1 he’s built a million times before, every detail burned into his memory.
“God dammit.” He hisses, attempting to shove armor stands out of his way but there's just too many entities and not enough room. Jude curses himself. Of course the trap works perfectly. He built it block by block, tested it until he was certain it worked flawlessly, and even has trapped other people in it multiple times before. He can't log, since now Sharpness will know where his logout spot is and likely kill him on sight, and he's gotten combat tagged by him as well. On the off chance Sharpness didn’t come down here and finish the job, Jude is kind of fucked.
No, he was really fucked.
Serves him right for being proud of his traps, the world has really had it out for him. Now he's stuck in his own 1x1 like a bad joke at his own expense.
Frantic, Jude begins breaking as many armor stands as he can in order to escape, but the more time he spent meant losing seconds to staying alive. He was a sitting duck, practically waiting for Sharpness to arrive and absolutely slaughter him.
Hey, maybe Sharp would take mercy and spare him.
Oh, who was he kidding? Sharpness is probably one of the most bloodthirsty people he knows. No one would pass up an opportunity to kill Judelow in this Predicament.
His wishful thinking is interrupted when a strangled scream cuts through the air.
Jude barely has time to look up, seeing the overhead light from the open sky suddenly go dark as another body drops into the pit, armor flashing as it falls past the leaves and landing hard onto Jude.
“SHIT.” Sharpness.
Jude scrambles instinctively, frantically trying to shuffle out of the way in the cramped space. There’s nowhere to go. Jude recoils on instinct, but his head slams against the obsidian walls boxing them in. He goes dizzy, suddenly feeling the jab of Sharp's elbow driving into his ribs, the impact knocking the air clean out of him.
he ends up wedged awkwardly beneath Sharpness’s knees, crushed between obsidian walls and far too close for comfort. Sharp tries to scramble off, panic and confusion mixed with anger all over his face.
“What the fuck Jude?! Sharpness’s eyes narrow, body tense, every movement filled with distrust.
Jude knows exactly why Sharp is like this. Last time he ‘fell’ into one of his own traps, it wasn’t entirely accidental and he ended up trapping both Sharpness and Evourai, farming them for strength.
Jude barely looks up, though. His head is spinning, the world tilting sideways as his chest heaves and ears ring like crazy. His brain feels like it’s swimming through slime, hands fumbling against the obsidian walls trying to push off or twist free.
His eyes slowly meet Sharpness’s, causing him to freeze abruptly, painfully aware of exactly who he’s trapped with now.
Oh, he’s gorgeous up close.
For a second they don’t move. Jude can barely think, let alone plan an escape, and the sheer closeness of Sharpness only makes his disorientation worse, heart beating faster and the heat coloring his cheeks don't help again.
There is absolutely not enough room for this.
Sharp snarls. “I swear to god Jude I'm gonna kill you!”
He tries to protect himself from Sharp’s wrath, lifting his sword on instinct– but it hits the obsidian before he can even bring it up properly; there’s nowhere to swing it.
There’s barely enough room to move his arm for a swing or a jab, nothing that Sharpness can’t block by himself. Jude realizes Sharp also has his sword out, but there’s even less room for him to move in their tangled limbs.
They both stop, swords disappearing back into their inventories.
“…You can’t hit me either, can you?” Sharpness mutters.
“No.” Jude slurs a bit, breathless. “I don't think there’s any space.”
Sharpness raises a brow, studying Jude for a split second. Heat creeps up Jude’s neck as he realizes he’s being pretty much ogled by his crush, and that thought makes his dizziness so much worse.
“Jude? Hello?”
“Uhh… huh??” He blinks, trying to focus, but everything feels sluggish, like his limbs are wrapped in molasses.
Sharpness waves a hand. “Oh, fuck. Are you concussed?”
“I dunno. can’t be, uh, that bad.” he mumbles.
“How many fingers am I holding up?” Sharpness flips him off.
Jude squints at the hand, vision going in and out of focus. “Oh fuck you too bitch.”
