Soulmates (COMPLETED) <krii7y>

Part 3

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Jaren's face heated up at a thought that spilled into his mind, his face almost immediately turned bright red. He frantically tried to get the thought out of his mind but it only multiplied. Leading to more possibilities, more endings, more consequences. His mind was blurred when he faced the boy next to him, john faced the Canadian, he smiled truthfully. "I could show you" Jaren blurted out, covering his mouth and investing back into his work. "Would you?" john asked, his voice cracked at the crisp silence the boys had accustomed themselves to. Jaren glanced at john who had increasingly moved closer to Jaren. "I mean sure if it's okay with you" Jaren cleared his throat to try and break the quite obvious tension the atmosphere had paired with. A cold breeze swept through the dorm room, the silence felt so loud. Although the mood felt tense and awkward, both boys felt a sense of euphoria, almost like they wanted this to happen; waiting for the right time. Jaren gently tidied his workspace, glancing at john ever so often to make sure he was still okay with this. Jaren gulped, he was really going through with this. "How should- i- sit or?" john stuttered. "Just stay there," Jaren said, moving over to john. Jaren gently caressed johns cheek, "come closer" Jaren whispered. Jaren guided his face closer, they were inches away, john breathed lightly onto Jaren's lips, glancing from Jaren's eyes to his mouth. "Now what?" John asked, keeping his voice to a low whisper, Jaren exhaled, "hold my face," Jaren lightly grabbed johns hand in his and guided towards his cheek, he winced at johns cold fingertips, "sorry my hands are cold" john chuckled, lightly stroking the Canadians face with his thumb. John's hands reached down Jaren's body, holding his hips, moving Jaren closer.  

Minutes passed and the two continued to indulge themselves in each other's aura, the soft hitches and slow exhales filled the dim living area, the kitchen light flickered while the moon shone directly into the small square windows- leading to the empty college campus. John breathed shakily- "may i kiss you?" john asked sheepishly- he felt like a moron. Jaren replied gently, "of course" Jaren moved their faces closer, john gently pulling Jaren's hips closer- lightly connecting their lips. The soft feeling of Jaren's lips felt euphoric, Jaren pulled away, looking at the dumbfounded man. "Again" john whispered, connecting their lips once more, this time with more passion. Jaren opened his mouth, biting johns lips- a soft groan escaping his lips. They continued to move their lips in sync- johns hands moved from Jaren's face to his hips, moving him closer. John disconnected for air, heaving slightly. John stared down at the boy before him. His lips red and abused, his cheeks dusted with a rosy colour, his eyes looked glassy and full of need; he looked beautiful like this. Jaren reconnected the previous makeout session, entangling his pale hands in john's bleached hair. John took the liberty and pulled Jaren onto his lap, riding his thighs. John wrapped his arms around Jaren's waist, hugging him closer, deepening the kiss.