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The Crown Princess of Charming - part 2

Welcome to Charming - its name says it all. Cat needed a fresh start; and though she hadn’t planned on that being in the arms of the crown prince of this little town’s bikerclub - that was what happened. This Charming CA would either be the death of her - or a whole new life.

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The following Monday, I got up early; excited for my new job – and admittedly still reeling from the night I’d had at the clubhouse with Jax. He’d texted me before I even got back to motel; and when I looked at my phone in my room, I blushed. - thanks for coming tonight. Miss you already – J I’d answered immediately. - I’m sure there are crow-eaters enough at the clubhouse to hold you over ;-) 5 minutes later my phone vibrated. - None of them taste like pancakes. Or have your pretty eyes. I was grinning like an idiot. - Goodnight, Jackson :-) - Night, babe ;-)

I’d spent the Sunday relaxing and watching bad tv; once in a while answering a text from Jax. They were mostly just thinking of you, messages; a few of them with raunchy subtext – but they kept the fire in my belly burning.

This morning I put on my favorite knee-length summer dress. Even though it was October; California was still hot; and the dress was cool enough to make the heat bearable; but still conservative enough for work. I decided to leave the top button undone. Now shame in flaunting the ladies, I smiled to myself. My necklace on, and a light makeup – and I was off.

My “new” chevy ran like a dream, and I arrived to my first workday in style – if you consider classic cars and dog-smell, style. My new coworkers were all friendly; and there was a bouquet of pink roses on my desk when I walked into my class-room. There was no card attached.

Last period was 6’th grade English. During roll-call, I noticed Opie’s daughter – Ellie – at the back of the room. I sent her a knowing smile; and her lip twitched in response. She seemed shy. After 45 minutes of analyzing The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe; class was dismissed. Ellie walked up to me, once all the other kids had left the room.

“Miss Rose?”, she said quietly. “What’s up, Ellie?”, I smiled. “Lyla wants to know if you can come over for coffee tomorrow”, the girl said. “Tell her I’d love to. At your house?”. Ellie nodded. “Lyla’s kind of my stepmom”, she muttered. “She’s nice”, I smiled. Ellie smiled. “Yeah, I think so”. I packed up my things to finish for the day. “So, after school tomorrow?”, I asked. Ellie nodded. “I’ll give you a ride home then”, I said. “You can show me the way”. The girl grinned at me.

As I left my classroom, I was met by by the principal. “Mr. Thoms!”, I said. “Please, Catherine, call me Ray”, the man smiled. “Ray”, I grinned. “I just stopped by to see how your first day went”, the man said. “It’s been great. The kids are amazing; and you’ve all been so welcoming. Thanks for the flowers on my desk!”. Ray looked in to my classroom. “They’re lovely, but I don’t think we got you any flowers”, he smiled awkwardly. “Oh… must have been some of the kids”, I said. “Must have”, the principal answered. “Well; once again, welcome. I think you’ll be a good addition to the staff. I know there was an issue with your records, though…”. I flushed red. “Yes. I… there was a misunderstanding at my old school”, I said. “I promise you won’t have any problems with me, sir”. Ray nodded, and clenched his jaw. “I’m sure we won’t… nevertheless; I’m afraid you’ll have to do regular drug-testing”, he said. “I’m sorry, Catherine, but it’s out of my hands”. I nodded. “I understand. I’ll do whatever’s necessary”, I said. “But I must admit I’m confused. I thought those accusations were erased from my records”. Ray shrugged. “I received an addition to them l this morning. I was told they’d been forgotten in the transfer”. I frowned.

Ray shook my hand; and smiled. “Don’t worry. We all have our pasts to deal with. It’s the teacher you are now that matters”. He walked to his office; and left me behind – deeply confused; and extremely frustrated.

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The next day I had coffee with Lyla at Opie’s house. He had left on some club business, the night before.

“Is it hard to just sit here, and not know when he’ll be home?”, I asked, sipping at the perfect cup of caffeine she’d made. “This is good!”, I added. “Thanks. I used to work at a coffee-shop before I went into the business”. She didn’t mention what that business was. She continued. “It is hard, but I know his brothers have his back”. I frowned. “Why do they need to have each other’s backs? Lyla sighed. “What they do… it’s not always legal”. I nodded solemnly. “What about TM?”. She shook her head. “Being a mechanic doesn’t exactly pay well”, she smiled. “They do have the studio going for them”. “What studio?” “Cara Cara”, she said quietly. “Porn. It’s where I work”. I almost choked on my coffee. “I knew I recognized you”, I smiled. She seemed uncomfortable for a second. “I love your work”, I added. Lyla chuckled. “I didn’t think you’d be a fan of porn”, she grinned. “I have the internet”, I laughed. “But I’ll stay away from your movies from now on. It’d be weird, seeing as you’re Ellies stepmom”.

We laughed for a while. “You heard from Jax since the party?”, she asked. I nodded. “We talk… He texted me this morning. Just a hello”. She smirked. “He likes you”. “He doesn’t know me”, I muttered. “He knows enough, I think”, she replied. “I haven’t seen him like this before. He’s usually a one-night kind of guy”. I bit my lip nervously. “We didn’t…”, I muttered. She put her hand on top of mine. “Still… he’s different around you”, she said. “Softer”. “I’d hope not”, I smirked. Lyla widened her eyes at me and chuckled. “Slut!”, she giggled. I shrugged.

Finishing our coffee, and saying goodbye to the kids – lending Ellie my copy of Coraline – I left Opie’s house, and walked over to my car. I could have sworn that I locked it, but it was open when I got there. “Weird”, I muttered to myself; but it was old, and I figured something was wrong with the locks. I’d have TM take a look at it.

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Once at the garage, I was met by Gemma, who was carrying Abel on her hip. “Hey, sweetheart”, she smiled. “Chevy treating you ok?”. I smiled and nodded. “Yeah, but I think something’s wrong with the locks. I locked it, but it was open when I got back”. Gemma frowned. “That sounds weird… let the guys take a look at it”, she said. “Coffee?”. “I just got here from coffee with Lyla”, I said. “Still amped on caffeine”. Gemma chuckled. “Well, this little guy kept me up all night”, she said, and bounced Abel on her arm. “So I’m having a cup. Follow me”.

Gemma told one of the guys in the garage to look at my locks, and we walked into her office. “Could you take him?”, she said; and lifted Abel of her hip; handing him to me. “Uhm… yeah”, I said; taking the baby in my arms. “Hey little man!”, I smiled at the beautiful boy.

Gemma nearly downed a full mug off coffee in one go. “Wow; he did keep you up”, I laughed. “He’s like his dad – always at it at all hours of the day”, Gemma grinned. I frowned, and sat down on the little couch; still holding Abel in my arms. “Doesn’t he live with Jackson?”, I asked. Gemma nodded. “I take him when the guys need to do some work”, she said. “Jax’ll be back in a little while. Probably having had less sleep than me”.

Abel began fussing; and I shushed him, kissing his forehead. “You better get used to that, if you’re sticking around”, Gemma said earnestly. “I… don’t know what… it’s new”. Gemma nodded; and looked at me softly bouncing Abel on my arm; holding him against my shoulder. “You’re good with him”, she said. “Who?”, I smirked. “Both of them”, she said. “Keep it up”.