“I think you're actually concussed.” Sharp snorts, but a look of worry flits his expression. “Shit, Jude, I’m serious, get up.”
Jude feels someone shifting around him to pull him sitting up. It’s blurry, the world tilting like it’s made of water, each movement sending little jolts of vertigo through his head. Then there’s a weight pressing down onto him, grounding him impossibly close to another body. He wriggles slightly, before the horrifyingly wonderful realization hits: Sharpness is straddling his lap.
His chest lurches, ribs still sore from earlier injury, but it barely registers over his panic.
Holy shit, he’s insanely close.
Heat bursts up his neck and his ears, and his brain short-circuits.
Oh. Ohhhhhh fuck.
Sharp’s hands are everywhere. One still pressing on his shoulder for balance, the other gently coaxing a health potion past Jude’s lips and down his throat. He swallows, mind kicking into overdrive as his mind clears, clarity spreading in his head as seconds tick by and the potion working its magic.
There's an absurdly fine man straddling him, chest to chest, knee to knee, the faint scent of perfume potions hitting his nose, effect particles still lingering, rising from Sharpness’s skin. Sharpness’s body is cold– well, so is Jude’s, but there's a certain warmth in their proximity, so close it’s making his heart melt inside.
A part of him wants to collapse into Sharp’s chest just to chase that feeling of warmth again. Another part wants to claw himself out of this overwhelming physical tension. Another smaller, panicked part is acutely aware of how hard he's trying not to pop a boner at the moment.
Sharpness stuffs the empty bottle back into his inventory. “So… truce?”
Jude scowls, heart pounding way too loud in his ears. “This is getting really uncomfortable.” He huffs. “Can you get off me? My arms fuckin’ asleep.”
They try to untangle themselves, and it goes as well as Tai's attempts to trap Jude.
Sharpness frowns, concentrated as he moves himself carefully from on top of Jude to standing, stepping around to make room for Jude to get up as well. They slowly attempt to coordinate, Jude following along as he stands as well.
Their small victory is crushed when he misjudges his own movements and bumps against a stacked armor stand. It wobbles, and with a clatter, it tips straight into Sharp.
“Oh my g– YOU’RE SUCH A BITCH. JUUUUDE” Sharp yells, flailing as he loses his balance. His arm shoots out instinctively to grab something, which happens to be Jude.
The sudden pull sends both of them toppling back into a heap of arms and legs again, this time Jude landing face-first against Sharp.
He blinks up at Sharpness, and the realization hits him like a ton of bricks. Their faces are ridiculously close– Jude could kiss him.
He jerks back, panic and embarrassment exploding at once.
“Okay, holy fuck. Stop.” Jude seethes, because he knows if this keeps going he is going to lose it. “We’re just making it worse.”
He feels Sharpness exhale, his breath warm against Jude’s ear, and he has to actively tell himself not to think about that. Between the fact that Sharpness has
just given him a health potion for his concussion, and the fact Sharpness was literally about to annihilate him a couple minutes prior, Jude’s not really sure where their relationship as allies or enemies stand. What he is sure, is how fucking cooked he is with how much more in love hes gotten.
His brain betrays him, thoughts slipping in. How Sharpness’s voice sounds different this close to Jude, even with all his insults and death threats. It's quieter, less smug, with the premise feels as if that his soft tone is only reserved for Jude. There's worry laced into his tone deluding Jude’s false hopes that Sharpness might actually care about him. Jude hates himself a little for it. This is not the time to be fantasizing about his hot rival who may or may not still hate his guts.
His train of thought is ruined as Sharpness goes still for a second, reaching around at an awkward angle to pull out his comm. “I’m messaging Saparata.”
“What?”
“Saparata.” Sharpness repeats, already typing one-handed. “My teammate? He’ll get me out of here, probably.”
Jude clicks his tongue, eyes narrowing in suspicion. “Whats stopping you two from fuckin’ jumping me right away? I mean, uh, I don't think I'm super in favor of this idea, even though Saps is lowkey a quickdrop. I also know you're a scumbag with zero honor and would 2v1 me any day. I don't really wanna grind for another set.”
