Sit Back, Gotta Catch My Breath

My eyelids fluttered open and I looked around the room. I wondered where I was for a second. That is, until I shifted, causing my ass and back to hurt more than they should. Memories from last night flooded my mind and I giggled to myself. Yeah, I was going to be sore for a while.
The smile disappeared from my face when I realized I was missing something. I looked to my right, and then my left, but there was no sign of Jack. Where could he be? I wanted to get up and look for him, but I was in too much pain to move.
I just laid there for a couple minutes, just wondering where Jack was, when he came downstairs in nothing but his sweatpants. I smiled at the sighed, and my smile grew when I saw he had something that sparked my interest.
Food.
He smiled back at me before joining me on the bed. "I made you breakfast in bed," he said, "But you have to sit up to eat it..." He bit his lip, obviously knowing how much pain I was in.
I nodded to him and, despite the throbbing in my backside, sat up. He placed the tray on my lap and I looked at all the food. He made me french toast and scrambled eggs with a glass of orange juice. Yummy! I smiled at him before digging into the delicious food. God, it was so good.
"Wow. Hungry much?" Jack laughed as he watched me eat.
I nodded, not even pausing to answer with my vocal chords. I was hungry.Starving, actually. And, besides, I only ate like this when I was at Jack's house. It was like a treat for me for eating so well everywhere else. That, and Jack was an amazing cook.
I finished all the food and the orange juice in about ten minutes and then burped. We both laughed before Jack took the tray and ran it upstairs. He returned downstairs and joined me in bed once again. I scooted over to him and snuggled into his bare chest. He may have been really super skinny, but he was somehow the most comfortable pillow in the history of ever.
We sat there in silence for a long while before I spoke up, asking a question that had been burning inside me for a while. "Jacky?"
He looked down at me. "Hm?"
I sighed. "H-How were you able to forgive me so easily?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean... I cheated on you... And yet, you forgave me almost instantly. How were you able to do that?"
He sighed. "Because I knew that you didn't want to. I knew that you really felt bad about it. And I understood."
I nodded. "So... it doesn't bug you? Like, at all?"
He was silent for a moment before he answered. "Did you brush your teeth afterwards?"
"When I got home. Like, a million and one times."
He smiled. "Then no. It doesn't bug me."
I smiled back at him before snuggling even closer. How did I get so lucky? I mean, Jack was such a great guy and he was so understanding. And, on top of all that, he was amazing in bed... I mean, what?
I smiled to myself as thoughts of every single little detail that I loved about Jack raced through my mind. He really was the most perfect boyfriend ever.
"What are you smiling about?" Jack asked, pulling me out of my thoughts.
"Hm? Oh, nothing. Just thinking."
"About what?"
I shook my head. "Just stuff."
Jack rolled his eyes. "Whatever. You are so weird sometimes."
I gave him a cheesy grin before returning to my thoughts. Thinking about Jack was definitely one of my favorite pass-times.
Once again, Jack broke the silence. "Okay, not that this isn't great, but I kinda wanna watch a movie or something. What do you say?"
I looked up at him and nodded. "Yeah, but..."
His eyebrows pulled together. "What's wrong?"
I bit my lip, holding back a slight smile. "I just told you. Butt."
Jack seemed to think about it for a minute before finally laughing. "I can carry you to the couch. Don't worry. Just get some boxers on or something."
I felt a blush creep across my face. How did I not realize that I was still naked? Jack got out of the bed and tossed me a pair of clean boxers out of his underwear drawer. I slid them on as easy as I could before Jack picked me up bridal-style and carried me over to the couch, where we cuddled up under another blaket as he started searching through Netflix.
Eventually, he found what he was looking for. And what on earth would Jack Barakat pick to watch other the the one and only 'Home Alone'.
We've been together for quite some time, now, and I still couldn't figure out his fascination with this movie. But it made him happy, which made me happy. I absolutely loved seeing him grin as wide as he did and listening to him quote every single line in the movie. This movie always brought him pure joy, and that made my heart feel all warm and fuzzy (cliche, I know).
And, another reason I put up with watching this movie every time I came over is because he puts up with watching 'Peter Pan' every time he comes over to my house. We each had our favorite movie. Sue us.
I smiled to myself as Jack began quoting the movie and giggling (and Jack doesn't giggle much, but he did a lot whenever he watched this movie). I really did miss this for the short time that we were seperated. These are the times that I cherish the most. Not the sex or the dates. Just the time we get to spend together just doing normal things like watching movies because it showed me that, even though two people might be dating, it's not true love unless you can be best friends, too.
And that thought alone made me the happiest person on the planet.

Notes

Just a little bit of fluff for you guys.
I know I say this a lot, but: Thank you so much for reading this. It really does mean a lot. I love you all so much.

-Ryan

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