We talked about this and that for a while – Gemma letting me in on the story with Jax’s father, and how he’d passed away from a motorcycle accident. She seemed sad about the loss; but made it clear she was happy with Clay. “He’s as stubborn as an ass; but I’m even more so”, she smiled proudly. “He started the club with JT – Jackson’s father”. “And now Jax is the VP”, I said; feeling Abel fall asleep in my arms. “Yeah”, she smiled. “I guess that’s how it goes”. I nodded.

A bearded mechanic stepped in to the office. “Gem’; I can’t find anything wrong with the lock. Are you sure you locked it, miss?”, he said to me. I frowned. “Must have turned the key the wrong way…”, I said. Gemma narrowed her eyes at me. “It’s been a long couple of days, huh?”, she said. “Day’s. Weeks. Months…”, I chuckled, and handed back Abel to her. He was fully asleep. “I’m gonna take off. What do I owe you?”. “Not a thing”, Gemma smiled. “See you later, Cat”. I nodded. “See you”.

I drove back to my motel room, and made myself a light dinner; exhaustion taking over me in spite of the coffee Lyla had made. I went to sleep early; hearing motorcycles driving down the street outside.

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I woke up to my phone ringing. “Hello?”, I rasped. “Hey, Cat”. I could practically hear Jax’s smile through the phone. “Hi”, I answered. “What’s up? What time is it?”. “7 am. I’m outside. Buy you breakfast?”. I stumbled out of bed. “You’re outside?”. He chuckled. “Yeah. Come on. The guy at the reception is giving me the stink eye”. “I’ll be there in 5”, I said. “See you”. He hung up.

I threw on what was cleanest – jeans, tank top and a cardigan – and grabbed my workbag. I decided mascara and eyeliner would have to do today. Jax was just going to have to deal with the dark circles under my eyes. I brushed my teeth, and was out the door.

Jax was leaning against his bike; when I got outside. His eyes lit up when he saw me. “Hey, darlin’!”, he grinned. He put one hand on my waist, and another on my cheek; pulling me in for a light kiss. “You smell nice”. “I call it eau de just got out of bed”, I chuckled. “Hot”, Jax jeered. I made a pfft sound; and took the helmet he handed me.

He drove us to a diner near my school. We got in a booth; Jackson deciding to sit next to me, instead of on the other side of the table. The way he sat was almost protective. He put his arm behind me; and shielded me from the window. “Is something wrong?”, I asked. He frowned. “Nah, it’s nothing”, he said. “Just wanted you close”. He kissed my cheek.

We ordered coffee and waffles; with enough chocolate syrup to feed a small country – Jax’s exact words to the waitress.

“How’ve you been since last time I saw you?”, he asked. “Good. Work’s busy”, I said; trying to look sincere. “Why don’t I believe you?”. He narrowed his eyes at me. I sighed deeply. “They’re making me do mandatory drug testing because of my records”. He frowned. “I thought you got that erased”, he said. “Me too”, I muttered. “It’s fine, though. Ray’s been good about it. I’ll do tests every fortnight for 6 months, then once a month for the rest of the year”.

He took my hand. “I’m sorry, darlin’”, he said quietly, and kissed my knuckles. I smiled. “I’ll be ok”.

Our food arrived not long after; and Jax chowed down as if he hadn’t eaten in days. “Hungry, huh?”, I grinned. “Hell yeah. I haven’t had proper meal since the buffet at my moms party”. I pulled a face. “Aw, man. I missed a buffet…”. “It was good”, he teased. “I get it though. I was coming on a bit strong”. I blushed. “I didn’t mind”, I muttered. He squeezed my thigh. “Good. I’ll keep it up then”. His words sent delightful shivers through my body.

We chatted about our last couple of days; with Jax making an impression of Abels face when he’d tried to feed him mushed peas the night before. “I’m telling you; the kid looked at me like I was trying to poison him!”. I laughed. “At least he’s not pushing peas up his nose, yet”, I grinned. “What?”, Jax laughed. “I had a 6’thgrader do that at lunch on my first day at the school”, I said. “His friends dared him. He got it so far up there, I had to have him do a handstand; as I tried to get it out”. “You’re a hero, babe”, Jax grinned.

We enjoyed the last of our coffee; as Jax put my hand to his lips again. “I know this is still really early; but there’s something here – right?”, he said; looking at me earnestly. I bit my lip. “I think so”, I said. He slid his index finger under my chin, to raise it – and kissed me softly. “I want to give it a shot. I know you’re new in town, but… I dunno”. “What?”, I asked. “This is going to sound like a bad movie; but I think you were meant to come here. I was meant to meet you”. He kissed me again; and stroked my cheek. “I’m not going to pressure you in to anything; I know you’ve had enough of that in your life”.

I sighed, and turned my face to kiss his palm. “When you’re around I feel safe and happy”, I said. “And I really like spending time with you… and your kid”. He smirked. “Yeah, Gemma told me you stopped by TM. Got the little dude to fall asleep within minutes”. “I hope I don’t have the same effect on his dad”, I smirked. “I’m sure you’d be able to keep me up all night”, Jax chuckled. I bit my lip, and blushed.

The waitress came over with our check, and we got on Jax’s bike, so he could drive me to work. We said goodbye with a long kiss – making some kids walking by drop their jaws. “Bye, Cat”, Jax whispered in my ear. He didn’t drive off until I was inside.

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At the end of the school day, Jax had promised to pick me up again. I was waiting in my classroom as promised; when Opie showed up – filling out the doorframe. “Hey, Cat”, he said. “Jax was held up, so I promised to give you a lift home”. I hid my disappointment, and smiled at him. “Thanks, Opie”. “No worries”, he said. “I’m picking up Ellie too”.

We walked down the hall. “How’s she doing?”, Opie asked quietly. “Ellie?” asked. He nodded. “I haven’t known her any longer than a couple of days”. Opie sighed. “Can you say anything?”.

I bit my lip. “She’s ok, I think. She’s really trying to improve her schoolwork; at least in my class”. “Well, she likes you”, he smiled. “Told me to read that Caroline book to her”. “Coraline, yeah”, I smiled. “It’s a good one”. “Could you find us another one?”, the tall man asked. “We almost finished it already. I know she’s too old for bedtime stories…”. “I’ll look at my collection”, I smiled. “And you’re never too old for bedtime stories”.

Opie stopped me just before the main doors of the building. “I’m worried about her. Kenny too”, he muttered. “They lost their mom. They have every right to be acting out or feeling sad… so do you”, I said. He sent me a crooked smile. “I guess so”. I put my hand on his shoulder. “Look, Opie…”, I began. “From what I’ve been told about your kids… Ellie is a perfectly strong and healthy pre-teen. She’s got a lot to work through; but she’s doing it. It’s not going to be ok tomorrow… but maybe the day after. You know what I’m saying?”. He nodded at me, and smiled again. “Thanks, teach’”. Opie squeezed my hand. “You’re a good one”.

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Opies house was on the way to my motel; so he dropped of his kids with Lyla, before driving me home. He walked me to my door; a move I thought was kind – if a bit overprotective. “Promised Jax”, he smiled shyly. I nodded.

