Page 109 of Hide and Seek
For someone who doesn’t process emotions the same as everyone else, or even feel some of them, Jax is an incredibly attentive partner. He doesn’t shower me with gifts and compliments and flowery words, and that’s good because I’ve never wanted that. Instead he shows me how much he cares.
It’s in all the little things he does for me, like how he sends me a text every day at four-twenty-two to tell me he’s thinking of me. And every night that he’s not busy with frat business or family stuff, we either talk through the camera I still have in my room, or he spends the night and we talk between rounds of sex.
But the thing that means the most is how he really doesn’t give a shit what people think of us being together and never shies away from holding my hand or putting his arm around me when we’re walking around campus together.
He even got permission from the dorm steward to not only replace the lock on my door with a more secure one, but to also add motion sensors to both the door and my window frames and install a camera that works a lot like a doorbell cam, only without the doorbell part when those kinds of changes are against the rules.
He also taught me how to effectively use the knives he gave me, and Jace even gifted me with a taser and pepper spray and gave me lessons on how to use them when Jax was busy with some frat business the first few days after we got together.
I was worried about how Jace would react to me when Jax told me that he and his brother are a package deal and that he’d always choose Jace over me, no matter what. From anyone else, that would be a giant red flag, but I understand why that’s one of his hard lines.
He and Jace aren’t just twins. They really are two halves of the same soul. They need each other to stay grounded, and that’s a bond that can never, ever be broken.
Jace has the power to end things between us, but instead of holding that over my head and making me earn my place with them, he’s made it clear that he has no issues with me as long as I don’t do something to fuck them over or betray them, and he’s gone out of his way to treat me exactly the same as he does his cousins.
Jax may have taken over my physical security, but Jace has appointed himself my cyberprotector and has dedicated countless hours to helping me figure out what’s going on with the Kings and what kind of threat they still pose to me while also searching for the deepfakes to make sure they really are gone.
For someone who’s never had a lot of IRL friends and who’s felt disconnected from his family for years, being accepted by them has made me realize just how much was missing from my life.
A loud shout and an even louder crash ring out on the other side of the bathroom as I pull the curtain to my shower stall closed behind me.
Maybe it’s because I’ve only ever done cross-country and haven’t played any team sports or spent much time in locker rooms, but I don’t understand guys who clown around and make shower time social. I’m a get in and get out kind of guy, and I like my privacy, so I do my best to keep away from the shenanigans and random horseplay that tends to break out when there are more than a couple of guys using the facilities.
The laughter and shouting continue, but I focus on stripping off my clothes and hanging them up on the little pegs over the bench where I stashed my towel and shower kit. When I’m ready, I turn on the water and set the dial so it’s hot but not skin-melting hot, and step under the spray.
I pushed myself hard today, and the water feels good as it moves over my chilled skin, soothing my overused muscles. I stay like that for a few minutes, but it’s hard to relax when I’msurrounded by the noise of my dormmates goofing off and being annoying.
Instead of taking my time and luxuriating under the water like I want to, I go through my shower routine on autopilot.
I’m just sticking my face under the spray to wash off my cleanser when a hard body presses against my back and a strong arm wraps around my waist to hold me in place as a hand clamps down over my mouth.
I can’t see anything because of the mix of cleanser and water running down my face, and I react out of instinct as I desperately try to twist and wriggle away from whoever has me.
A hard cock presses against my ass, and I freeze, my entire body going cold as my attacker grinds it against me until his hard length slips between my cheeks and rubs over my hole.
That touch sends a jolt of pleasure through me, but the rush of panic that follows is twice as strong, and I grab at the hand covering my mouth and pull as hard as I can at the same time that I scratch my nails over the arm still locked around my middle.
My attacker doesn’t even seem to notice my attempts to get him off me, and my shower slides slip over the wet tiles as he swings me around and pins me against the wall.
At least the majority of my cleanser was washed away before he pulled me out from under the spray, and I’m able to open my eyes with only a little bit of stinging.
All I can see in front of me is a white tiled wall, and more panic and terror fill me as the hard cock between my ass cheeks rubs against my hole in a deliberate slide.
“Gotcha,” a low voice rumbles in my ear.
It’s barely audible over the noise from both the running water and my dormmates going about their business, but I instantly relax as I recognize it.
This isn’t the first time Jax has “attacked” me when I wasn’t aware in the past few weeks, but it is the first time he’s done it in a communal part of my dorm.
Every other time has either been in my room, like the night he snuck into my room in the middle of the night, and I woke up with him on top of me, yanking down my sleep pants. Then there was the time he literally snatched me off one of the many paths on campus and dragged me a few feet into the woods, where he fucked me against a tree while we could see people walking by and going about their day, completely oblivious to what we were doing.
I know there has to be something seriously wrong with me that those “attacks” were just as hot as the days when he chases me through the woods, but I’m done caring about that. I enjoy it, and so does Jax, and that’s all that matters.
Most of the time, I keep up the act of being afraid and fight him tooth and nail until he wrestles me into submission and fucks my brains out like he owns my ass, but there are times when it starts as an “attack” and then shifts into something rough but still tender that sets my blood on fire.
Something tells me that a full dubcon fantasy in a communal shower would draw too much attention to us, and by the way he gently rubs his cheek against my jaw, Jax thinks so too.
Now that I’m not fighting him anymore, Jax lets go of me and spins me around so I’m facing him.