“Well… that's too bad.” Sharpness scoffs, using a finger to poke at Jude’s cheek.
“Fuck you, Sharpness. Just help me break these armor stands, darling."
He feels Sharpness stiffen behind him, and he knows he fucked up again. Sharp is probably going to cut off his tongue with the way these pet names keep slipping out. He looks behind himself, a little worried that Sharp was about to throttle him, only for his eyes to meet Sharpness’s very own.
Jude looks away immediately. Fuck. Don’t stare, Jude, don't stare.
Together, they start disassembling armor stands, forced to manually take apart each stick and slab without their swords. They sit with their backs together, elbows occasionally brushing, sending jolts through Jude’s body, his hands shaking with each touch. Both players trapped in their own little corner of frustration, the repetitive movement of breaking armor stands torturing their minds.
Sharpness is probably embarrassed about it. Well, of course he would be embarrassed. Anyone would be, trapped like this, too close, saying stupid things. It is a little odd that homicidal–Sharpness hasn't tried to kill Jude with his bare hands alone just for the nickname, but interpreting it as anything else would just be his confirmation bias talking, and Jude refuses to give that voice any ground.
It takes forever to clear a bunch of armor stands, but there’s probably about two hundred more.
“Oh my god.” Jude mutters, staring at the mess. “I put way too fuckin’ many in here.”
Sharpness snorts, sarcasm filling his words. “Wow. you really think so?”
Jude leans forward with a groan, his head briefly thudding against the obsidian wall.
“Hey– don’t do that. You literally just got over a concussion, genius.”
“Relax. Since when were you my physician?”
“I’m serious, Jude!” Sharpness snaps, glaring. “You could actually hurt yourself. Don't do that.”
“Who are you, my mother?”
Their bickering comes to a halt when an inconspicuous noise sounds through the forest. Soft footsteps pad through grass above them, crunching over dead leaves.
Sharpness shushes him, shoving a hand over Jude’s mouth. They freeze, bodies rigid, as the faint crunch of dirt blocks breaking reaches them. Panic slides in, Sharp stands, attempting to identify the player around them.
“What the fuck are you doing??” Jude whispers harshly, yanking Sharp's hand off his face and elbowing Sharpness in the arm. Above them, the sound of digging grows louder. dirt block sounds transitioning to stone blocks breaking, getting closer and closer. If someone found them stuck in a trap, they might as well both be dead.
“I’m listening for footsteps. Some people don’t walk the same, you know?”
“That is the dumbest thing I've ever heard.”
“Sue me for wanting a heads-up before we get jumped.”
“Shift, you fucking idiot!”
Jude digs into his inventory and shoves a slimeball into Sharp's mouth. He starts to choke and whacks jude on the arm. “Stop hitting me you assho—”
“Hello?” a voice calls. “Sharp? You there?”
Relief crashes over them, they were saved.
“Saps!” Sharpness wheezes, coughing and spitting, drool spilling from his mouth. “Oh my god, thank god– can you get me out?”
Saparata’s familiar face appears at the edge of the hole.
Then immediately vanishes, flinching backwards away from the hole.
“Oh my god.” his voice echoes down into the pit. “I– wow. I’m so sorry. I didn’t know you were—” He stops, his head popping up to look back at the pair pressed up against each other in a cramped 1x1. His eyes flash a look of fear, like he’s seen something sacred. “NOPE. Nope. That’s on me.”
“Wait–” Sharpness starts.
“I did not need to see that.” Saparata blurts, already backing away. “I’ll– uh– Ima pretend this never happened.”
“Saps, wait, we're stuck in a trap–” Sharp shouts, a little too late.
“I’m leaving! I’m gone! I respect your privacy! Have fun you two– use a condom!”
His footsteps retreat in a rush, followed by the unmistakable crackle of a firework and the whoosh of elytra taking flight.