My door was unlocked. My breath hitched a bit, before I stepped inside. On the nightstand stood a vase with a dozen pink roses. I breathed heavily; and grabbed the card attached. - A dozen roses for my Kitty Rose. J.

“Jax ain’t never been much of a poet”, Opie chuckled. “It’s not Jax”, I muttered. “Will you get rid of them for me?”. Opie frowned. “Sure…”, he said. “Is something wrong?”. I shook my head. “No. It’s nothing. Really”. I tried to smile. “I’m just allergic”.

Opie narrowed his eyes, and took the vase. “See you around”, he said. “Put on the security chain, ok?”. I nodded. “Bye”.

As soon as I had put on the chain, I called the motel reception. The woman on duty told me she’d accepted the flowers from a delivery-guy; and that she’d put them in my room herself. She was sure she’d locked the door; and apologized profusely. I thanked her, and hung up. He’s not here, I repeated to myself. He’s not here…

About 15 minutes later, my phone rang. I picked it up hesitantly. “Yes?” “Babe, are you ok?”. Jax’s voice was worried. I exhaled deeply. “Yeah. I’m fine”. Jax wasn’t satisfied with my answer. “Ope said you were out of it”. I didn’t answer. “Cat? Talk to me”. “Flowers”, I said. “H-he sent me flowers”. I could hear him grind his teeth in rage. “Stay there. I’m coming to get you”. “Jax, no”, I said. “I’m fine. He’s not here”. “Cat, I’m not gonna…”. “Stay where you are, Jackson”, I insisted. “Opie said you were in the middle of something. I’ll see you around, ok?”. His voice shifted. “Are you mad at me?”, he asked. “No, Jax… I’m just… It’s been a long day. I need to get some rest”. “Yeah”, he muttered. “Sorry I wasn’t there”. “It’s ok, babe”. I tried to show my smile in my voice. “I know you would have been, if you could”. He sighed. “Yeah, I would”, he said. “Jax, I need to take a nap”. My head was spinning from exhaustion. “Ok. I’ll call tomorrow”. “I’d like that”, I muttered. “Bye”. “Bye…”.

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I got a good morning text shortly after I woke. I was relieved, as I’d been worried, I’d pushed Jax away after our conversation.

- Good morning, beautiful. The kid just puked on my sneakers; and I thought of you. - That’s flattering. Good morning to you! - It was green. I think it’s the peas. Your tits looked amazing in that tank top yesterday. - Try potatoes instead. Thanks. So did yours. - My tits? Yeah, I try. - Have a good day, Jackson ;-) - I will if I get to see you at some point.

I was hoping he’d have time to see me that day – with all his business dealings.

My wish was fulfilled that same afternoon. Ellie was giving me back Coraline; and I lent her Pippi Longstocking. “I know it’s about a 9-yearold; but it’s really good. Give it a chance”. Ellie smiled and thanked me.

“Hey!”, someone said from the door. Jax was smiling brightly at us. “Your dad is outside, Els’”. The girl whispered bye, and walked by Jackson, earning a kiss at the top of her head from her dad’s friend. “See you later, sweetheart”, Jax smiled at the girl.

The lanky biker walked in to my classroom. “Wow”, he said. “It even smells the same”. I chuckled. “Your old classroom?”, I asked. “Yeah”, he smiled. “It hasn’t changed much”.

He walked up to a table in the back; wiping the surface. “Ha!”, he called out in glee. “Even the same desk”. I walked up next to him, and looked at what he was smiling about. Someone – probably Jackson himself – had carved the words Jax SOA into the surface. “Badass”, he chuckled.

I laughed. “So nothing’s changed, huh?”, I smiled. He put his hand on my cheek. “Well, the teacher didn’t look this cute”, he smirked; and leaned in – pecking softly at my lips. Heat went straight to my core; and I shook myself – clearing my throat. “I need to finish up”, I smiled, biting my lips. “Yeah…”, Jax muttered, and slid his other hand around my waist; kissing me again. “I think I remember there being a broom closet down the hall…”. I chuckled. “I’m not getting fired the first week of work!”, I said. He exhaled. “Ok”. He kissed my cheek, and stepped away.

I packed up the rest of my things, and we left the room. Walking down the hall I sent a friendly hello to a coworker. She looked from Jax to me, and smiled knowingly. “You’re pretty famous around here”, I said. “Yeah… I set the bleachers on fire once”, he said, almost proudly. “I’ve set a few fires myself”, I smiled. He looked at me in wonder. “You?”, he chuckled. I looked at him with mock menace. “There are things you don’t know…”. He slid his arm around my shoulder. “I’m sure there are, darlin’”.

Once outside, Jax walked me to my car. I saw Ellie getting into a truck with Opie; and waved at them. Ellie smiled, and waved back, and Opie looked at his daughter with pure love. “He seems nice”, I said. Jax nodded solemnly. “He’s my best friend since we were in diapers. I trust him with my life”. His eyes were earnest and warm.

“Why did you decide to drop by?”, I asked. “I missed your face”, he smiled. “And, I gotta leave town for a few days”. I bit my lip. “Where are you going?”. He shook his head. “Best you don’t know”, he said. “Not everything I do is… auto-parts”. I nodded. “I kind of figured that out on my own”, I muttered. He looked at me nervously. “Is that a problem?”, he asked. I shrugged; not knowing what to say. “You’re not the only one with a past… but I doubt mine is as dark as yours”.

I bit my lip; and he stroked my cheek. “If you want to pull out of this; I get it”. I shook my head. “We just started this”, I said. “Can we just figure it out as we go?”. “Sure”, Jax smiled; and leant in to kiss me again.

Our lips were like made to meet. He nibbled at my top lip, as I suckled at his lower one. He groaned against my mouth. “Shit, Cat”, he breathed. “You’re making it hard to walk away from you”. I smiled; and pecked at his lips once more, before pushing against his chest; forcing him to step back. He squeezed my hip for a second before letting go. “All right”, he said. “I’ll call you, ok?”. I nodded. “When will you be back?”. “Sunday, hopefully”, he said. “See you then?”. “Sure”, I smiled. “Take care”. He raised his chin at me, and grinned. “Always”.

Jax got on his bike, and drove off.

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The next day dragged along. Jax called me in the evening, but sounded very far away, and like he had his mind on other things. “Sorry babe. Things are… busy”. “I get it. Just be careful, and call me tomorrow”. I heard a loud pop; like firework. “I will. Bye”. He hung up.

Saturday; I went to lunch with Lyla. It was good to have a new friend; Lyla was funny and intelligent - and she had the best advice on getting the tastiest caffeine kicks. I didn’t hear from Jackson all day.

He neither called or texted Sunday morning or afternoon either. I was getting nervous that he’d changed his mind; and even more nervous that something had happened to him. Finally – at around 5 pm – my cell rang. I didn’t recognize the number. “Hello?”, I said. “Hey, darlin’”, Jax’s voice sounded. “Hey…”, I answered with relief. “Sorry I didn’t call before. It’s been a day…”. He sounded tired. “Are you ok?”, I muttered. “Yeah, just happy to hear your voice”, he answered. “I’ll be back in town at around 8 pm. Is that too late for a drink?”. “What, at the clubhouse?”, I asked. “Yeah”, he said. “I need to drop off some stuff there”. “I’ll be there”. I heard him sigh in relief. It made me smile. “Good… I missed you”, he said. “I’ll see you there”, I smiled. “See you, Cat”. He hung up.

