Third Times A Charm

Jack

I was straddling Alex, carefully sucking on his neck. I had missed him, more than I can put to words. I was running my hand up his side as I placed gentle kisses on his neck. I couldn't decide what my favorite part of him was to kiss, just all of him felt amazing against me. It was something I couldn't describe, it was more important to me than the very air I was breathing because it was like as long as I had Alex I could breathe without oxygen.

"Jay, is now really the right time," he asked softly.

"If you don't want to that's fine," I said just as soft, my lips brushing his.

He leaned up quickly, connecting our lips. He softly pushed me off of him and practically climbed into my lap. He laid his head on my shoulder and stared up at me, grabbing my hand with his. He ran his thumb softly over my knuckles before softly pecking my lips again.

"Do you know how much I love you? I love you more than I could put to words. More than I could ever explain because words can't begin to describe any of it. I love you to heaven and back," he whispered softly.

"I've put you through hell so why are you giving me heaven," I asked.

"Because you're trying. It's only fair."

"You're gonna have a killer hickie tomorrow."

He pulled out his phone to use the camera to admire his neck. He rubbed the mark I had been making on his neck and sighed. He lovingly slapped my chest as a laugh escaped his lips softly.

"Becca is never gonna let me hear the end of this once she sees it," he muttered.

"I can give you more if you want," I said, absentmindedly.

A faint smirk stretched across his face with a matching gleam in his eyes. I couldn't help but smile at him. I stood up and he jumped up, wrapping his legs around my waist. He pressed a tender kiss to my lips. I kissed him back, his lips were more addicting than anything else.

"Maybe now is a better time then I was thinking," he said, tangling his hands in my hands.

I kissed him softly before climbing up the stairs carefully with the one I loved. I was thinking back to when I had seen him for the first time after college and how I had been telling myself that I didn't love him. That I was better without him. I hadn't been, I had merely been a shell of a man, empty. He gave me purpose and he gave me everything that I had needed. I couldn't help but wonder, when he found out about what happened with me on tour, did he go back to that bar where we had met again? Did he use the poison to kill his demons much like I had done for so long?

Notes

Sorry this is kind of short, I have class soon but I had a huge break because I missed three classes due to a performance today which was a lot of fun. Merely doing that, it was an informational kind of performance thing to get children interested in music and playing instruments, made me remember why I wanted to get a degree in music.

I might update again on Saturday when I have time, but I can promise that there will be no update tomorrow seeing as I'm driving back home for the weekend tomorrow.

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- Jess