Content warning: this chapter contains descriptive sexual content.

Jake had easily agreed to go along with me, back to mine. 

His friends bid him goodbye, together with all sorts of winks and mock kisses and telling him to use a condom. His face is flushed by the time he gets back. 

I like it when he blushes. I've always liked it. 

And even though I am burning up with anger and frustration because of a corrupt official, I find it in me to compliment him on it. Of course, that causes him to blush even more. "Your freckles look cute when you blush."

"Stop it," he mutters, hiding his red cheeks from me with his hands. It's a shame, really. 

Dante finally makes it out of the locker room, ready to go. He nods at Jake, glancing at me and then cocking his head. I look at Jake, wanting to know what's going on between them. He's as confused as I am, frowning as he tries to understand Dante's motions. 

After a few minutes of silence and all sorts of signs, I sigh. "D, it's better if you just spit it out. It's no secret anymore."

His shoulders slump and he heads to the car, grumbling in silence. "Forget it."

Jake joins my side again, walking closer than I expected him to. "Is he mad?" he whispers, careful so Dante doesn't hear it. 

I grin, shaking my head. "Nah, he's just frustrated he can't manage to say what he wants."

When we're all in the car—me, Jake, Dante, Arabella and Elias—I notice Dante finally asking his question. He's whispering in Jake's ear, making him nod a few times. His answer satisfies Dante, because my roommate smiles and doesn't bother Jake for the rest of the car ride.

I intend on asking Jake right when we exit the car, but Elias swoops in and starts complaining about his back. By the time we're in the living room, I'm seeing red again. 

Shit. Game. Fucking hell.

Jake smiles at something Arabella says, answering her. I can't bring myself to care about being rude to my friends. They'll understand. 

"Alex?" Jake huffs out a laugh in confusion. He can't do more, I'm quite literally dragging him down the hall and to my room. "What's going on?"

I stop in front of my closed door, taking a deep breath. I shouldn't do this, shouldn't bring Jake along in my temper. 

"I—I'm sorry, I'm just really frustrated and I need distraction before I go crazy," I sigh, keeping my eyes closed. I hear him move and feel him release my wrist. 

"I can just go out and find someone so I can release all this pent-up anger with a good fuck. Again, I'm sorry I brought you in this. I'm just so—"

Jake cuts me off. 

Jake cuts me off. 

With his lips on mine. 

My eyes snap open in shock, seeing exactly what I thought I felt. Jake is kissing me. His eyes are closed, his lips pressed against mine and his hands are travelling up to cup my face. I grab his wrist right before he can. 

"What are you doing?"

It didn't mean to sound that harsh; I'm just really confused. I'm not repulsed (only someone with a sick mind would be when Jake kisses you), just merely shocked and befuddled. 

"You need distraction. Instead of fucking some stranger, why don't we make out?"

He makes it sound so reasonable, so logical, as if this is the simplest solution. Except that it isn't. He is Jake, the guy I've already hurt once. I don't want him to be upset with me again. 

"A-are you drunk?"

His beautiful laugh fills the tensed air between us, relaxing my shoulders a little. "No, I'm not drunk. Isn't this what you wanted, back in time?"

I shake my head. "I didn't want sex. I wanted you, in a relationship."

His eyes sparkle in mischief. "Just shut up and make out with me. Talking about the past surely won't help you release your pent-up anger."

He stands on his tiptoes to kiss me again, but I grab his waist (wrong thing to do) and keep him from doing so. "But I thought we were friends?"

His eyes open again, now with less mischief and more need. "If you want to be just friends, say it now. If you don't, shut up and kiss me."

No need to tell me twice. 

I press my lips against his harshly, turning us around so I'm with my back against the door of my bedroom. He gasps against my lips, thinking and being surprised I'm giving him the control. 

Oh, what a surprise he is in for. I finally catch a hold of my doorknob and open it, stumbling inside of my room. Shockingly, I even manage to not fall!

I kick the door closed behind us again, because I'm too busy tugging at Jake's shirt and because it looked cool on TV. But Jake is too dazed too notice anyway.

"Jake," I whisper his name, my voice hoarse. He hums against my lips, not quite ready to let go just yet. Who can blame him?

"I have to lock the door. We can't risk someone coming in and seeing you the way only I can see you, right?"