At 8.15 I arrived at TM. I’d walked; hoping for a ride home from my knight on his mechanical steed. Jax was smoking a cigarette on the picnic table where we’d shared our first kiss. He looked tired.

When he saw me, he stood up, and walked over to embrace me. His arms enveloped me; as if he was drawing energy from me. He smelled my hair. “I missed you, dollface”, he muttered; and lifted my chin to kiss me. I pecked his lips softly; putting my hands on his firm, flannel-covered chest. “You’re never gonna settle on a nickname for me, huh?”, I smiled. “How can I, when you’re all the things I call you?”, he smirked; and met lips again. “Let’s get you a drink”.

We walked in to the clubhouse; which was a lot less crowded than the last time I’d been there. In the light of the room, I saw that Jax had a bruise on his cheekbone. “What happened?”, I asked. He shook his head. “Business deal that could have gone better”.

I saw that both Happy and Juice’s faces were bruised; and Chibs was stitching up a wound on Tig’s shoulder. “Jax…”, I said. He took my hand. “Don’t worry about it”, he smiled. “We’re fine”. I sighed. “Is this normal?”. “Lately, more so”, Jackson muttered. “Can we just have that drink now? I want to think about something else”. I nodded.

We had a beer together; Jax’s hand resting on my knee as we sat by the bar. He let his thumb stroke my leg, sending small warm signals to my core. I bit my lip. “Do you need a ride home?”, Jax asked. I noticed the clock nearing 10. “Don’t you have to get home to Abel?”, I said. “Mom’s got him until tomorrow”, he smiled. “Then, yeah. Thanks”, I smiled.

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We drove back to the motel.

Jax walked me to my door, holding my hand all the way. “You gonna be ok?”, he asked softly. “Yeah…”, I said; running my thumb across his jawline. “Do… you want to stay?”. He raised his brows at me. “You know I do, darlin’”, he said. “But, like I said a couple of days ago… I don’t want to push you into doing anything you’ll regret”. I sighed. “I… had a couple of days to think”.

He exhaled deeply and gave me a crooked smile. “If I go in to that room with you, we both know what’s going to happen”. “Would it make you think less of me?”, I asked. “Not at all”, he said honestly. “But you have to be sure, because if I… I don’t think I’ll be able to stop myself”, he chuckled.

“Then come in. And don’t stop”. I grabbed a hold of his cut; and pulled him in for a kiss. He groaned against me. “Shit, babe… what are you doing to me?”, he muttered against my lips. “Nothing good, I hope”, I smirked.

I opened the door, and stepped inside, waiting for him to follow. He bit his lip, and his blue eyes searched mine for a second – before he stepped inside, closing and locking the door behind him.

“Why?”, he asked. “Because whatever I don’t know about you, can’t outweigh what I’ve seen so far. You’re a good guy, and I think…”.

He interrupted my sentence by kissing me; and pulling me flush against his body. “Let me know if you change your mind at any point”. I nodded. “Don’t worry”, I smiled. “Just keep kissing me”. He smiled brightly, and put a hand behind my head; pulling my lips to his again. Our tongues met; and the soft touch of his, sent shivers down my spine. What else can you do with that tongue?

Continuously kissing me; he backed me towards the edge of the bed. I felt it against the back of my knees; and almost fell backwards; Jacksons hand on my back the only thing keeping me standing. He shrugged off his cut; leaving him in his blue flannel and a t-shirt. I ran my hands up his torso; relishing in the sensation of his firmness – and then pushed his shirt down his shoulders, helping him take that off as well.

Jackson grabbed the hem of my top; and pulled it up. I raised my arms in the air, so he could pull it off me. He looked down at my chest. “Yeah… that’s just about the most perfect thing I’ve seen all week”, he smirked. “Just about?”, I teased. “You’re still wearing a bra”, he said. He ran his hands down my sides; stopping at the tattoo on my left rib. “You’re inked”, he smiled. “I’ve got a few”, I answered. “I’ll have to go exploring”, he said; pulling up my hand to his face, kissing the tiny one on the inside of my wrist.

I tugged at his t-shirt; and he pulled it off quickly, leaving his torso bare. Abel was written in intricate lettering on his chest. I stroked my fingers across it, and smiled warmly. He caught my smile with his lips; stroking my arms. “Here’s another”, he said, finding the ink on the back on my arm. “That all?”. “Yeah”, I said. “No, wait. There’s one on my foot”. He pushed me down to sit on the bed; leaving me face to face with the growing bulge on the front of his jeans. “Which foot?”. “Right one”, I smiled.

He crouched down in front of me, and pulled of my right ankle-boot and sock. “Cute”, he said, sliding his index finger over the tiny lettering on my foot. It tickled, and I giggled. “Sorry”, he laughed. “It’s fine”, I said; and pulled his head towards me to kiss me again.

He tugged at my lower lip, and I brushed my fingers down his back. Moving his lips to my neck; I could lean forward and see the large tattoo there. He nibbled gently at my skin; and a rush of blood went to my core; making me moan a little. “Did I find your spot?”, he breathed. “Mhmm…”, I said, biting my lip “I’ll keep that in mind”, he chuckled.

He stood up again; and I hooked my fingers into his waistband. His breath caught, and I felt the fabric twitch from his growing erection. He undid his belt-buckle for me; and I unbuttoned his jeans; tugging at them. He pulled them off; and was now standing in front of me in a pair of white boxers – pitching an impressive tent. I bit my lips in glee; and wrapped my hand around his clothed member. Jackson gasped. “Shit, babe. I’ll let you play with it all you want, but I want you naked first”.

He pushed me to lie down; leaning over me – supporting himself on his elbows – to put his lips to mine. He put a hand on my breast; and kissed and nibbled at the lace on my bra. “Can I take this off?”, he asked; his eyes searching mine. I supported myself on my elbows, and his hands slid behind me – unhooking the unwanted garment. He pulled it off me, and stared at my breasts in wonder. “Wow…”, he said. “That is… something”, he muttered. He pushed my breasts together; and wrapped his lips around my nipple, tugging at it softly. I gasped at the sensation. Sparks flew straight from my nipple to my core, and I mewled in response.

Jax began kissing down my stomach, ending up at the waistband of my jeans. “I guess asking is kind of redundant at this point, huh?”, he smirked up at me; and I grinned at him. He unbuttoned my jeans; and tugged at them; as I lifted my hips, to help him maneuver them off me. Quickly discarding my other boot and sock; he pulled of my pants completely; throwing them behind him. I was now laying before him in nothing but my panties.

