So, I had gotten Jack to go to the Super Bowl since both Tay and Lisa were coming over to stay with me. It was pretty awkward in the beginning, to say the least. No, not the ‘girl’s weekend’, as Lisa called it, that I had, but the part before that. You see, since I had promised Tay that I would pick her up at the airport, I told Jack that I’d bring him there. He had to be there just half an hour before Tay arrived, so it just made sense to me. But, you see, Jack had promised to give Alex a ride to the airport. So, me being me, I offered to take him as well.

You can probably guess how that went. Not all too well. First of all, Jack hadn’t given him the heads up causing him to be very shocked to see me. Then, the greetings weren't very easy either. Apparently, Alex didn’t know anything about Jack going out to find me, let alone that we were back together. When Jack told him that it was my idea that they go together rather than me going with them, it actually made things worse. He thought that I was just trying to push Jack away, but then I told him that ‘my medication could still cause bad side effects’ and that ‘we didn’t want me having an anxiety attack in the middle of the crowds’. So, that got him to shut up despite him not knowing what was wrong with me, but he continued to give me glares through the rearview mirror since he had to sit in the back.

Tay and Lisa were great, though. We just watched a butt-load of sappy rom-coms and just had a very long extended sleepover. Eventually, Lisa brought up the subject of the guy she saw me with, and I told her about Colton, which then led to me wanting to try to set him up with Tay. Of course, Tay said no when I first voiced my idea, but I was still going to try it sneakily. However, that conversation reminded me that I still had to tell my mom about me and Jack getting back together. It started with me sending a simple text and it turned into my mom going crazy over the phone (only in the good way and asking me if it really was what I wanted and telling me if it made me happy that then it was the right choice). Then it went even further with Jack’s mom calling me because my mom told her. Joyce didn’t know a thing about me breaking up with Jack and so wanted to know the whole story. But that wasn’t the end, because it escalated to May calling me as well wanting to know all the details.

It just turned into this whole gossip cycle. I really didn’t think it was that much of a big deal, but others thought differently. I just hoped it would get out of my close family circle (which included Jack’s parents and siblings), and really hoped that it would spread to the fans.

However, that had passed and Jack was back now. Actually, it was the day before I went on my first tour ever. The next day, we were going to by flying to Oregon so we could start tour in two days. It was nerve wracking and I did feel weird being the one to leave Jack, but he did nothing but support it all. In contrast to him, I actually started packing my bag almost a week before. I didn’t want to risk not being able to bring the clothes I wanted and this way I could always add something if I was reminded of it over the course of those days. But this specific day was the day I was going to practically have everything in it and close it.

“I think you’re all set.” Jack breathed out as he stood up from his sitting position on the floor. I had forced him to look through my bags to see if there was anything that I had forgotten to bring, just like Cam had done when I went to visit Jack for the very first time. “That is if you remember to put your toothbrush and phone charger in tomorrow.”

“Can you help remind me?” I sighed, really afraid that I was going to forget the one thing I couldn’t live without.

“Let’s be honest here,” he grinned and walked up to me, wrapping his arms around my shoulder to bring me into a hug, “there’s more chance that I’ll forget to tell you that that you actually forget to bring them.”

“Jack,” I whined, too nervous for his sarcastic jokes. I was going to fly to the other side of the country, live on a tour bus for a month and have to be up on stage nearly every night. All the negative scenarios were already swirling through my mind.

He chuckled. “Ok, ok, calm down. You’re going to do great.”

Groaning, I leaned into his embrace completely before moving my head up so that I was looking up at him with my chin on his chest instead of my face being buried into his shirt. His chest rumbled with laughter again and he looked back down at me, creating major double chin. However, his smirk was still as sexy as ever and I could see exactly what he wanted in that small twinkle in his eyes.

As expected, he closed the vertical distance between us so that he could kiss me. One hand went to my neck for support while the other went to the lower boundary of my waist. I kissed him back with just as much force, letting him lead the way. We hadn’t had sex since the time after I came back from the boat house. I knew exactly what Jack wanted, or practically needed at this point, and I wasn’t exactly stopping him. There was just one problem.

You see, we had tried a couple of times after he came back from the Super Bowl, but it had never led to something. Jack would get turned on in no time, but it was the complete opposite for me. Even when our clothes came off, I couldn’t get into it. Let’s just say that Jack would often take long showers and I would feel like I disappointed him even though he kept telling me that it was ok. I didn’t want him thinking I wasn’t attracted to him, because I was, just not that far yet.