A shudder goes over his spine as he nods, eyes fluttering when I brush my hand over his cheek. I take a few steps backwards, wanting to look at him, and lock the door in one swift movement. 

Before he knows it, I'm back in front of him and I've tackled him onto the bed. A startled laugh escapes his mouth, a sound I would like to listen all day at any other time. Right now, I swallow it and capture his lips in mine again. 

My hands are on either side of his head, my knees spread out over his. He's completely pinned beneath me, and I feel like there's no other place he'd look as gorgeous in as here. Right here, in my bed, in my arms, at my mercy. 

Why don't I. . . Jake gasps when I part his thighs with my knee, placing it directly against his hardened groin. His eyes open for a part, showing me he's in a haze of lust and absolutely not thinking straight anymore. 

I cover my smile by placing kisses on his neck. The spots that drive him the most crazy, right under his ear and just above his collarbone, are what have him moaning immediately. He tries to muffle it, but I don't allow him. 

"I want to hear you," I warn him, locking both of his wrists in one hand of mine and bringing them above his head. "You keep your hands there, or I'm tying them to the bed. Yes?"

His eyes widen at the mention of that, but he nods like the good boy he is. I place a kiss on top of his nose, making him close his eyes again. He arches his neck, giving me easy acces. 

It's like I've designed him myself. If I only think about where or how I want to kiss him and make him feel good, it's like he can read my mind. He'll turn, or arch, or move into my touch, and he'll get louder when I caress the spots I had thought would make him writhe. 

"Alex," he cries, feeling my mouth starting to lower from his neck to his chest. I've hoisted up his shirt, but that's not enough. Off. It needs to be off. 

He senses my desire, because he props up and allows me to take off his shirt and throw it away. Useless. He's way more beautiful without. 

When I start kissing his chest, paying attention to his sensitive looking nipples, his hips thrust up. He tries to search contact, friction. Too bad for him my legs are straddling his thighs, blocking his attempt. 

"Impatient, hm?" I hum, playing with one of his nipples while my mouth torments the other. He throws his head backwards. "Please, Alex, please just. . ."

I listen closely, wanting to hear him say it. "Please what?"

He groans in frustration, followed by a moan when I pinch his nipple. I shift a little lower, starting to kiss my way down. "Please. . ."

I unbutton his pants with ease, and he helps me undress him by kicking his clothes off. The poor thing must be desperate. 

"You're not very comprehensible, sweetheart," I tell him, gripping his hard dick through his underwear. He moans, covering his face with his hands in despair. 

"What could you possible mean?" I tease him, slowly moving my hand up and down. "Please, kiss me, Alex?"

I place a kiss on his lips, sweet and short. He makes a whiny noise when I retreat, how needy. "Please, admire my body, Alex?"

My mouth makes its way down his body once again, making sure to leave some hickeys. No, he won't get to forget this after tonight. He'll think of me until the last of his bruises are gone. 

And then, I might just have already given him new ones. 

"Oh, I know," I whisper, taking care my breath hits his ear. He shudders again, his own breaths coming fast and heavy. "Please, Alex, tease me as long as you want, until I can't think of anything else than you?"

He cries out again, arching his back and thrusting his hips up in my head. "No. Please, Alex, just fuck me. Please."

I smirk at the desperate tone in his voice, making sure to leave another kiss on his lips before directing my attention on his cock again. "Because you asked so nicely."

Without much effort, I lift his legs, freeing him from the remainders of his clothes. His eyes are on the ceiling and his lips are muttering words I don't comprehend. Yet I understand what he's trying to do; he wants to prevent coming too soon. 

Cute, though in vain. 

When I lock my lips around the tip of his cock, he starts cursing. He first reaches to curl his fingers in my hair, but remembers what I said earlier and obediently puts them back above his head. "Alex, I—"

He doesn't continue his sentence. That makes me tease him a little more, playfully biting the tip of his dick. He gasps again, his chest rising rapidly. 

He's entranced, and I don't think he's ever been this beautiful. He looks like he fell from heaven, all angelic and breathtakingly gorgeous. If this is what makes his cheeks flush in pleasure like that, I'll make it my duty to have him like this once day. At least. 

"Tell me what you want, baby," I encourage him. He lifts his head, looking down at me sucking him, and moans again. "I want—I want to come."