He looked me over, and narrowed his eyes. “You said there was no more ink”. His fingers stroked the small tattoo on my thigh. “Woops”, I smirked. “Forgot”. He tsk’d at me. “How am I going to be able to trust you’re not hiding anything else?”, he said; and squeezed the skin around my tattoo; making me jolt from the sweet pain. “There really isn’t”, I laughed. He hooked his fingers into my panties; tugging at them. “Need to be sure…”, he muttered; and pulled my underwear off me; leaving me finally naked. He raised his brows, and smiled crookedly. “That’s… better than a tattoo”. I giggled in response.

Jackson slid his hands up my thighs; letting his fingers rest on my hips – his thumbs stroking my soft curls. He exhaled deeply. “This right here… I could get used to this”, he smiled; and kissed the soft skin just above my pubic hair. His warm breath against my private parts, made me jolt again. He lowered his lips to my folds; and placed a soft kiss on my bud. “Shit”, I mewled. I heard him chuckle; and his tongue flicked against the bundle of nerves – before he gently slid his finger between my labia; stroking up and down. His tongue replaced his finger; taking the same path. I put my hand on his head, grabbing at his hair. “Don’t worry; I’m not going anywhere”, he smiled against me; before continuing his slow assault on my folds.

His finger began tracing the outline of my entrance. I was gasping and moaning. My walls were already throbbing from want. His finger made its way inside me; soon joined by another. Jax flattened his tongue; and licked upwards; before his lips closed around my nub; suckling at it. “Jax…”, I gasped. “Mhmm…?”, he mumbled; not taking his lips away from their target. “Just… more… don’t stop”.

My legs were twitching; and he used his free arm to hold down my hips. I looked down at him; and his eyes were smiling devilishly at me. He suckled a bit harder; and his fingers crooked – pushing at my front wall. “Please…”, I breathed. “Mmm…”, he responded.

The fingers inside me pushed harder and faster; though still carefully. He was trying to figure out what made me tick. His tongue massaged my labia, and he flicked it over my clit, drawing a loud moan from me. My walls clenched around his fingers; and I came undone. I cried out, as I orgasmed against his face. Jax lapped up my juices, and slowed down his movements again, letting me ride out my pleasure.

He looked up at me. “How was that?”, he smiled. “Holy shit”, I gasped, and laughed. My body was trembling; and he climbed up next to me; gently pulling his fingers out of me in the process. He wiped his face and beard of my juices; and kissed me gently. I wrapped my leg around his hip; and ran my hand down his torso; palming his penis. My arms and legs we’re still shaking slightly; and I massaged his bulge. “Do you want…”, I began. “Some other time, babe”, he smiled. “Gives me something to look forward to. Right now; I want to get inside you”. He stood up and pulled down his boxers; making me gawk at the perfect specimen in front of me. “I’m ok with that…”, I smiled, and bit my lip.

I moved back on the bed; so my feet were no longer on the floor. Jackson crawled over me; his hardness poking at my thighs. He stroked my cheek; and I pulled his face down to kiss him; running my tongue across his lower lip. “Careful. This might end sooner than I’d want it to”, he groaned. I chuckled; and took a hold of his penis; guiding it towards my warmth.

Making his tip slick with my juices; I pushed him against my entrance. He slid into me slowly – letting me adjust to his size. “Shit, you’re tight”, he breathed. “Maybe you’re just big”, I moaned. “Keep talking, baby. I’m liking the words coming out your mouth”, he chuckled; pushed into me fully – bottoming out.

We moaned in unison. Jax began moving; grabbing my thigh, to put my leg around his hip. His thrusts were controlled – gentle. My hands on his back; I could feel his muscles working under his skin, as he pulled his body back and forth on top of me. I pulled him towards me; wanting to feel his weight. His chest touching my nipples made me moan.

Jax moved his hand from my thigh to my ass-cheek; digging his fingers into it. “Let me know if I’m too rough”, he panted. “More”, I breathed, and he smiled in response; bottoming out again. “Oh… God!”, I mewled. “It’s just me, babe”, Jackson chuckled. “I’m liking this look on you”. He kissed me deeply; and I ran my nails down his back; feeling his hardness fill me up perfectly.

Jax pulled out of me; leaving me aching for more. “Turn around”, he whispered. I rolled over; and he ran his hand down my back; before squeezing both my cheeks. “Perfect”, he said; and kissed the dimples at the small of my back – before guiding me to get on my knees; chest still on the mattress.

Jax pushed in to me again; hitting that perfect spot his fingers had found before. I cried out in pleasure. “Good or bad?”, he asked. “So good”, I panted. He chuckled behind me; and began thrusting again; putting more force into his movements. “Baby”, he gasped. “You…”. He couldn’t finish the sentence; but continued thrusting.

I was grabbing on to the pillow, and lifting my head – making my back arch for him. “Goddamn”, he moaned. He grasped my butt-cheek again, before giving it a light slap. “More”, I mewled. He laughed, and spanked me harder.

I tightened the muscles in my core; drawing a gasp and a hiss from Jax. “Do it again”, he moaned. I repeated the move. “Shit, babe”, he gasped; and pushed hard into me.

His hand moved from my ass to my front; finding my clit, and stroking it to the rhythm of his thrusts. Soon I didn’t need to clench my muscles on purpose; as he was drawing me nearer to my undoing. I cried out as I came for a second time; clenching hard around Jax’s cock – which made him thrust in to me with relentless want. He was moving towards his own high.

“Shit, Cat. You’re gonna make me…”. He cried out; and came inside me.

I was still clenching around him as he gently pulled himself out, and laid down next to me; sweaty, and with a grin on his face. “Wow”, he panted; and pulled me towards him; kissing my forehead. My body was trembling from the pleasure I’d just felt. “Yeah”, I breathed; trying to control my breath.

Looking down his naked body, his eyes went wide. “Crap. I didn’t ask…”. “The pill”, I said. “And I’m clean”. I smiled. “Me too”, he smirked.

He kissed my lips, and wrapped his arms around me, holding me close. I tried to pull away. “I want to get cleaned up”, I muttered, smiling crookedly. “Let me get it”, he said, and stepped out of the bed, walking naked into the bathroom. “Gotta piss anyway”. “Prince Charming”, I chuckled. He laughed at me, over his shoulder; and closed the door to the bathroom behind him.

I laid on the bed; still panting – when my phone rang in my jeans pocket on the floor. I crawled across the bed to get it. There was no caller id. “Hello?”, I said. “Hi, kitty”, a voice I recognized breathed. My whole body froze. “You can’t call me. My number is unregistered”, I said with bated breath. “Yes, it was hard to track down you down”, the voice said. “But, you know – my job gives me a few perks”. “I don’t want to talk to you…”, I said. “Catherine, listen… I know we’ve had our differences. But let’s move beyond that, ok? Did you get the flowers I sent your school? I sent some to the motel as well, just in case. Congrats on the new job!...”.

I hung up. I heard Jax flush the toilet, and wash his hands. He stepped back into the room with a wet washcloth for me. Seeing my expression, his eyes went dark. “What’s wrong?”, he demanded. I looked at the phone in my hand. “He…”, I began. I started breathing heavily. Jax took the phone from me, looking up the call list. His lips drew back in a snarl. “Was it him?”. I nodded, on the verge of tears.

