marclarkin:
the sweet smell of heaven wafted through his nostrils and his feet lead him to the kitchen, following the scent of coffee. jax’s coffee was moderate enough for his tastes. he would pick up worse or better, depending on where he found himself. his cousin’s brew only cost him an earful lecture, most of the time. he could handle that. with his ex-wife, there were many o’times that he tuned her out. jax was not difficult to tune out too. “i’m not stupid enough to be drinkin your ma’s carton anyway. you, i’m not so scared of,” he teased back and put the milk back before grabbing a mug. “check yourself for a concussion. i’m fine,” he replied as he poured himself some coffee. as marc sipped from the cup, he walked over to a window and glanced down to see his bounty still cuffed to the gate. a broad smirk crossed his lips. “fucking idiot,” he mumbled and turned back to his cousin. “what, no pancakes? or, what do you prefer, crepes? you are a terrible host, primo,” he mocked his cousin with a shrug and continued to sip his bean brew.
“ we’re not kids anymore, marcus. i could definitely kick your ass now, ” he shot back, trying to be serious. but the smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. marc and all his bullshit amused jaxon, despite himself. he was the closest thing jaxon had to a brother, and his fondness couldn’t be overridden no matter how annoying marc was. “ you show up bleeding at my house, and yer gonna be grumpy ‘bout me wanting to make sure your brain ain’t fuckin’ bruised? ” jax replied, dubious and giving him a look that was half scolding and half a glare. “ i give you a bed and coffee, and yer still fuckin’ complaining? god, yer a brat. if you really wanna whine more about it, i’ll make you french toast. but fuck, i’m way too lazy t’ make you fuckin’ crepes. you could say please, ya know? instead of insulting me. ” despite their near constant bickering, jax was always on the verge of a smile, and he genuinely enjoyed his cousin’s company. no one else would guess that they actually really did like each other though.