Can't Help Who I Fall For

It was later that same day when I found myself in Jack’s bed once more. For a while after we’d admit our love for each other, we’d been downstairs with Mrs. Barakat (I felt awkward calling her that, but I didn’t know what else to say) watching Christmas movies and eating some cookies that she’d made the night before. It was when she said that she was going to retire early for the day that we’d moved back upstairs as well.

For a while, nothing more than gentle kisses and proclamations of love were exchanged. It made my heart beat faster than when he’d first let me see him naked. Hell, it made my heart beat faster than when I’d lost my virginity, and that was saying a lot.

Before long, our kisses started to lose the innocence they’d started out with. It all began with gentle nips to his bottom lip, ones that pulled quiet laughs from his throat, and progressed to where we may as well have just swapped tongues.

Of course, it didn’t even stop there.

“Y’know,” he’d panted as he’d pulled away from my lips. His eyes were darker than usual, his pupils blown wide in the center of his irises. He didn’t falter, except when he’d have to gulp down a bit more oxygen to continue speaking. “It’s kinda cold in here. I heard that you reserve more body heat if you cuddle naked with someone.”

Honestly, I couldn’t have thought of something more hilarious if I’d tried. “Are you trying to be sexy?” I’d asked. Sitting up so that I was straddling his thighs, I looked down to see his cheeks tint a dark pink… which just had me laughing a little harder.

“If you wanted me naked, all you had to do was ask,” I said once I’d gotten over my mini bout of hysterics. Jack grinned up at me, a shy, lopsided one that I found endlessly attractive. Within seconds, that smile was turning into a pout.

“Aren’t you gonna… y’know?” he asked, gaze moving away from my face as he spoke the words.

“Aren’t you gonna ask?” I teased in response. There was a strangled noise of protest that forced its way from the back of my boyfriend’s throat. “Come on, you gotta tell me what you want. I wanna hear you say it. Anything you want, I’ll do it… you just have to ask me. It’s easy, angel. Give it a try. For me?”

Jack’s features softened for a moment before they were twisting with deliberation. “All I gotta do is ask?” he inquired, tone hushed.

A nod. “All you have to do is tell me what you want. I don’t want to do something you’re not ready for. Tell me what you want, where you want it, when you want it, how you want it, and I swear I’ll do it.”

“I wanna—” he began after another few silent moments, only to be cut off his phone blaring a song. All it said was you are nothing but a douche bag on a constant loop. I would’ve laughed at it if I didn’t have an idea of whose ringtone it was.

Jack jumped at first, almost like he was going to push me away to get up and search for his phone, before he relaxed back into his sheets and moved his hands so that his could push the tips of his fingers under the hem of my shirt. Suddenly, he seemed a lot more confident. As soon as the ringtone had stopped chiming, he was sending me a grin and letting his fingers crawl a little higher under my shirt.

“I want you to take off your clothes, and then maybe we could try what we were going to last time. Y’know, before we got interrupted. Or maybe we could try something else, if you want…”

I couldn’t help but send a grin and cock of the eyebrow back when those words passed his lips. “What kinds of things did you have in mind?” I humored. He hummed in faux deliberation as I leaned back down to lay myself completely on top of him, my lips suctioning kisses to his neck.

“I was thinking that maybe we could, y’know… just see where everything goes.” There it was. The hesitance I should have been expecting (yet thought he had gotten over) had made itself known. I knew that he was doing it for two reasons. The first was pretty obvious—he was still new to doing sexual things with another person. The second reason, of course, must’ve had something to do with the panic attack I’d had when he’d tried to jerk me off.

I figured that he would’ve realized that I was okay after the last time we’d been (almost) intimate. We never really got anywhere, sure, but we had gotten pretty damn close. It sort of felt like we were at step one yet again, where we had to try and prove ourselves to each other.

“We can go as far as you want, angel. You just have to tell me what it is that you want.” The bridge of my nose rubbed against his jaw while I waited for his answer.

Jack’s fingers tapped against my sides before he gave a sigh. Without actually saying anything, he was pushing me up into a sitting position once more and running his hands further up my shirt until it could be peeled from my body and tossed to the floor. Then, his hands smoothed down my chest and stomach until he could fiddle with the waistband of my jeans.

It was as the button was popped and the zipper was moved to that his phone began to ring again.

“Maybe you should get that,” I suggested after my boyfriend finished his annoyed groan. “You never know… it might be something important. It must be if they keep calling.”

