Jace

I wake up to large arm, a little smaller than mine, hanging over me. It was dark, smooth, and hard. I rubbed my eyes and lifted the arm off of me slowly. I sat up and looked beside me. It was Monty. I remembered last night. It was very hot. I can't believe — for only his second time — that it was that hot.

Getting up from my bed, I head into the shower. Once I was done, I got dressed. I looked over at Monty. He was still sleeping...he looked really...nice. He was nice. We talked for a long time last night. He was a good person. I am not. That's why everyone calls me a 'bad boy'. Eventually I'd hurt him and it'd be over with, like every other relationship I've had. I don't want that to happen but I'm a 'destructive person' my sister likes to say. I won't lie and say she's wrong. I know I'm just a typical 'bad boy' that you see on TV, but I can't help it.

I head downstairs to find my sister sipping some coffee while she scrolls mindlessly on her phone. I look at their coffee and decide that I need some too. I get my coffee and sit down on a barstool by my sister. She was a year older than me, but she wasn't in college. She needed a break from school to find herself. I get that. Life is a bitch.

"I'm guessing you had a good night..." Jen said with a smile on her face. I looked down at my neck and smirked.

"I'm guessing you didn't."

"Haha you're so funny," she said sarcastically. "Are they still here?" She knew I was bisexual and she tried to use gender neutral pronouns when someone she didn't know was...over.

"He's still here. He's sleeping still."

"Well, we do wake up early. It's Mom's fault."

"She's not even here most of the time, but she still has this effect on us." She kinda chuckled.

"I better go, huh? I'm sure you two want to be alone. Unless he was really bad or something?"

I smiled and said, "No he wasn't bad." She grins. When she stood up, she ruffled my hair. She left with a 'goodbye'. Then, I realized that she had left her coffee mess.

"Are you serious, Jen?" I whispered to myself. I cleaned up mine and her mess. That was when I heard footsteps coming from the stairs. Monty had finally woken up. He was rubbing his face and walking towards me.

"Wow...I really did a number on your neck." He touched my neck and kept going down to the beginning of my shirt. He laid his hand on my chest and sighed. "I've made a huge mistake." I must've been frowning because he quickly corrected himself, "I mean with telling my Mom I was going to a party. She must think I'm laying in a ditch somewhere." I let out an audible 'oh'.

"You should call her." I don't have much experience with a worried mom, but from what I've heard from Monty, it wasn't a good thing.

"Oh my god! I forgot that I was going to drive Elena home!" He was a mess. He quickly checked his phone and let out a pleased sigh. "Elena got a ride and my mom thinks I'm at Elena's..."

"Then you've got time." He put his phone back into his pocket.

"For what?" He was actually clueless. My mouth curved upward as I stepped closer to him. Now he wasn't as clueless. My arm caressed his as I got as close to him as I could. My forehead was on his as he said, "I haven't brushed my teeth."

"Does it look like I care?" He bit his lip as I tilted my head to kiss him. Our lips met and I could tell he felt hesitant. I parted my lips and said, "What's up?"

"I gotta...go." He stepped back and wouldn't look at me. "I'm-" he didn't finish until he got to the door. "-sorry." He closed the door behind him. I just stood their with a puzzled look on my face. Did he regret last night? No one ever regrets having sex with me until after they break up with me. We weren't even boyfriends, so I was majorly confused.

I scratched my head and walked up to my room. I look at the bed and see a slip of paper. It had a number on it with the words 'call me sometime'. I was even more confused than I was before. I just stood there looking at the paper.

•••

It was Monday, meaning I had school. I saw Monty in the hallway, but he didn't look at me. He just kept walking with his head down.

By the time I had class with him, I was beyond frustrated. He kept ignoring me even with me sitting next to him. We were reading some book that I haven't even began to read. I was on my phone looking at my contacts. I had Monty's number on there, but I haven't texted or called him yet. I looked over at Monty. He was reading the book with intent. Intent to ignore me. Once the bell rang Monty ran out the room faster than the jocks. I sighed as I gathered up my books. I wasn't used to being ignored. I hated it. I didn't even know why he's been ignoring me. I headed outside and started up my car. I drove home in silence.

The same thing happened every day until the weekend.

•••

I couldn't take it anymore. It was two in the morning and I was pissed. I grabbed some cash and walked downstairs. I got into my car and drove to a random store. I looked for some sappy ass shit and finally just grabbed some roses. What I was about to do was going to beyond embarrassing.

Maybe because it's because I'm horny. Maybe it's because he was actually nice to me. Maybe it was because I've only known him for a short amount of time and we have no commitment to each other. For whatever reason I was here, I couldn't turn back. I already sent him a text saying 'look outside your window'. Now I was just waiting. He was probably asleep...maybe I should call him?

I heard a window crack open. I looked up to see Monty. "What the hell are you doing?" He whisper-yelled.

I held up the roses with an awkward smile and said, "Surprise?"

He looked around outside. He left the window and came back. "I'll let you in...come to the door." He shut the window. I walked to the door right. It took a minute for him to come downstairs and open the door, but he did. "What are you doing here?"

"I wanted to talk to you." He sighed and then looked at the roses. I saw a small smile.

"Fine, come on." He ushered me inside. When he closed the door, he took my hand and made me move as quietly as possible. We got to his room and he quietly shut and locked the door. He had noticed that he was still holding my hand and let go. "Listen, I like you. I really do."

"But?" There's always a but.

"But I was just trying to figure out what I want."

"And...you don't want me?"

"No, I do and that's the problem. I couldn't stand not being around you and that's probably cause I've been really, really horny-" he paused. "But I was ignoring you because I was embarrassed. Like, how could such a popular guy like me? I'm a black man with anxiety and no interesting qualities. And now you're here with roses! Roses! While I've been ignoring you, too!" He took a deep breath and said, "Look, I don't think you should be here. My mom and dad are down the hall and I can't help myself around you-"

Then I couldn't take it any longer. I threw down the roses and grabbed his face. I kissed him with all I had. He was surprised. He begun to relax and lean into the kiss. He then pulled away and said, "I've been thinking. I don't want anything serious yet. I just found out I'm gay. So, maybe just, you know, like..."

"Like fuck buddies?"

"If that's okay with you, of course."

I smirked. "That's okay with me." He smiled and started to kiss me.

We kissed and for awhile that's all we did. We just stood there kissing. It was nice, but I wanted more. I kept kissing him, but while I did I started to tug on his boxers. He slept without pants, so that step was already done. He also slept shirtless, so that's definitely a plus.

"My parents..."

"Then we'll have to be quiet."

"Fuck...alright. But let me undress you first." I let out an 'okay' and then he started to unzip my jeans. I got dressed up to see him and now I was starting to regret it.

I kicked off my shoes as he pulled my pants down. Ours lips parted for only a minute as he pulled off my shirt. Now we were both in our boxers. I looked at him, full of lust. He gave me the same look as he pulled off my boxers. I was now fully naked and erect. I then pulled down his boxers while trailing kisses down his stomach.

"You're so hot..." I moaned as I pushed Monty onto his bed. It made a loud creaking noise. Monty's eyes went wide for only a second, then he pulled me down with him. I was on top of him, putting most of my weight onto his groin.

He gasped as I started to move back and forth. It was only a little but he was already a mess. He let out a loud moan and then quickly covered his mouth. "Shh," I said playfully.

We kept going almost all night, it felt like. I swear this relationship isn't going to work out in the future, but for now, I'm going to enjoy it.