Page 82 of Jace
And oh, how we were wrapped up.
I woke up with him firmly lodged around me, me on my back, his head on my chest, legs tangled together. I'm not sure yet who's the big and the small spoon. Right now I’d say we’re even cutlery. This is all a first for me, so I don’t mind it either way.
It seems that I do like it a lot however when he’s all over me, keeping me close like I'm something special. That never happened before.
I know we're only a week into this, only a weekend really, but something just fits. It clicks, if that's a thing. And it's easy, like it always was between us.
Yeah, I like it a lot. Especially when he went through my closet and pulled out some shorts and a shirt. He's wearing my damn clothes, and I'm getting all flustered about it.
Lamar gave us a knowing look when we arrived together for class and dropped down next to him. But aside from high-fiving us both with an exaggerated wink, he thankfully kept his big mouth shut.
I'm with Ty on this; it's best if we keep this quiet for now. He has to figure shit out for himself, because I’m still wondering if he only has one foot in. Me? I’m all the way in, I think I have been for a while now, even if it only really started this weekend.
My dry-spell since the beginning of this semester explains enough. It’s not only my agreement with Missy and Ava that kept me out of anyone’s pants. No, I think that was mostly because of Ty.
I eye him again, he’s focusing on our teacher, wearing his own hoodie over my clothes, the one I borrowed from him a while back and has become my favorite ever since. His smell had faded, so he was allowed to wear it, even if I was being whiny about it, and he just punched me in the shoulder with a grin. I was all for him wearing his preppy outfit from last night because shit, I loved it on him. But cum stains. A lot.
I sure as fuck intend to steal the hoodie back tonight, peel him out of it… Then get him naked on my bed and grind all over the gorgeous piece of art that his body is.
Just like this morning.
We did a do-over from our little frotting session last night. He’s already being more secure in all of this, being the one who was intently pulling me on top of him this time, initiating holding our dicks together, jacking us off at the same time until we came all over his abs. His eyes were full of amazement the whole time.
At least we didn't mess up any more clothes; sleeping naked is a handy benefit. It was a good thing Missy didn’t stay at home last night, so I could stealthily put all our stuff in the washer in our tiny bathroom.
Needless to say, we totally missed our usual jog. But hey, we burned a lot of calories in a different, more fun way. I wanted to take it slow, to give him space to get used to being with a guy, and to date him like normal people would before putting out. I never did that before, and I really don’t want to scare him off with how quick this is going. Like I said; I’minthis. There’s just something about him that reels me in, makes it impossible to hold back, to do the proper thing.
There's nothing remotely proper about last night. And damn, it probably has something to do with those dimples. Because I swear, I melt every time he flashes those things at me.
I also never knew I had a thing for beard burn until he started rubbing his scratchy dark scruff all over me while kissing me this morning. It’shot.
I adjust myself because he’s doing nothing but making notes on some paper he borrowed from me, since he didn’t have his laptop. But I just can’t stop looking at the way he writes, how he’s bent over his desk with his broad shoulders, making me really wanna kiss that dark spot on his neck beneath his backwards ball cap, letting my tongue drag over his skin…
He notices, of course, and throws my favorite dimpled smirk my way, eying my now tented sweat shorts. Not my best idea to put those on. “Already?”
I groan softly, trying not to alert our professor. “It’s the fact that I know you have my boxers on; it’s driving me insane.” Thankfully, I had some joggers he could borrow because I would die if he had to put on one of my skinny jeans over those thick thighs. I would walk around with a boner all day, probably ogling his bubble butt, walking into lamp posts and shit.
“Kinky,” Lamar pipes in, his head popping up as he leans around Ty, making Ty's face heat and me grin like an idiot. “I wanted to wear Missy's underwear, but she said that’s weird.”
I snort way too loudly, hiding behind my laptop, unfortunately gaining the attention of professor Hartman.
“Something you wish to share with the rest of the class, Mr. Janssen?” he asks with crossed arms, the irritation very clearly there in his voice.
“Ah, no. Apologies,” I mutter, ignoring the silent snickers from Lamar and Ty as all heads of my fellow peers aimed in my direction. “Please continue.”
“Thank you for allowingmeto continue. Please keep in mind that although your midterm grade was a bit better, you still have some work to do to pass finals. You do know you have less than a month left, right?”
I grumble an apology again before he continues explaining the importance of strategic planning and implementation in modern businesses, and I really try to focus for the next hour. The guy is absolutely right; I do need to up my game for this course.
Fortunately, it’s the only one I’m having real issues with. I’m following a minor in music management, also something my dad despised. If it were up to him; I would be doing something in law as well. Good thing he doesn’t have a ratsass to decide anything in my life anymore. I made sure of that.
And Missy made sure I could continue my degree here, far away from my past.
But yes, I do need to focus more on class and less on Ty, because if I do fail? Then that’s a sure way of losing my scholarship and visa, earning me a one-way ticket home.
It’s Thursday when I see Tyler again, besides our daily thirty minute morning jog that is. Which has improved a lot, now that I’m actually allowed to pounce on him whenever I get too riled-up after running behind him. Missy keeps complaining about the amount of sand that’s everywhere in our house. Not my fault Tyler keeps going for jogs over the beach.
And that sand cushions our fall perfectly when I tackle him.
