Featuring:Archie and his Dad have a fight that soon ends in hot, incestuous sex in the teen's very own bed. (Archie's POV)
I came into the house, through the front door, carrying my guitar in it's case. Vegas, my Labrador immediately greeted me when I walked inside. I spotted Dad in the living room sat in a chair, waiting for me. "Hey." I said. "I texted. Where were you?" He immediately questioned as I stroked Vegas. He was wearing a grey plaid shirt over a black v-neck and a pair of dark jeans. Meanwhile I was wearing a dark blue cardigan over a grey top and a pair of blue jeans. "Football practice. Then I was writing." I answered, still stroking Vegas. "Songs? Your music?" Dad asked, sounding a bit put off by it, getting off the chair. "I thought you and Jughead were on a road trip on the 4th. Then I talked to Sheriff Keller. So I guess that was a lie." Dad continued, stepping over to me. I sighed as I stood up. "Dad, we were gonna go, but-" "You should have come to me, Archie." Dad told me. "We could've gone to the Sheriff together." "I didn't want to drag you into it." I argued. "That was an error in judgement." Dad argued back. "Sorry, Dad. Sorry, I'm not perfect." I said, taking my cardigan off as I began heading upstairs. "You're pretty far from perfect lately, Archie, that's why you're grounded." Dad said. "What? Are you serious?" I asked, feeling my stomach turn in anger, stepping back down the stairs. "So in this house, every night for two weeks. 7:00." Dad declared. Who the fuck did he think he was? "I'm not 10 years old, Dad. You can't just-" "You wanna go for three?" He threatened. We both stared at each other in the eye, both of us angry, blood boiling and veins practically popping. I couldn't believe it when it happened. My Dad's hands suddenly gripped my shirt and his face collided with mine. His lips were connecting to mine! My eyes widened as I felt his beard brush against my face. I wasn't sure what to do, I was too busy being swarmed with thoughts. What does this mean? Was he gay? Was my Dad gay? He was attracted to me? Was this a mistake? Are we gonna..? I suddenly got distracted by feeling a hand travel under my shirt and up my body. I was so confused yet... I liked it. It was like a new sexual adventure. First the sleepover, then Mrs Grundy, then Jughead again, then finally my own father?! I found myself eventually begin kissing him back and beginning to wrap my arms around him. I wanted this.
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Featuring:Archie and Jughead bump into each other and relive past memories in Pop's Diner's toilets. (Jughead's POV)
I was typing on my laptop, on my own in Pop's Diner. It was late in the evening as I continued writing my story. It was pretty empty inside, so I was surprised when I saw Archie walk into the Diner. He was wearing a tux, however the top buttons of the white shirt he was wearing were undone and the bow tie dangled round his neck. He looked very tired and troubled. I couldn't help but think he looked really, really... Sexy. He noticed me, but I watched as he spoke to Pop. "Hey Pop. Betty hasn't come in tonight, has she?" He asked him. "No. Just the nighthawk's in tonight." Pop shook his head before looking over at me. "Thanks." Archie said before walking over. (Archie's POV) I had really messed up tonight. I had hurt Betty by kissing Veronica, and I wasn't sure how to fix it. I looked upon Jughead, who always seemed to look back with intrigue and care. He had a black jacket and hoodie on, with his classic beanie on. "Uh, can I sit, Jughead?" I asked. "If you want." He said, calmly. So, I sat down opposite my best friend. "Whatcha workin' on?" I asked, looking at the back of his laptop. "My novel. It's about this summer and Jason Blossom." Jughead answered, making me think back to the gunshot I heard with Miss Grundy. "Seventeen years old and how will he be remembered? As captain of the water polo team?" I began. "The Aquaholics? Considering how he died, probably not." Jughead reasoned. "No, what I mean is... was he doing everything he was supposed to do? Everything he wanted. I mean, did he even know what that was?" I asked, feeling guilty about the information I knew. "Coach Clayton was in here talking to Pop Tate. Varsity. Does that make you, what, Mr Popular-Football-God now?" Jughead asked, sarcastically. "No. In fact, I'm kind of terrified I lost my best friend, tonight." I admitted. "If you mean Betty, whatever happened, just talk to her, man." Jughead advised me. "It would go a long way. It would've gone a long way with me." He added. I nodded, feeling an extra load of guilt. "You'll be okay." Jughead said before I suddenly felt a pressure against my crotch. I looked down to see his shoe, gently pressing against my crotch. "Urrr- Jug, what are you-" "Remember that sleepover we had? With Kevin?" Jughead asked, making my eyes widen even more. "I thought we agreed we wouldn't talk about-" "No, you agreed to never talk about it again. And I'm not asking for you to talk about it. I'm asking if you wanna re-live it." Jughead smirked, applying more pressure. Already I could feel myself harden, as the sexual tension grew. "I don't-I don't know if that's a good idea, Jug." I stammered, unsure. "C'mon, Archie... I know you loved it." Jughead continued, before reaching over and placing his hand onto mine. I gulped. This was not what I was expecting. "Come to the toilets with me." Jughead whispered. A moment passed. The foot pressed even more against my, now, semi erect cock. I thought about it. I should be going to find Betty. But instead, my eyes were undressing Jughead. "Okay." I whispered, giving in. Smirking, Jug released my crotch and quickly stuffed his laptop in his bag. "C'mon." Jug said before getting up and walking towards the Men's. |
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