Page 106 of Jace
He rummages through the bag and throws one of his trusty energy bars my way. I stare at it as it bounces off the mattress.
“Is that the present?”
“What?” He smirks after grabbing something else. “No. You need to uptake your calories if you think you can keep up with me.”
I scoff, but love the confidence that he’s starting to get about this, about us. “With you? I play in a bandandplay a sport at a high level, you know. I think I can handle a stupid ass skinny football player.”
His eyebrows soar up and his smirk gets bigger. “Me? Skinny?” He lets his big hand drag shamelessly over his broad chest and tight abs, before climbing back on the bed and hovering over me. His hands on either side of my head, something clenched in one of them.
My hands automatically find his ass. His very tight, very round, well-used ass. I know I am a big dude, but Christ, he is way way more pumped up.
“I don’t think this is considered skinny.” He lowers himself a bit and drags his body over me, touching me in all the right places, smearing his cooled cum over my belly.
I groan and let my head fall back, tightening my fingers and pushing him up a bit, before this gets out of control. And before he swipes my notes off him. “I know, I know. You're not skinny. Jesus. What's your intake? Do you even have an ounce of body fat? Do you eveneat?”
“Well, I eat a lot of bananas.” He keeps himself in a planking position over me, show-off. His deep brown eyes twinkle and rove over my chest, before landing on my flaccid cock, which jolts with renewed interest. “My protein intake is actually very important.”
“Protein huh?”
“Think you can provide me with an extra dose?”
I actually fucking snort at that. “Christ, you’re so corny, babe.”
“I know.” He gives me his dimpled grin. “But you love it anyway,baby.”
I snicker. “Maybe I do. But I am kinda curious about the present, though.”
He gives me his dimple-popping smile as he pulls himself back, sits on his knees, ass planted over my groin. He actually smirks as I let out a happy grunt.
Holding out his fist, his smile softens. “Don’t laugh? I saw it yesterday in the town’s center when I ran errands for mom and it made me think of you.”
When he opens his hand, a dark brown leather bracelet dangles from his finger. It’s similar to the few ones I already have on my left arm, except that this one is infinitely more beautiful. It’s made of three separate leather bands. The one in the middle has wooden beads, and the ones beside that both have an intricate braided design. Everything’s held together by an black metal clasp, and it’s totally fucking awesome.
I can’t remember the last time someone gave me a present before tonight. First his mom… Now this?
“It’s amazing, Ty. Thank you,” I nearly whisper as I hold out my wrist and he fastens it next to the others. His cheeks are adorably flushed now, and I can only grin, mesmerized. I have no idea what I did to deserve him, and I’m still so very afraid of losing him once he’ll get to the NFL, but I’m keeping him anyway.
“You like it?” he asks almost shyly.
“I love it.” I surge forward, pulling off a sit-up with him still leaning on my groin, and give him a long leisurely kiss. “You can have one of mine.”
Lying down again, I unfasten a leather cord which has small gemstones on it. “This one's for confidence and good luck. It’s tiger eye with something else, I don’t remember. Julita gave it to me before my first audition,” I say as I grab his left wrist. “Besides, my arm is too full now with your bracelet as well.”
“I can’t accept that.”
“You can. And you will.” I put the bracelet on and then frame his face. “I already got lucky. It gave me you.”
“Look who’s corny now,” he rasps, bending forward to kiss me again. “Thanks, babe. For luck, that is. Confidence, I have enough. Maybe that bracelet is the reason you’re so arrogant all the time?” he jokes.
I snicker against his mouth. “Yeah? Then I guess it’s a good thing it’s off me now.” I poke him in the side. “Ready to get your other Christmas gift now?”
“My other what?”
“Your song. Get up. Get cleaned.” I push him off me. He stands up, and I put my underwear back on as he disappears in his bathroom.
“What are we doing?” he asks as he comes back. Dude has his own private bathroom here.
I give him a broad grin before opening his bedroom door. “We’re using your parents' piano.”
