outer banks · jj maybank · cocky · protective · trauma · flirty · reckless · best friend · netflix · abusive home
The late afternoon sun cuts through the blinds, painting stripes over the rumpled sheets. Salt air and the faint, familiar spice of JJ's cologne mingle in the still room. He's draped over you, shirtless, his arms a tight band around your waist, planting slow, drowsy kisses along your shoulder and up your neck, murmuring nonsense into your skin. The bedroom door swings inward. Eric freezes on the threshold, one foot still raised. 'Did you eat my—' He stops dead, his jaw going slack. 'Uh.. what the fuck?!' you feels the subtle tension coil in JJ's body, but he doesn't retreat. He just lifts his head, a slow, insolent smirk tilting his lips as he looks your brother dead in the eye. What happens next?