Jude stares at the wall, His face burns, but he schools his expression blank in a way that suggests his soul has temporarily exited his body.
Sharpness blinks. “…Did he just–”
“Do not.” Jude says flatly. “Say another word.”
Sharp sighs, irritation creeping in. “That motherfucker logged off before I could even message him to get us out.”
“He’s gotta be better than Spongs, though. Right?”
Sharpness snorts. “I don’t think anyone aside from you is a worse teammate than Spongs.”
Jude lets out an offended noise. “Excuse you? I am a fantastic teammate, like, it wasnt my fuckin’ idea to fall in the trap? And YOU jumped me!”
“Jude, just message Parker. Please.” Sharpness groans. “If I have to break any more armor stands I will literally die.”
“Whattt?? I cant admit to Parker that I fuckin– fell in my own trap. He's gonna clown me for this.”
But Sharpness’s pleading eyes finally shatters Jude’s stubborn resolve. Reluctantly, he pulls out his own comm and fires off a message, sending coordinates along.
You whisper to ParkerGameBrain: Hey bitch boy. Can u come save me????
He thinks for a moment. Another Saparata reaction would not be good. Probably should tell Parker that Sharpness is stuck too.
You whisper to ParkerGameBrain: Sharps here too btw
ParkerGameBrain whispers to you: Ohhhh haha yeah I know you guys r there.
Jude frowns. What?
You whisper to ParkerGameBrain: the fuck you mean you know????? [4]
You whisper to ParkerGameBrain: helloooo?? [6]
You whisper to ParkerGameBrain: hey answer me or ur kos
ParkerGameBrain whispers to you: bro im making a trap rn
ParkerGameBrain whispers to you: and yeah Saparata showed up lolol
You whisper to ParkerGameBrain: motherfucker get me outta here bro I CANNOT stand another second with this guy
ParkerGameBrain whispers to you: LOL NAH
ParkerGameBrain whispers to you: get your shit together. You don’t know how funny it was when Saps showed up
ParkerGameBrain whispers to you: he was like idk if uk Jude is probably busy for a bit if u were wondering
ParkerGameBrain whispers to you: and I was like wym?? And he told me you and Sharp were fucking or smth
ParkerGameBrain whispers to you: yeah i was like no shot
ParkerGameBrain whispers to you: cuz I know for a fact you wouldn’t have confessed to your crush u wuss.
You whisper to ParkerGameBrain: HE WAS LITERALLY JUMPING ME YOU ASSHOLE
You whisper to ParkerGameBrain: parker get me outta here [6]
ParkerGameBrain whispers to you: nahh u got this bruv just tell him how you feel
ParkerGameBrain whispers to you: saparata isnt coming back soon either i dont think lolol
You whisper to ParkerGameBrain: fukc you bithc
You whisper to ParkerGameBrain: fFUCK YOU [3]
You whisper to ParkerGameBrain: FUCK YOU PARKER [12]
“Oh my GOD.”
“Is he coming? I actually want to get out of here. We've been stuck for over an hour already.”
“Hes… not.”
“What? Why?”
“Cause he's a bitch. Can we demote him to ‘worst teammate?’ I don't think I deserve that anymore.”
“I think we just have to break all the armor stands again. This is actually so annoying…”
He exhales, long and furious. “Fuck me for being such a good trapper. How are we still stuck in here?!”
“Yeah, Jude.” Sharpness says, waggling his brows suggestively. “Fuck you.”
Jude is seething. Another armor stand comes apart in his hands, pieces clattering uselessly at his feet. It feels like it takes a full minute just to pry one loose, and there are still so many left.
“Fucking hell.” he mutters.
Sharpness doesn’t respond. Jude pauses, glancing back over his shoulder. Sharpness is still there obviously but he’s gone completely still, staring at nothing like if he concentrates hard enough he might simply stop existing.
“…Are you gonna help or what?” Jude snaps. “You know, this would go a lot faster if you’d stop sulking and stop being useless”
“No.”
