If I could name Jack and I’s relationship, it would be whiplash.

One second he was so cruel and awful and the next he was so gentle, it was as if I were made of spun sugar.

I was upset with him for being so horrible to get me to hate him, however I could see his point… That doesn’t mean I had to like it though.

But since his plan hadn’t worked and we didn’t hate each other, I knew, as did he, that there was only one way to keep Hell standing. But I didn’t want to think about it, I didn’t want to even acknowledge it. So I pushed it away as he and I walked hand in hand through the plane and out into the airport.

He hailed a taxi and told the driver to go to a hotel called “Four Seasons” which I understood to be the most expensive hotel in New York.

He and I walked into a grand lobby. The maroon velvet chairs, couches, and mahogany coffee tables stood atop a giant, intricate rug. The room was lit by a crystal chandelier which gave the room a soft, warm glow and the lady at the front desk was wearing a maroon jacket which matched the furniture.

Jack told her his last name and she immediately handed him a gold key card. He led me to the elevator and when the doors opened, my jaw dropped. The third wall facing the city, was made of glass. As we rose, the city below got smaller and smaller and the sky grew larger and larger. I could see the sun beginning to set.

We rose to the motherfucking seventy-third floor. I’m not exaggerating.

“We get the penthouse.” He grinned as he led me through the hallway.

When he unlocked the door, my breath vanished.

A stone fireplace was to the left and a glass coffee table stood before it on top of a white fuzzy rug. The white couch behind it had temperature control. That’s right. You could heat up the couch (or cool it down). Straight ahead was a raised platform which held another glass table before a floor-to-ceiling window which showed the New York skyline. To the right was the master bedroom with a king sized bed made of memory foam and covered in the softest sheets and blankets I’d ever felt. This room also had a floor-to-ceiling window but we were so high up that no one would be able to see in so we could leave the sliding blinds open all the time. It had a massive flatscreen tv as well as another white couch. The bathroom had a huge shower with two shower heads and glass shower doors. The two sinks were before a big mirror that reflected the view from the floor-to-ceiling window in the bathroom.

“Wow.” I whispered, slowly walking over to the glass in the bedroom as Jack and I watched the sun disappear behind the skyscrapers.

I barely heard the knock at the door and before I knew it, Jack had returned to the room with our bags in his hands. I heard him drop them to the floor and bring his arms around my body, placing an innocent kiss on my neck.

“Let’s go to bed?” He asked.

I sleepily nodded and let him walk me through undressing down to my boxers.

I fell asleep in the softest bed I’d ever been in with Jack holding me and honestly, if I could’ve just lived in that moment forever, I would’ve.

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I squinted at the light and felt something soft pressing against my cheek. I opened my eyes to see Jack pulling back.

“Hi.” He murmured.
“Hi.” I replied back, my voice horse from sleep as I leaned up and placed a soft kiss on his lips.

He deepened the kiss but still kept it soft, his hands roaming my body and my nerves setting fire at his every touch. I hummed contently when he started fingering the waistband of my boxers. I nodded slightly, giving him permission and he kissed back harder as his hand disappeared beneath the waistband. I gasped when he took me in his hand and started stroking.

“B-baby.” I whispered, breaking the kiss.

He silenced me with his lips. His hand would tighten every time he came to the head which put me on edge. I heard the sound of a drawer being opened and closed to my left as Jack’s teeth encased my lip. The sound of a cap being popped open sounded and before I knew it, two fingers were in me, curling. I gasped and Jack stifled my inhale with his lips but that was okay.
All I needed was his lips on mine. His fingertips brushed that spot inside which caused me to the throw my head back with a guttural moan.

“J-Jack please, p-please.” I whimpered because his fingers were just barely brushing that spot and I needed more.

If he just moved his fingers one fucking inch forward-

“Shit.” I half whispered-half moaned as my back arched.

