[ the alternative is running and while they can outrun one person, he’s not so sure they can outrun more than that. what if it spirals out of control? what if they get caught and thrown into the arena? this is not how he planned their evening’s events. he thought the sneaking around would be a piece of cake. he’s experienced enough with getting in and out of the pembrooke and with tagging up walls for the red circle ( god that had been dumb ) but this isn’t riverdale. he doesn’t know every back alley like the back of his hand. no map can teach them that.
he feels bad about holding onto jughead like this. he’s not a person that likes the touchy-feely stuff to begin with, unless it’s on his terms, and right now it obviously isn’t. this isn’t an embrace after a rough day. it’s a lot. he knows it is. if they had the time and the guarantee that their voices wouldn't carry, he’d apologize. the shiver makes him keep his hands moving, slow, but with enough motion to try and generate heat. having arms around his neck kind of dampens much movement though, so trying to keep him warm is out. he doesn’t know where to put his hands.
it’s- weird.
he shuts his eyes for a moment, suppressing a grimace. it’s not jug’s fault. there are a dozen ways to reply, and he’d be on it, if jughead hadn’t beaten him to the punch. there’s no other way to navigate it, he supposes. the words go in one ear and take an immeasurable amount of time to process, like he can’t quite grab onto what jughead’s looking at him like that for. he narrows his eyes, working it out, and sees it happening before he’s completely grasped it.
it’s fine, you know. he’s. kissed plenty of girl. it’s not any different than that. ...except that jughead’s a guy and his best friend, and his pretendy time husband. okay, so it’s nothing like kissing a girl. there’s some resistance out of reflex. just a strain in his neck when he’s being pulled in and it only takes a second or two for him to buckle in and accept that this is happening. yup. okay. alright, doing this. there's nothing soft about it, which is great because he doesn't want to be thinking about this fondly. he's already kissed enough people that aren't his girlfriend, thank you very much. jughead's kissing him like a cornered animal and that's probably a spot on description of what it feels like. good. that can.. appear passionate, even if it's not, since on the receiving end with lips as chapped as archie's are, it kind of hurts.
archie gives it his best try. he sets his palms on either side of jughead, flat on the wall, because he still doesn’t know what to do with them and at least he’s blocking some of the air this way. right, um. be normal. be cool. he presses in closer ( if that's even possible ) and tilts his head to the side in an attempt to obscure the view, as if he can make it look more heated than it really is. their kiss is a press of lips and teeth, and archie's not sure how much longer he can keep kissing jughead without saying ow, ow, ow. ]
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he feels bad about holding onto jughead like this. he’s not a person that likes the touchy-feely stuff to begin with, unless it’s on his terms, and right now it obviously isn’t. this isn’t an embrace after a rough day. it’s a lot. he knows it is. if they had the time and the guarantee that their voices wouldn't carry, he’d apologize. the shiver makes him keep his hands moving, slow, but with enough motion to try and generate heat. having arms around his neck kind of dampens much movement though, so trying to keep him warm is out. he doesn’t know where to put his hands.
it’s- weird.
he shuts his eyes for a moment, suppressing a grimace. it’s not jug’s fault. there are a dozen ways to reply, and he’d be on it, if jughead hadn’t beaten him to the punch. there’s no other way to navigate it, he supposes. the words go in one ear and take an immeasurable amount of time to process, like he can’t quite grab onto what jughead’s looking at him like that for. he narrows his eyes, working it out, and sees it happening before he’s completely grasped it.
it’s fine, you know. he’s. kissed plenty of girl. it’s not any different than that. ...except that jughead’s a guy and his best friend, and his pretendy time husband. okay, so it’s nothing like kissing a girl. there’s some resistance out of reflex. just a strain in his neck when he’s being pulled in and it only takes a second or two for him to buckle in and accept that this is happening. yup. okay. alright, doing this. there's nothing soft about it, which is great because he doesn't want to be thinking about this fondly. he's already kissed enough people that aren't his girlfriend, thank you very much. jughead's kissing him like a cornered animal and that's probably a spot on description of what it feels like. good. that can.. appear passionate, even if it's not, since on the receiving end with lips as chapped as archie's are, it kind of hurts.
archie gives it his best try. he sets his palms on either side of jughead, flat on the wall, because he still doesn’t know what to do with them and at least he’s blocking some of the air this way. right, um. be normal. be cool. he presses in closer ( if that's even possible ) and tilts his head to the side in an attempt to obscure the view, as if he can make it look more heated than it really is. their kiss is a press of lips and teeth, and archie's not sure how much longer he can keep kissing jughead without saying ow, ow, ow. ]