“Uh, the fuck you mean, no??”
“I mean I’m done. I’m not breaking another armor stand. I’m so sick of it and my hands hurt and I can’t move at all like it's so annoying.”
Jude scoffs, tugging at another stand with more force than necessary. “Soooo, you’re just gonna sit there and wait to die? Cause I don't think we're getting out any sooner with you being unhelpful like that.
“I’m sitting around because you haven’t even tried to do what Parker wanted. We need him to get us out of here, and you just want to stay stuck in here or something??”
“We do not need Parker.”
“I literally messaged him, and he texted me, ‘Jude knows what to do’ with a winky face. Like, clearly Parker asked you to do something and youre being– fucking stubborn again!”
“You messaged– huh??”
“Why the heck did Parker say no? Like bro, he's your teammate, come on Jude, just do whatever he asks! I'd rather get out of here than wait for someone like Tai to come around and kill us.”
Jude blushes, recalling Parker’s demands. Confessing is completely out of the question, cause Sharpness does not even remotely like him back.
“Oh, right, I’m the problem,” he snaps, wrenching another armor stand apart with more force than necessary. “Not the guy who decided to stop helping entirely.”
Sharpness bristles. “I didn’t decide—”
“Princess.” Jude cuts in sweetly, voice dripping with mockery. “If you’ve got so much energy to complain, maybe you could actually do something useful?”
Sharpness stiffens. “Don’t call me that.”
Jude smirks, because of course he does. “What? It fits. You're just sitting there, making me do all the hard work.”
“Knock it off. You're being so weird.” Sharpness snaps, but his voice wavers just enough to give Jude ammunition to fire back. Ragebait at its finest.
“Whatever, It's okay, Sharp. You can sit here and I'll do the work, gorgeous.”
“Oh? Do you think I'm pretty, JudeLow?”
Well that backfired horribly. Jude grits his teeth, debating whether continuing the joke would produce an outcome that would probably make his heart explode would be worth it.
He fiddles with his thumbs. “Yeah. obviously.”
Sharpness shifts slightly, playful demeanor falls into a grim expression as he faces Jude. He looks a little uncertain, staring Jude down like a puzzle he can't crack. Sharp lets out a heavy exhale, the air pushing his bangs out of his eyes. “Don’t fucking say shit you don’t mean.”
His stomach does a flip. There was no testing the waters anymore, he was already halfway in.
“Oh huh? What if I do mean it?”
“I'm serious, Jude.”
There's a moment of stillness. Jude goes quiet, trying to swallow his next words down, but they spill out like vomit he can't hold back, like he's throwing up poison but they're only words that could still destroy his heart. “Well– So am I.”
Sharpness frowns, searching his face. “…You’re not messing with me. Right?”
“Hypothetically” He can't look Sharpness in the eyes. “if I asked to kiss you right now… would you say yes?”
“Hypothetically…?” He reaches up, cupping Jude’s face, thumbs warm against his jaw.“Yeah. I think I will.”
Neither of them moves for a second.
Then Jude does. He grabs Sharpness’s by the front of his chestplate and hauls him closer, leaning in. Soft lips meet his own– Sharpness smells faintly like flowers. His head spins a little at the contact, senses overwhelmed.
The kiss is a mess. Sharp exhales Sharply into Jude’s mouth, forcing a startled noise out of him. Jude gasps against him, desperately snaking his hands up into Sharp’s hair, tangling in messy blonde strands, reaching for the silky feeling of the ribbon in his hair. He tugs it loose, Sharpness’s hair tumbling out of its ponytail in long blonde locks.
“Really, Jude?” Sharp mutters, voice fond and breathless. He shakes his hair free, letting it fall back messily, before advancing to press Jude against the wall again.
Jude’s hands go up instinctively, gripping Sharp’s sleeves, then creeping into his hair too, fumbling and clumsy, afraid that if he lets go this moment will evaporate into thin air. He kisses back with equal recklessness, chasing Sharpness when he pulls back half an inch for air.