This time, I wanted to try again because I wasn’t going to see him until he came back from the UK/EU tour. That was two more months than the time we had been apart for already. So, I grabbed a handful of his shirt and pulled his body closer to mine so we could have more contact and let my other hand travel to the waistband of his jeans. Letting go of the fabric of his t-shirt, I started pulling at his belt and managed to unbuckle it. That was Jack’s cue to let his hand slowly slip down and squeeze my ass. A shock ran through my body and I wasn’t sure what it meant, but it didn’t feel like the moan I was supposed to let out.

Jack turned us so we were standing at the foot of the bed and he pushed me back so that I fell on the mattress. When I was on my back and pushed myself up a little closer to the pillows, he quickly climbed on top of me and resumed the kissing. I tangled my fingers in his hair and gave it a slight tug, causing him to groan into my mouth. At least I was having the right effect on him. Now I just had to get myself to feel the same way. I was so focused on that, that I didn’t even notice Jack’s tugging on my shirt until he nearly had it pulled over my head.

Maybe less clothing would help a little. I reached out to take his shirt off as well before I would have to interrupt the making out again. With more skin to skin contact, I hoped I would get turned on a little to take this any further, but I just felt like I was giving Jack false hope. It was obvious that everything that had happened had already gotten him excited. So, when he started working on my neck, I had to stop him.

“Jack,” I gasped, my voice lacking any sexual arousal.

“It’s not working, is it?” He mumbled and broke away from my skin, pushing himself up with both his hands so that he could look down at me.

I groaned out in frustration, seeing the disappointment in his eyes. Hell, I didn’t blame him, we weren’t going to see each other for two months after this, the least I could do was give him this! I just wanted to give him what he wanted so badly. We never had any problem like this before, so I had no idea where it was coming from.

“Just… just try again, ok?” I ordered in a soft voice, not wanting this to end the same way it had done the previous times. I was determined to make it work.

Jack looked at me for a while, trying to see if I was being serious. “Are you sure?”

I placed both my hands on his cheeks and nodded, pulling him down to start kissing me again. He quickly fell back into pace and started slowly and subtly grinding against me to give me more friction. I guess it was supposed to work, but it only caused him to emit noises. To help me even further, his fingers started trailing up my thigh that was exposed due to me only wearing pajama shorts. Usually, that touch would have caused me to shiver a beg for him to come even closer. This time, however, nothing.

Jack sighed and rolled off me without me having to say anything. “It’s not your fault.”

I stared up at the ceiling, not sure how to feel about it. At least Jack could sense that I wasn’t into it and didn’t make me do anything I didn’t want to do. “Well, it definitely isn’t yours, so…”

“No, Isle,” I could see him shake his head out of the corner of my eye as he undid the button of his jeans and pulled down the zipper to give himself some more room to breathe, “you can’t do anything about it. We had a fallout, our bond is just a bit less stronger than before, meaning you aren’t sexually attracted to me. Remember, you’re not an over-the-top sexual human being like me.”

“But I am attracted to you.”

“Don’t lie to yourself for my sake.” He turned onto his side to look at me. “It doesn’t make me feel any different towards you. It will come back eventually, but we need to work a bit more on the mental part before we can go to the physical. Maybe not physically seeing each other for a while will help since we have to do everything through communication.”

“Two months is really long, though,” I argued, annoyed with the whole situation. I was supposed to be the one trying to make Jack understand, not the other way around.

“I won’t lie, because it really is, but we’ll only be able to make it up to each other afterward. And I promise I won’t do anything stupid in the meantime. I’ll just annoy the guys with my excessive masturbating.”

“Fine,” I huffed and turned to face him as well before slowly reaching out for the jeans he was still wearing, “but at least let me help you out a little.”

Jack chuckled and sat up, shaking his head at me. “I’ll take care of myself. Trust me, it won’t be any fun for either of us if you aren’t feeling it yourself.”

“Why do you have to be so considerate?” I grumbled and closed my eyes.

“Because I’m nice like that,” he replied and turned back to give me one last sweet kiss on my lips.

However, when I opened my eyes again, I saw his eyes lingering on my boobs as he was standing up. I smirked and acted like I had never taken a peek. “You’re still a perv, though.”

“Of course I am, who would I be if I weren’t?” He winked back.

Notes

I have just written a shitload for this story and managed to finish chapter 22 (which is almost
6000 words long). I just had too many ideas I needed to get down before it was too late. So, I apologize for not updating sooner, because I obviously totally could have done so. This chapter doesn't really make up for it, but that chapter 22 definitely will.