Jacksons expression softened when he looked at me. He climbed onto the bed; and wrapped his arms around me – holding me impossibly close. “Hey, hey… it’s gonna be ok. He can’t get you here”. “H-he sent flowers to my job”, I stammered. “He knows where I am”. Jax kissed the top of my head. “No more running, baby”, he said. “You’re with me now. You’re safe”.

He gently cleaned me off; and tucked me in. “Will you stay here?”, I said. He smiled warmly. “I’m not going anywhere”, he said quietly; and got under the covers with me – wrapping his body around mine.

After a few minutes of heavy breathing; and Jax running his fingers through my hair – my body relaxed. “You should take a personal day tomorrow”, he said; his baby blues looking deeply into my eyes. “I can’t”, I said. “I just started… I have to go on like everything is normal. It’s the only way I’ll…”. I shook my head; unable to finish my sentence. Jackson sighed; and chewed his lip. “I’ll drive you to work tomorrow”, he said. “I need to stop by my house first; see the kid”. “I don’t have to be at work until 10”, I said. “Good”, he smiled. “Gives me a little more time with you”.

He kissed me softly, and stroked my jaw. I ran a finger over the bruise on his cheekbone. “I like you, Jackson”, I whispered. “I like you too”, he smiled; and put his forehead to mine. “Get some sleep, doll. I’ll be here in the morning”.

I slept better than I had in a long time, that night.

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SERIES: HALLOWEEN BETWEEN MIDNIGHTS

Chapter 3.2

On October 1st, you attend a Halloween party in an abandoned house rented by some friends. As scary as the idea of cult owners is, nothing could have prepared you and BTS(regular people) for the mayhem and terror that follows until October 31st.

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Scowling at the strange inscriptions of geometric form in the wood you stood at the base of, you glared up at Jeongguk’s eager smile at the zany situation from the middle of the ritualistic symbol. The sleeves of his cloak flared out over his hands, the hood nudged improperly atop his head so that bits of his bangs stood up while others smushed against his forehead-- clearly he was enjoying himself, despite the concrete wall behind him with yet another inscription written in, admittedly, a refined script.

Trust in us, whom is you.

Must we do to come true.

You considered the writing to be subpar honestly. If it weren’t for the clean craftsmanship, you would conclude that Taehyung had spent an hour putting that on the wall, but you highly doubted he knew enough about engravings for it to look so orderly.

The man in question, dropped your hand from his hold to wander off to one of the corners, opening some type of chest and digging through its contents.

“Impressive, right?” Jeongguk’s voice held misplaced pride that alluded to him somehow building the room, but you both knew that not to be true, “They really believed in this stuff, huh?”

“Well, yeah.” You looked around, inhaling oxygen dryer than present the story above. Stepping forward as a few others willing to involve themselves in the seance entered in, you avoided placing your feet within the symbol, “Cult, Guk.”

“Yeah, yeah,” He played off the word, believing it to have little more meaning than saying a misguided group of people. “Cult.”

“Want to wear one too, Y/N?” Taehyung’s voice returned to your senses as he dodged around Jeongguk and another person to hold up the black fabric similar to his own, “It’s the only other one we could find.”

“Pass-”

“I’ll wear it,” Seokjin countered in from beside you, enthuse credited for the small giggles of people who clearly only came downstairs as a means to be in the background of his YouTube video. “It’s actually looks kind of nice; the fabric.”

“Gotta be stylish for the demons.” Jeongguk stated absently, thumbs pressing a barrage of text into his phone. “Gets you into the exclusive levels of hell, right?”

“Don’t think that’s what Dante was talking about.”

“Maybe we’ll talk with him tonight to ask-”

You listened in on all the humored and sarcastic chatter around you, wondering shortly why you even began to worry about how Jeongguk and Taehyung were acting. It really was all in good fun to them; the house, the garb, the inscriptions. Neither of them seemed to actually take it more serious than being a theme.

Although you did recall someone else thinking a bit more than that,

“Oh, Tae,” Your thoughts speaking aloud had Taehyung turning from Jeongguk’s phone to look up at you, Jeongguk glancing as well. “Where’s Jimin? He’d be the first one down here, you know?”

“Ah, yeah.” Jeongguk spoke up, his eyes widening at realization. Glancing between each other, Taehyung eventually shrugged, and looked back to you, gesturing for you to come forward with his hand.

“I’m not stepping into this,” Flailing your arms down at the giant inscription of about seven feet in diameter from the the top tip of a diamond design to the bottom, “Thing.”

“Oh come on,” Chuckling at your response, Jeongguk tapped his foot on the space in front of him, once, twice, three times. The dial of the ouija board next to his boot trembled lightly with the force. “It’s not gonna bite.”

“He’s just busy, Y/N,” Taehyung offered, abandoning Jeongguk to appease your statement and meet you outside the inscription. Jeongguk trod along behind him, eyes going back to his phone as he felt a vibration. “He came here with us before everyone else because he wanted to go explore the property.”

“Why are you whispering?” You asked, frowning at his need to keep the information low.

“Well we don’t want everyone going off and looking through the place,” Jeongguk pitched up, equally low in tone, “If anything gets broken, we’d have to pay, you know? Oh--” He smiled to his iPhone, angling the screen for Taehyung to also take a look. Only nodding at whatever he read, Taehyung once again leaned closer to you to remind,

“Remember none of this is real, so don’t get freaked out, okay, hun?”

Although he said that, the way they scampered off and swept out with their arms for everyone to step completely out of the symbols on the ground had you once again finding a hitch in the back of your throat. Seokjin’s cry commentation of the dust in the place and other random points did help to remind you that the level of disconcert among the other students meant nothing serious was about to take place, but as you glanced around again to the few who collected themselves against the wall-- as far as possible, you knew that this type of stuff was eerie.

Beginning in a long rambling about the cult, Taehyung explained meaning behind the wall’s phrasing behind them holding the central idea of what they stood for-- then Jeongguk gut in about how he wrote something similar in a high school English class-- Some parts of the small crowd giggled at the idea. Honestly, you didn’t know much at all about the cult so whatever Taehyung was saying could’ve been made up for the sake of their little performance. Maybe Jimin would have known.

“So this is what you all came for,” Taehyung asserted, crouching to pick up the wooden ouija board and hold it up into the air. A few people around you made dumb comments, and asked under their breath if he bought it from a toy store. “And,” He shrugged, dropping it back to the floor, “Well frankly I think I wasted money buying that, since I got it from Walmart. I doubt the cult wants to communicate through mass production, you know?”

You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms as you watched him slide it with his foot just outside the inscription carved into the floor. Seemed as rehearsed as you expected.

“If there are ghosts,” Jeongguk spoke in, allowing Taehyung to stride away to the tip of the diamond opposite of where you stood. “I’m sure they’d want to chat with us in style, so let’s get on with the real chat, shall we?”

Everyone grew silent as Jeongguk began placing a candle on either of the wide points of the diamond figure, lighting each as he went. As you saw all the other points he could’ve placed candles you grew calmer at the idea that it was just random positioning that he hadn’t studied up on at all. “I guess they like fire? I don’t know, but the movies say so,” He shrugged walking towards Taehyung whom you watched with widening eyes as he pricked a point on his finger to actually use as an offering.

