Page 22 of Actions and Reactions
And since that’s done now, has been for so long, I really should just fucking get over it already, shouldn’t I?
It’s not hard to focus back on the present, not when the view is so enticing. Vinny clearly wants to be close to me, and I want the same, so this is perfect, right?
Right.
I go through my nightly routine and decide to sleepnaked, just like he is, since I liked it last night and slept deeply that way. It’s not always a guarantee, so I’ll take it.
I’m as careful as I can be when I climb into bed, but he still shifts and mumbles something I can’t discern. I roll onto my side to stare at his peaceful face for a while, and can’t resist shuffling closer.
The moment when I realize this is much more than I can handle?
When he rolls over and burrows close until his nose is pressed against mine.
I don’t want to move, maybe not ever again, but I roll away carefully, turn the light off, and then shut off my brain as well. Then I roll back over and pull him in closer.
The restof the week passes with more of the same.
Vinny and I sleep in the same bed every night, sometimes mine, sometimes his, and I do get a repeat of our first night but we don’t go any further, it’s not needed.
I feel like I’ve discovered this insatiable hunger, that’s somehow just awakened but was also always there somehow. I spend every day eager for the night to come because... it turns out, blow jobs and hand jobs are fucking awesome.
And kisses. God, I love how Vinny kisses me.
I don’t mention doing anything... more, and neither does he, which makes me wonder if he knows about my inexperience, but I don’t dare bring the subject up.
It’s easy.
When we’re alone, his lips are almost always pressed to mine, so talking only really happens when we’re trading blow jobs.
During the day we talk plenty, with everyone else.
I can see our moms feel vindicated and like everything is right with the world, and though it isn’t, for those six days it feels like it could be.
I have great chats with Dad and Uncle Hulk, and I get an answer as to why Dad asked me to watch that special episode of their program—he was fed up with Nilsson and wanted him off the show, so he knew he was going to start a fight with him.
I think he might’ve thought he was defending me, and maybe wanted me to feel ... cared for?
I honestly don’t know, but Dad’s never been one to lie or fib so I take him at his word.
Lex is also very talkative, telling me all about his time at the boarding school Vinny and I were supposed to attend together. I smile and grit my teeth during that conversation, and I do my best to show my support, even though every excited word out of his mouth is like a dagger to the heart.
As promised, Vinny wakes up extra early every day and goes out to the lake to do laps around the dock, and then he goes out running. I ignore that part of his daily routine, and I make sure no one else can tell how much attention I do pay to everything else he does.
When the time comes to say goodbye to our families—with promises from our parents for visits—it’s a lot easierfor me to accept that I’ll be trapped in a plane with Vinny for hours to come.
And as I suspected, we spend most of those hours kissing.
“Did you leave your car here?” he asks when the jet is taxiing to the hangar.
“Yes, you?”
“Yeah, and I wanted to ask?—”
My phone starts blowing up with notifications and I take it out with a frown, but that goes away when I remember.
“What is it?” he asks.
“I just set up a bunch of reminders to go off once I was back here,” I explain.