“It isn’t important enough,” he grumbled. Just like before, as soon as the phone stopped its chiming, it was like the seductive charm had been flipped on once more.

“Someone seems almost a little too confident,” I noted when I felt his hands shove their way between my pants and boxers to grip at my ass. He shrugged at the same time he pulled me forward to lean over him again, our noses almost touching. “You gonna tell me what you did with my boyfriend or am I gonna have to pry it out of you?”

“I just love you,” he whispered, wide eyes glued to mine and almost looking innocent, despite the situation.

“I just love you, too,” I said before attaching our lips in a sweet kiss. We stayed like that for a while, with me laying half-naked on top of him as we exchanged gentle kisses, and like it had no more than twenty minutes prior, things began to get a little out of hand. When Jack resumed struggling with my pants, attempting to push them from my body with me still sitting in them, that I had to pull away. “Seriously, what’s up? Is something wrong? You can talk to me, angel. I’m here to listen.”

“Nothing’s wrong,” he said. “I just… I really wanna just… y’know? Because I love you and I trust you and I wanna do this with you. You make me feel good and safe and wanted, so it’s… I just… I don’t know. I like touching you, too. It makes me feel good, knowing that you wanna be here with me even though I’m inexperienced and stuff.”

“You’re the only one I wanna be with—you know that,” I mumbled, leaning forward to press my face into his neck. Kisses were laid there until, of course, his phone began to sound off for the third time. Even I couldn’t help but sigh. “I love you, and I love being with you like this, but you gotta do something about that. I can’t focus on you if it keeps distracting me. Just answer it, angel. It could be anything. Maybe it’s just a wrong number or something. See who it is and what they want, then we can get back to this.”

To emphasize my point (and motivate him just a little bit) I rolled our hips together before sitting up and moving to lay next to him on his bed.

“I can guarantee it’s nothing important,” he muttered, but he did climb from the bed in search of his phone. Somehow, it had ended up on the floor, almost under the bed and covered by my discarded shirt. He sighed when he picked it up, and a glance was sent my way. He looked pleading as he said, “Do I really have to answer it?”

“You do,” I said with a nod toward the device in his hands. “I promise that it won’t be anything as bad as you think it is. If it is bad, I give you permission to hang up and turn off the phone and then I’ll distract you until you can’t even remember where you are or what your name is.”

A faux glare was sent my way, to which I responded with as seductive a grin as I could manage, before he was answering the phone and lifting it to his ear.

I watched on in silence as a gruff, “Hello,” was grumbled down the line. I could hear someone speaking on the other end, but there words were indistinguishable because of the distance. Jack began to pace back and forth beside his bed as he listened to whatever was being said.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” he said, tone becoming harsh and raising in pitch. “No, you know what? You can’t just do everything that you did and then expect to come back and apologize to either of us like nothing happened. The real world doesn’t work like that. I guess you’re really not too familiar with how people react to things like that, huh? You think that you can just fucking run o—I’ll say fucking if I want to fucking say fucking! That’s not the fucking point! The point is that you ran off with some cheap fucking slut—she knew damn well that you were married! That makes her a slut! You’re both good-for-nothing, cheap, disgusting whores, and I don’t—no, I don’t want to meet her! Who the hell do you think you are?”

“Angel, hey, maybe you should—” I tried, reaching out to hook my pointer finger in the waistband of his pants to get his attention. He stopped to glare at me again, but that time it wasn’t playfully fake.

“Now’s not the time, Alex,” he hissed, moving the phone away from the side of his head as he spoke before he was back to yelling down the line. “I don’t want to talk to you, I don’t want to see you, and I don’t want to meet your whore mistress. I want you out of my life, and I want you out of mom’s life. If you have to, come get your shit, but you better bring divorce papers with you. I want a name-change, too. I don’t want to have anything to do with you.”

He hung up with that, not even waiting for a response. Jack was still pacing back and forth around the room, visibly tense and shaking. When his eyes finally landed on me once more, he paused, as though he had forgotten that I was even there.

Then, everything was set into motion. His phone was tossed onto his nightstand a little less carefully than it should’ve been and he hastily climbed into my lap, his lips pressing against mine harshly. I kissed back, not knowing what to do. I had said I would distract him, after all.

Notes

thinkin ima update daddy next maybe?? or move smth else from mibba to here?? idk yet