“Gross,” You muttered under your breath, shuddering as Jeongguk collected it in the form of a tissue, now dyed red on an outer edge. And just as unsettled as you began, watching Taehyung immediately stick a colorful bandage around the little appendage had you wanted to chuckle at the ridiculousness. Until Jeongguk’s strides caused him to arrive at your side,

“And what would you like to offer?” He asked holding out a hand, with the outline of a smirk fostering that he hoped would remind you it was all in good, harmless, meaningless, dumb fun.

“Not my blood,” You grimaced, “And why me-” His finger pointed to your placement in the room. Tips of your sneakers just gracing the bottom of the diamond, “I don’t owe the cult anything.”

“So nothing then?” He rephrased, hand moving to take a gentle hold on yours, guiding you just within the lines of the diagram. Wondering if you had anything reasonable to give that you wouldn’t care to lose, you quietly assessed what you’d brought. Definitely not your phone or wallet. The cat tail could be reused in another costume. You could jokingly say your soul, but as jovial as the the seance was becoming, you still felt entirely uncomfortable to utter even the idea. “Yeah. Nothing.”

Smiling at your choice, Jeongguk only shrugged, “Same.” And then he was off to the center of the circle in the middle.

“Okay, so, I’m probably the worst person to lead this since I don’t know anything about demons other than how I act when I don’t get enough sleep,” You listened around at the muffled bits of laughter, recalling the one time you’d woken him up early and knew this statement to be true. “But I took an acting class as a freshman, so I maybe I can pretend well enough to get them to talk to us?”

From the inside of his robe he pulled out a small book with only a small inscription embroidered in that you couldn’t properly see as his hand covered the majority of it. “This book was from the cult-- that’s not a load of crap; we found it cleaning this place up for the party. And, I guess, it was to help guide their rituals. Probably really hard to memorize this stuff, so I get having it written down.” You smiled mustering back laughter at his unamused tone. “Well, anyways, here’s the ritual of communication-- oh,” He tugged on his hood, prompting everyone in the room to laugh at the nonchalant demeanor.

“Siblings of the past,” Jeongguk began, properly saying the words, it seemed, as he went on, “Who are across from us, waiting for us, listening for us; we call out to you.” A small squeal from in the audience caught your attention as you looked toward the candle that Jeongguk had previously set down; now blown out. “Answer us, speak unto us your guidance,” The candles flashed back on, Jeongguk oblivious as he simply spoke out, “Lead us to our calling, lead us down our path. Our path is your path, our path is yours.”

You frowned as the flickering of the candles continued, heartbeat beginning to pick up. They said it was only a joke.

“Siblings of the past,” As he started the chant again, you replayed the words Taehyung said earlier. He wouldn’t lie to you about this being real-- no, you knew it couldn’t be real even if they tried for it to be. None of this was real to begin with, and if Jeon Jeongguk the biggest skeptic on the planet was reading out the chant, even if it were real-- which it was not-- even if it was though, they wouldn’t pop out for him, of all people.

“Our path is yours-”

As the syllable dropped you closed your ears from an eruption of screams as wind blew around the room. The candles flames extinguished again by the magnitude. You could hear the wailing of the air current, and shut your eyes as you just heard a confused mixture of words from everyone around you startled from the change. The only thing that sensibly blew through your ears was Jeongguk’s continuous of the chant, uttered out in the same monotone as he began it in. Wondering how in the hell he didn’t care about the wind, you squinted open an eye to look at him as he simply read along, gaze directed only to the book.

Was he…

“Our path is yours.”

“Woah!” The candles flashed back on as the windows suddenly stopped. Everyone grew quiet, including Jeongguk whose head still stayed in focus of that book. Your mouth opened to speak, but instead you winced, suddenly reaching to take grip on a surge of pain in your shoulder.

“Y/N, are you okay?” An onlooker asked you, somewhere behind you. You bit down on your lip, gripping tighter on the trob you swore beat in the bloodstream along your shoulder, eyes disconnecting from the affliction as you heard your name escape from Jeongguk, quietly.

His stare at you was concerned, the book in his hand taking none of his focus as he stepped forward, “Are you-”

“Taehyung!” Both you and Jeongguk flinched from the exclamation and sudden thump you heard behind Jeongguk. As you tried to adjust your neck to see what was wrong, Jeongguk turned back moving enough for you to both take in the appearance of Taehyung’s body limp face down on the floor.

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artificialqueens · 6 years

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Bellbottom Blue 1/? (Shalaska) - Pickles

Summary: Justin and Aaron both found themselves looking forward to the World’s Most Boring Class. Sarcastic side comments and eyerolls with a cute boy? Yes please. Sure, college was the perfect time to fool around: but what happened when a crush started to turn their tough hearts soft and their logical minds messy?

A/N: This is my first fic for AQ and I’m excited to hear what you guys think of it! This is a College AU where both Sharon and Alaska identify as male. Thank you to @artificial-jazz for being a lovely and encouraging beta. Also, follow me at @aqpickles to chat/scream/cry with me or ask questions!

Every Tuesday and Friday Aaron got chills, but only at 3:15. It was October and the leaves were rising and falling as the wind struggled to catch its breath. College is pointless, remind me why I’m here with these assholes again? College is pointless, but only because I don’t belong here.

Just thirty minutes. Thirty more minutes and then he could get in his car and drive until he drowned out his fear with radio static. He heard his neighbor sigh and glanced over. The dark haired boy was resting his cheek on his hand, his eyelids growing dangerously heavy. At least someone else is as bored as me, Aaron thought, the corner of his mouth twitching with amusement.

“Like I said before, the paper should be a total of 6 pages,” the professor inhaled sharply, a nervous tick she had developed while enduring the same bored looks every day for 27 years. “All text blocks should be written in well-formed English sentences, of course. And please include an emphatic thesis statement in the blueprint.” Dr. Davis moved to turn the lights off and Aaron heard Justin sigh again, this time louder.

“I wish she wouldn’t,” he mumbled, rubbing his eyes.

Aaron wasn’t usually one to engage in friendly banter, but the sleepy boy beside him had been chipping away at his icy exterior for weeks now. Justin had always shown an interest in him, even when all he got in response was one of Aaron’s grumbles or dismissive waves. At some point, Aaron figured he had to cut him some slack.

“Why are you always so tired?” Aaron twirled the pencil between his fingers. It was an old habit he developed in high school, fidgeting with his pocket knife under the bleachers. He found himself admiring the way Justin’s hair started to curl once it grew past his ears, and Aaron wondered what it might feel like to have his hair curl around his fingers. Aaron’s blinked back into focus, realizing Justin had already begun to answer his question.

“But yeah, other than that, just rehearsals for the first play. The director is a fucking perfectionist and she keeps us late every night.” Justin’s green eyes flickered to Aaron, who opened his mouth to reply before being cut off by Dr. Davis.

“As you surely remember, we started talking about Bernini’s sculpture of Saint Teresa last class…” The professor began lecturing, successfully shutting down the conversation. Aaron watched Justin as he started to doodle a large pair of lips in his notebook. He was an artist, too? Suddenly everything made sense. This is why Aaron had no talent. Justin seemed to have it all.

By the end of class, Aaron had only gotten caught staring once. He didn’t even care, more focused on the way Justin’s cheeks blossomed a deep pink whenever their eyes met.