He nips at Sharp’s lower lip, the familiar coppery taste of blood lingering on his tongue. Sharp hisses softly, pulling back, a faint smear of red where Jude caught him.
“Ow. You hurt me.” Sharp pouts, frowning, but he's more amused than upset.
Jude grins, pressing a chaste kiss to the corner of Sharpness’s lips. “Guess I'll have to kiss it better, huh?”
Their foreheads bump, affectionate giggles filling the space, but neither cares, and that 1x1 feels like their whole world, lost within each other’s arms. It gets to the point where Sharpness tugs down the collar of Jude’s shirt, grabbing his hair to yank his head back, an involuntary sound escaping from Jude’s mouth– half breath, half laugh. His eyes flutter shut as Sharp leans in, the press of his mouth at Jude’s neck sends a shock down his back, he arches slightly into Sharp’s hold. His knees feel like they might give out if he weren’t already pinned in place against the wall.
He’s barely aware of anything else, the only thing he can register through the haze of lust in his head being Sharpness’s grip in his hair, the steady pull keeping him exactly where Sharpness wants him.
.
.
.
A block breaks somewhere to their left.
They tear apart instantly while light floods the space, and the one and only ParkerGameBrain pops his head through the opening.
He looks excited at the sight of the two players’s mussed state. his eyes dart between them mouth starts moving immediately, hands gesturing and pointing. He's laughing hard, shoulders shaking, talking– clearly a lot.
Jude can barely imagine what he and Sharp must look like right now. Jude’s shirt collar still tugged halfway down, faint bruises bloomed all over his neck, his face probably on fire. Sharpness doesn't look too great either, hair disheveled and lips tinted bloody.
Parker keeps talking to himself, miming kissy gestures.
Jude squints at him, deadpan. “Parker. You’re muted.”
Parker pauses in his train of thought, pulling out the proximity chat UI, unmuting.
His laughter loudly detonates through the quiet like a bomb, mic crackling fuzzily cutting out at how loud he's laughing. “Man. I was starting to think you’d never say it.”
He continues, pulling out random shulkers as he dismantles whatever’s left of Jude’s trap. “Seriously, Jude, I came a little after you messaged me. I’ve been crouched invis this whole time, waiting for that stupid confession to finally fucking happen.”
Jude scowls, punching Parker a couple times.
“–Ow. Jude don’t touch me you bitch–, and you guys went quiet, and I was like, shit, did Jude get rejected?? And I hear you guys going at it like, yeah. No. Pack it up. I’m officially cockblocking y’all.”
There’s a muffled yelp as Jude backs up, then bolts forward and slams into Parker shoulder-first, driving him onto the ground. He's already on his feet. His axe is in his hand before the thought finishes forming, blows forming dents in Parker's raised shield.
He hears the splash of a potion behind him and glances over his shoulder just in time to see Sharpness splash strength and step past him, already mid-jump, blade coming down hard.
Jude’s axe bites into the shield, the next hit breaking it entirely in Parker’s hands. Sharp doesn’t let up for a second, crits landing. Parker is laughing the whole time. Unhinged.
“WORTH IT– ABSOLUTELY WORTH–”
The laughter cuts off mid-word, replaced by the scatter of items hitting stone.
They sort through Parker’s stuff in silence, tossing most of it back into a chest. Sharpness nudges it closed with his foot. “Here. You can give his stuff back to him later.”
Jude snorts. “Nah. He deserves it.”
“Let’s just… get out of here.” Sharp’s hand brushes Jude’s, lacing their fingers together. “Does this mean I have a base now? What's yours is mine now.”
Jude laughs, pressing a quick kiss to Sharp’s cheek, feeling Sharp squeeze his hand fondly in return. “I mean, I'll be honest, I kinda figured you already moved in way before this.”
“But I can put my bed next to yours now.”
“Sure. But I'm pushing you off the bed if you steal any of my blankets.”
“I still have to get revenge on you for trapping me though.”
“I will file for divorce. Don't test me.”