Chills erupted all over my body and I grabbed his hair at the back of his neck. His fingers shifted and I grabbed the pillow and buried half my face in it which allowed me to bite the fabric to stifle my whimpers and pants.

“Fuck Jack, s-stop I’m re-ready.” I panted.

He nodded and removed his fingers, I was disappointed at the loss of contact but I knew it would be better soon. He gasped as he stroked himself to cover his dick with lube and I realized that tis was the first time we’d ever used lube. Normally it was just spit. I wondered why he was using it this time but I didn’t have to ponder it for long because before I knew it, his member was against my entrance.

“You sure?” He checked.

I smiled because this was the first time Jack had asked me if I was okay with having sex. It made me feel safe to know that if I didn’t want to do this, I didn’t have to. I had a choice and he wanted to make sure I was alright with doing this.

I kissed him very softly before whispering,

“Yes.”

He licked his lips and pushed in, us groaning in unison. Once he bottomed out, he pressed his body as close as he could to mine. We could feel each other’s every shake. My breathing was shallow and unsteady as be began to move his hips in small, slow circles. My nails dug into his shoulders leaving small crescent indentations at the burn as well as the electricity swimming in my lower abdomen.

“J-Jack pl-please, fas-ster.” I choked.

He hummed and kissed my jaw, picking up the pace at bit. He nipped and sucked on my neck, covering the purple bruises from violence with bruises of passion.

That moment is what I imagined making love to be like. We weren’t fucking. This wasn’t animalistic in it’s way to try and get as much of each other as we could out of greed and want, this was love. That moment right there made me feel safe and loved and beautiful and precious. Because we weren’t just consuming each other as quickly as possible, we were savoring each other. We were taking in every detail of this moment like how the wisps of hair that stuck out away from the rest reflected the light of the rising sun over the skyline, or how his lips were red and swollen from how I’d been biting his lip as he fingered me, or how the soft sheets were nothing compared to the way his skin felt on mine.

My breath left me when he looked down at me, not in lust, but in affection. His soft, caring eyes glued to mine as he inched both of us closer and closer to ecstasy.

“J-Jay I’m-“ I gasped.
“Whenever you’re ready.” He murmured, kissing my forehead as his voice trembled, signaling that he was close too.

I felt the wall about to hit me and I took a deep breath and braced myself. I squeezed his arms which were on either side of my head and I let out a back-arching moan. I knew he’d released too by the way his hips stuttered. My breath came out in short gasps as my body slightly convulsed. Electricity seared under my skin in white hot balls.

After my body had calmed down, I opened my eyes to find Jack chastely kissing my neck, chest, cheek, forehead and really any inch of skin visible.

“Jack.” I giggled, gently pushing him off.

He smiled and placed his hand on my hip, tilting me close so he could plant one last kiss on my lips before getting up and only putting sweatpants on. He left the room and before long I smelled something in the kitchen. I closed my eyes and smiled, biting my lips before jumping up and putting on a similar garment before following him, noticing a mirror along the way and smirking at the purple stains all over my neck.

He stood over the stove, his toned back muscles prominent as he moved his arms while cooking. I quietly sighed in contentment and sat at the table and watched him.

“That’s kinda weird you know.” He said after a few minutes but I could hear the smile in his voice.
“You’re kinda weird you know.” I replied.
“Oh nice, how long did it take for you to come up with that one?” He asked sarcastically as he turned around with two plates in hand.

He placed one of them in front of me and sat in the chair to my right. It was an egg white omelette folded in half with red and green bell peppers inside and a bit of cheese and then another sprinkle of cheese on top.

“This has to be the gayest thing you’ve ever done.” I laughed.
“Um excuse me,I’m bi. I’m half gay. Therefore, breakfast is half gay.”
“Could’ve fooled me.” I scoffed.

I took a bite and I swear to fuck.

That half gay omelet was the best thing I’d ever tasted.

Notes

title cred: Kiss Me - Ed Sheeran

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