“Have a nice weekend,” Justin whispered while he shoved his notebook into his bag, Aaron already long gone.

—–

Justin was sure Aaron was straight. Why was he sure? Well, he happened to have an unending number of crushes on straight guys. And god, he was drooling over the boy with tired eyes and messy tufts of bleached blonde hair. It was safe to assume this meant he was just another straight boy to add to his list of unrequited loves.

Justin’s type? Unavailable, unreachable, and untouchable.

Of course, during lunch the next day, Justin found himself doing what he always did when he liked someone inconvenient: he made a list. He figured that it shouldn’t be hard to think of things he didn’t like about the quiet boy that sat next to him in Art History.

1. Aaron smelled like cigarette smoke and pine needles.

Justin definitely didn’t find that appealing. He closed out of the Bath and Body Works website, rolling his eyes. What was the point of selling candles if you don’t have one called Smoky Pine?

2. His hair was weird? It was bleached nearly white in blotchy spots. Messy boy.

Justin imagined Aaron struggling to do it by himself in the hall bathroom. He could offer to help him next time, and maybe offer his lips to help him out, too.

“Justin, have you ever wondered if clouds have feelings too?” Katya’s cheerful voice made Justin jump, and he quickly flipped his phone over on the table.

“Kat, don’t you have a class right now?” he asked, eyeing the blond girl while she pulled up a chair to sit with him. Her red lips stretched into a triumphant smile.

“Cancelled.” Katya tilted her head, watching Justin’s nostrils flare in annoyance. “Did something happen?”

“Nothing new.” He bit down on the inside of his cheek, mentally deleting the first two items on his list. He was too far gone to bother pretending. He was fucked. Aaron might as well have been a shooting star and Justin would continue to wish on him, even though he knew a boy with a rebellious streak would never make his dreams come true.

“You’ve gotta tell me who it is, bitch.” Katya leaned in closer, whispering with a wild look in her eyes, “Oh come on! You have to spill the tea, I wanna guzzle every drop of this shit straight into my mouth hole.”

“I’m not ready for you to know yet,” Justin drawled, shoving his phone in his pocket. “I have to go to. Art History.”

“But, I just got here, Brenda!” Katya complained, pouting.

“I’m not skipping my class just to watch you chug another Red Bull.” Justin rolled his eyes, slinging his bag over his shoulder. And I would never miss a chance to see Aaron, he added mentally. He squeezed his friend’s shoulder and headed toward the exit.

—–

Aaron was used to being classified as the bad boy. Playing with knives and skipping classes earned him that title early on in high school. It never bothered him until now. What if Justin thought he was gross? Or worse, what if Justin was scared of him?

He watched the boy slide into the seat beside him. It was 3:15 on the dot. “Hey, I like that jacket.” Justin flashed a toothy grin, watching Aaron look down at his leather jacket. Maybe he didn’t mind the bad boy look after all.

“Ready for another grueling hour of Art History? Maybe if you’re lucky she’ll turn off the lights and you can take another nap.”

Aaron’s latest and greatest sin was a simple one and it was spreading through his bones like poison. He craved the upturn of Justin’s lips, craved Justin’s breath on his skin, and craved Justin’s hand gripped tightly in his. A simple desire: Justin.

“I actually got five hours last night,” Justin bragged, pulling out his notebook and flipping to last week’s doodles.

“Good for you,” Aaron mumbled, annoyed that the professor was already starting her lecture.

Justin was fidgeting with his pen. He was practically a walking, breathing Cosmo article, analyzing Aaron’s every move. His feet are slightly pointed towards me, doesn’t that mean something? Justin’s heart was already taking cliff dives over him. That couldn’t be a good sign.

He’s not even gay, Justin reminded himself. He could be bi. Or pan. Or open to exploring Justin’s ass with his tongue. You never know.

Justin was doodling the same pair of plump lips over and over again. The repetitive motion was helping him block out the lecture. Lips on lips, what a concept. Lips on his neck? Shit. He hadn’t heard the familiar Grindr notification until it went off a second time. He scrambled to turn his sound off. He could have sworn he turned it off when he was walking to class. The brunette glanced at Aaron, wanting to gauge his reaction, when he saw that the blond was swiping through his notifications that were chalked full of Grindr messages.

Well shit, guess he’s not as straight as I thought.

Justin willed himself to speak. A sarcastic comment would be good, something about Aaron being popular. He couldn’t get his lips to move; he was frozen. He averted his eyes as soon as he thought the other boy was about to glance at him, gripping his pen so hard his knuckles lost their color.

“Hey, Aaron do you -” Justin began, frowning as Aaron fled the classroom before he could finish his question. Fuck you, Aaron. He’d spent the whole class trying to work up the goddamn courage to speak to him again. He huffed, shoving his notebook into his bag, and stalked out of the room toward the closest door. He needed fresh air and a glass of wine.

Unfortunately, Justin was hit by a cloud of smoke instead. He spun to face Aaron, who was casually leaning against the brick wall, taking another drag from his cigarette with a smirk.

“Did you need something?”

Aaron’s mocking tone made Justin want to scream. It wasn’t fair. All this time he thought he didn’t have a chance and now Aaron was standing in front of him. They were enveloped in the smell of smoke and he was standing there all cocky like none of this mattered at all. It was like the universe was daring him to be stupid.

“So, you’re popular,” Justin started awkwardly, leaning beside him. Really? That’s the best you’ve got, Justin?

“Uh actually, I’m pretty sure everyone in this goddamn place hates me. Probably how it should be anyways.” Aaron sighed, tucking his phone back into his pocket.

“Your Grindr notifications say otherwise. I’m surprised I haven’t seen you on there before.” Justin tried and failed to keep his tone casual. Fuck, he hated how nervous he was. Aaron didn’t give a fuck about anything and Justin was standing there trembling at the sight of a cigarette between his lips.

Aaron, in reality, felt Justin’s words wrapping neatly around his throat until he saw stars on the edge of his vision. “You saw?” He flicked what was left of his cigarette towards the stairs, shoving his hands into his pockets.

“I did.”

They stared at each other in silence. Justin wanted to laugh until his lungs stopped quaking in fear. Aaron wanted to know how it would feel to drag his tongue across the skin beneath Justin’s ear.

“Well, I’ll see you around?” Justin finally broke the silence, the corner of his mouth twitching.

Aaron scuffed his shoes across the pavement. “Sure,” was all he managed to say, walking past Justin and jogging down the stairs. Justin pulled out his phone, dialing Katya’s number in a panic.

“Ya?” she chirped in his ear while he walked back into the building to take a short cut.

“I’m gonna tell you who it is, but you have to promise not to get involved.” He took the steps two at a time, huffing into the phone.

“Why don’t you let him finish before calling me, Shannon.” Katya teased, cackling when Justin let out a string of curses. “Spill it before the tea boils out of your ears like in those Saturday morning cartoons.”

“You’re going to be so mad,” Justin whined, glancing around him before whispering the name into his phone. Sure enough, Katya’s screaming was loud enough that the girl who passed him in the hall gave him a weird look.

Well, shit. Time to do damage control.

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