I force him deeper, until he's almost hitting the back of my throat. A whimper leaves his mouth and settles in the air around us, settles in between my ears, and I'll never forget just how fucking needy he sounds. 

"Just a little more, sweetheart. I know you can take it."

He's shaking his head, thrusting his dick deeper in my mouth, attempting to chase that release. For once, I allow it, knowing he's already addicted to the feeling of my lips wrapped around him. Once he comes back for more, I'll hold his hips tight against the mattress and then, I won't let him fuck my face. 

But today, he can. 

His left thigh starts shaking more the closer he gets to his orgasm. I tell him it's okay, he can finally come, and he asks me if it's okay to come in my mouth. Of course it is. 

His abs start trembling to, and a few moments later, he cums. His eyes are closed at first, his lips mumbling lazy curses mixed together with praises, but after a few seconds, he opens those beautiful green eyes and looks down at me. 

I keep his gaze locked in mine while I swallow everything, making sure to tease him a little more before getting up and plopping down next to him. He's laying on his bed, out of breath and stunned. I put my hand on his stomach, splayed out, giving him time to catch his breath. 

He watches my face, speechless. I smile back, enjoying the view of his. "Are you alright?"

He sputters, wanting to answer too fast and almost choking on his breath. "Alright? Fuck, Alex, I feel amazing."

I sit up against the headboard, motioning for him to straddle my lap. Without a second thought, he does. That's what a good release does to you, I suppose. 

"Do you still want to have sex? Or do you want to stop after what we just did?" I ask, playing with a strand of his hair. I don't want him to feel pressured, feel like he needs to sleep with me. "You've been a very good distraction."

He laughs, bubbly and still a little out of breath. "Yeah, I'm still comfortable with fucking. Shit, I didn't know you were this good."

I place another kiss on his nose. "You know what to do then."

He doesn't immediately move. Instead, he puts his head on my shoulder and closes his eyes.  I keep playing with his hair, wanting him to feel relaxed and safe. If he needs a moment to come to his senses, a moment to cuddle, I'll gladly give it to him. It's my pleasure, really. 

"Will you join me in the shower?" he asks, voice a little small. I try to look at his face, but he's hiding it in my shoulder. So I just give him another kiss, this time on his temple. 

"Of course, if that's what you want," I nod. He doesn't answer anymore and just hugs me. I don't mind, I actually like him being a little clingy after making out. It makes me wonder just how much care he would require after actual sex. 

I start to hum a song, since he's being silent. His body starts to sway a little, taking mine along with his movements, to the rhythm of the song. I hide my smile in his hair, attempting to cover how this little moment makes me feel, too. 

Jake's index finger starts tracing the muscles on my back. I feel my body tense up as it moves to the front of my chest, and then starts going lower. It's not like I want to think negative things right now, not after such a great time, but it's like my self esteem has a mind of its own. I just can't control it. 

I grab his wrist before he can even start to trace the lines of my stomach, too. He looks up with a little, confused frown, making him look cute, but it doesn't help. I bring his hand up, to my face, and give him the opportunity to trace things there. As long as it isn't my stomach. 

With a focused face, he lets his finger start at my lips. He traces the outline of them, then starts doing the inside. Until he has his finger inserted in my mouth and is innocently smiling up at me. As if it wasn't completely intentional. 

"I dif not efpect faf," I try to say through his fingers. He grins wider, and just the look on his face is worth the embarrassment. 

I bite down on his finger, making him laugh and retreat it. "Ow!"

"You deserved that," I tell him, something he clearly disagrees with, seeing as he hits my arm. Hard. I look at the place he slapped me, then at his face. When I cock an eyebrow, he flushes again. "You deserved that, too."

"Did I?"

"Y-yes?"

"Did. I?" I urge, trying to look as intimidating as I can. I must have ruined my earlier success, because now he snickers and lays his head back on my chest. Fuck, he really is cuddly after making out. I love it. 

"My apologies, scary Alex. Can we go shower now? I feel like I stink," he frowns. He gets up from my lap, something my cock doesn't agree with, but I let him go nonetheless. "Probably because you do."

The asshole hits me again. 

And then he walks off to a door he guessed right, my bathroom, and tries to have some dignity while naked. Please.