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“This is a stupid idea-“ Dave muttered as the orange fellow before him stabbed a kitchen knife into the flimsy metal lid of a glass jar, creating a slot just large enough to fit a coin into, “Why’re we even doin’ this, Sportsy?”
The aforementioned ‘Sportsy’ (most commonly known by Jack) rolled his eyes. He placed the jar, rather harshly for it being made of glass Dave believed, onto the kitchen counter before placing the knife back into its block, “Well, Henry said it worked for you guys when you were younger, so why wouldn’t it work now, hm?” He responded with a grin as he turned to face his boyfriend.
“Fuck Henry, he knows nothing,” Dave shot back receiving an eyebrow raise from Jack, “What I- Oh.”
Jack proceeded to laugh as Dave pulled a quarter out of his pocket and dropped it into the jar, mumbling to himself about how stupid this idea was.
“And knowing you, our vacation will be paid for in no time!”
“I really hate you sometimes, Sport.”
Jack laughed, standing up on his tip toes to place a kiss against the others lips, “That’s hard to believe.”
With a roll of his eyes but a smile nonetheless, Dave exited the kitchen, wandering away from Jack and into the homes living room.
Barely an hour passed before the front door down the hall opened harshly, slamming shut a few moments later. Ah, Henry was home. Jack might even be able to get him with his jar trick.
Jack stepped out of the kitchen with a startled look on his face, almost having dropped the dinner plate he had been holding after the house shook from the sheer force in which the door had withstood, “Mr Miller?” He called down the hall.
“Bad day?” Dave snickered as Henry entered the front room, sneer on his aged face and hair unruly. He looked like Hell, Jack thought, and that was saying something as he himself was literally a living corpse.
Henry say himself on the couch, “Like Hell it was a bad day, William- Fucking awful,” He said, though paused as he heard the shaking of plenty of quarters hitting the edges of glass. That was quick. He lifted his head and turned to the doorway.
There stood Jack who held a large jar holding quite a concerning number of coins in it despite the short amount of time that it had been active for, “Sorry Henry but, you gotta pay up.”
“You are joking-“
Dave exploded into laughter at the look on Henry’s face, it was absolutely hilarious. His own invention, however unoriginal, being used against him. Priceless!
With a groan, Henry pulled out his wallet, fishing out a few quarters before holding his arm out for Jack to collect them.
“Thank you for the kind donation, Mr Miller,” Jack snickered as he collected the money and dropped them into the jar with a sly grin.
Henry shot him a glare before leaning back on the couch, “Whatever, Kennedy.”
A moment of silence passed through the room, being filled only by the sound of Jack jangling the money around as he placed the jar down onto the living room table and sitting down on the couch between his boyfriend and boyfriends adoptive father.
Jack would get a good kick out of this, he knew it. And by the looks of dread in the others faces. They sure knew he would too.
It was the next day. Dave had somehow managed to wake up earlier than anyone else in the house and decided that he would make himself some breakfast and eat it alone. In peace. He didn’t think he could take another rant about how much Henry hates bacon or how Jack hates mornings with his entire being.
He watched his bacon sizzle around in the frying pan above the stove. Now that he thought about it he might have put a bit too much oil in the-
“Fuck!” He exclaimed as some of the burning hot oil bounced out of the pan and landed right on his arm, “Holy fuck, why the fuck did that hurt so bad, fuckin’ shit-“
In his fit of curses and swiftly moving to the sink to hold his burnt wrist under the cold tap, he failed to notice his orange boyfriend stood in the kitchens doorway with a sly look on his face.
After relieving himself of any pain, Dave sauntered back over to his bacon.
“Fuckin’ burnt- Just great, exactly what I wanted to start off my wonderous day, burnt bacon-“ He froze as he turned and noticed Jack, and now Henry, stood in the kitchens doorway, “Ah, shit, Sportsy-“ He had completely forgot about the whole swear jar thing and simply grinned sheepishly.
Jack turned to Henry who actually looked somewhat concerned at whatever just happened with his son, “Ah, what do ya say Mr Miller? Five dollars for all those?”
Raising a brow, Henry let out a low chuckle, “Raise it to seven, Kennedy, one dollar for each word. Then we have a deal.” He held out his hand, waiting for a shake from the orange man.
Jack nodded, taking the hand and giving it a solid shake, “Pleasure doing business with ya, friend.” He then turned back to his boyfriend, stepping towards him, “Guess you gotta pay up now, Davey!”
He heard Henry laugh before leaving the two alone in the kitchen, probably going off to get ready for work.
“Seven fuckin’ dollars? You gotta be kiddin’ me, Sportsy,” He glowered, “Tha’s hardly fair- Ya know how much I curse when I’m in pain-“
“Eight dollars now, actually,” Jack corrected, ignoring all that Dave has said and smiling up at him, showing his missing front teeth.
Dave scoffed, though he couldn’t argue with that face. He turned to a little ceramic pot that sat on one of the kitchens wooden shelves and was labelled with his name in Jacks scruffy handwriting and opened it. He pulled out a small plastic wallet and retrieved a ten dollar bill with a solemn face.
He folded up the money together, placing his pot back onto its shelf and slotting his money into the jar, frowning at it hit the bottom, “You’re strippin’ me of my money, Old Sport, I don’t think I’ll have anything left by the end of the week.”
Jack shrugged and grinned up at Dave, receiving a small peck on the forehead that proved the purple man wasn’t actually mad at him for this, “And whose fault is that?”
“Uhh... Henry’s?”
“No- Yours, Davey, It’s your fault,” Jack replies with that little snort of a laugh that Dave adored.
Ah, how could he stay mad at this guy, it was practically impossible.
“I suppose...” Dave gave as a response before leaning forwards and clinging onto his boyfriend, tightly, “Guess I won’t be allowed to leave your side then, Sportsy, just in case I accidentally let a fuck or somethin’ slip. Won’t want’a miss that now, would ya? Oh, wait, shit!”
The orange male simply scoffed, “Wh- No! I don’t want to be around you all the time, you’re so clingy.” He giggled, not able to keep serious when his boyfriend was tickling his sides accidentally.
Dave simply clung tighter to him in response, mumbling some nonsense reply into Jacks neck.
Sighing contently, Jack sighed and leant his head down onto the others shoulder, “I love you, Davey.”
Dave chuckled, “Love ya, too, Sport.”
“Oh, you owe the jar two dollars, by the way.”
Pulling away from Jack, the purple male scoffed, “Way to ruin the moment, Sportsy!”
Jack just chuckled. This was nice.