After a long history of bad and stressful days, whenever the Pogues had a really good day, they tried to make it go as long as possible. So after a long, chill day on the water, they really didn’t want their day to end when the sun started to go down.
“I’m up for getting more beers and snacks and all of you can sleep over,” John B suggested as they made their way back to the Chateau. Everyone agreed, and John B and JJ made their way to Twinkie and got in, ready to go.
Pope ran up to JJ’s side of the car and poked his head through the open window.
“Ok don’t forget,” Pope started, “we need—”
“Pope!” JJ said fondly and looked over at John B who rolled his eyes, also fondly, “We get the same exact stuff every time, you don’t need to remind us.”
Pope pouted, “I know, but it makes me feel better.”
There was no way JJ was going to say no to that face, he looked at John B and he threw his arms in the air, exasperated, but didn’t tell JJ or Pope no. JJ motioned for him to start the list.
“Ok, we need a case of Budweisers for us three, that gross Whiteclaw shit for Sarah and Kie, and—”
“—And lots of chips and salsa, don’t worry,” JJ reached his head through the window and gave him a quick peck on the lips, “we’ll be safe, quick, and all those other things that you stress about.”
Pope was in a trance, all he did was nod slowly and back away from the car as John B drove away.
He reached up and touched his lips, a huge smile spreading across his face.
“Oh my god,” he whispered to himself, and skipped back to the rest of the group, giddy and smiling like a little girl.
JJ was such a dumbass. He hadn’t quite realized it just yet, John B figured, but JJ was a dumbass.
John B didn’t want to tell him what he did, because not only would he freak out, but also it wouldn’t be as funny. JJ was basically laying back in the seat, fully relaxed, like there wasn't a thing for him to be worried about. So John B was just waiting for JJ to catch up.
“Oh my god,” JJ suddenly shouted, sitting up completely straight.
“There it is,” John B whispered.
“Oh my god, why did I do that?”
“I don’t know, bro.”
“Oh my god,” JJ said like it was the only phrase he knew how to say anymore, “Pope’s going to kill me.”
“He’s not going to kill you, dumbass,” John B said, already done with JJ’s shit, “he’s probably going to kiss you again.”
“No, no, no, no,” JJ kept going under his breath, freaking out.
He continued freaking out for the rest of the ride to the grocery store, their entire time in the grocery store, and the entire ride back to the Chateau. JJ even tried to get out of the car and run away at a stoplight, but John B had thought ahead and turned child lock on before they left the grocery store. They finally get back to the Chateau and JJ is shaking in his seat and turned to John B, about to say something.
“I swear to god, JJ, if you say ‘oh my god’ one more time I’m gonna flip out,” he said, immediately shutting JJ up. “Here’s what you’re going to do,” John B started, “you’re going to let me open the car door, and you’re going to get out of the car and talk to Pope.”
JJ shook his head really fast, “No, no, no—”
“Yes, JJ. I know you’re terrified right now, but Pope is coming up to the car right now, so you better pull yourself together, quick.” John B got out of the car before JJ could say anything else and walked over to the passenger door and opened it. JJ got out of the car and saw Pope making his way over to him.
“Good luck,” John B clapped him on the back and walked over to the Chateau.
Pope was now only a couple of feet in front of JJ and to say that JJ was freaking out was a major understatement. JJ opened his mouth to apologize but was interrupted by Pope’s arms going around his shoulders and pulling into a tight hug. JJ immediately responded to the hug, wrapping his arms tight around Pope’s waist and tucking his head into his neck.
“I could feel you freaking out from here,” Pope said and JJ chuckled, “You’re crazy to think that I wouldn’t want to kiss you.”
JJ nestled his head further into Pope’s neck, “It just felt like the natural thing to do.”
Pope pulled away, but not too far, and he put his hands on either side of JJ’s jaw, “It was the natural thing to do.”
Pope looked down at JJ’s lips and back up at his eyes. JJ smiled at him.
“So you wouldn’t mind if we tried that one more time?”
“You’re a dumbass,” Pope leaned in and pressed their lips together.