A Bad Boy's Gift

Chapter 17

I wake up before the sun comes up on Friday. 

I open my eyes to see Archer laying on his front, his head facing me and his hand under the pillow. He somehow managed to match my sleeping position. I smile, he looks peaceful.

I roll over to check the time, 05:30, great, another 2 hours before my alarm goes off. Maybe I should go through what I have to do today. Take Hudson to school, work at the restaurant at lunchtime, there is the swimming competition at 4, Hudson and Alfie will need me to pick them up after school at 15:30, so it breaks my heart to know I'll have to miss the competition.

Then the night is basically mine, we order pizza and they eat it in Hudsons room, playing Fortnite all night. So I'll open a bottle of wine and head to the other side of the house, so they can't hear me enjoy my battery-operated best friend. 

I smile at myself in the dark, listening to the soft deep breaths emerging from Archer lying next to me. 

I can't call him Jack, he's Archer to me. He was once Crazy, but now I'm siding with my friend's high school pet name for him... Fit.

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- Mature content coming up, gotta tease you a little first... ;) -

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By the time 07:30 rolls around I'm wide awake. Archer has managed to tangle himself up into my bedsheets, leaving me with a small sliver of the duvet to stay warm.

I watch him, sleeping soundly until my alarm starts its God-awful singing. 

"Fuck, what is that awful noise?" Archer's voice is low, sleep-soaked and so damn sexy.

"Good morning to you too sunshine." I smile, once I've turned the awful noise off. 

He opens his eyes. When I come into focus he smiles a sleepy smile and stretches his arm around my waist, pressing his version of good morning straight into my waist. 

"Good morning, indeed." His lips meet mine, and this time I decide not to worry about what I taste like. "How long have you been awake? You don't look as tired as I feel." He strokes some of the hair away from my face, enabling him to get a better look. 

"I have been awake for 2 hours." I trace his prickly beard, loving how it feels under my fingers.

"You should've woken me up, we could've put this," he presses himself further into my belly, earning a giggle from me, "to good use." His sleepy, sexy, half-smile pulls all my muscles tight as he looks at me through his lashes.

"Oh yeah? How late for school do you reckon the kids can be?" My hand slowly traces his prominent abs down to the waistband of his boxers, I play with the elastic, running my finger just below where it's tight. 

His hand takes a fistful of my bum as his breath becomes sharp. I'm affecting him. Good. It's my turn to play. 

I smile, looking up at him, my eyes meet his, and they're hungry. I continue to pull at his waistband. When my fingers reach the middle of his boxers, just below his navel, they graze over his tip. I continue to watch his eyes, which have seemed to only get hungrier. His grip on my backside tightens as his eyes close with the now repetitive rubbing. A small moan escapes his clenched jaw, I smirk, knowing I'm teasing him. 

"What do you want, Archer?" I whisper into his ear. He just moans at me while I continue my torture. I give him another second with the opportunity to reply, but he's too busy relishing in my touch.

Tough shit then. I take my fingers out of his waistband, his eyes spring open, longing and loss so evidently breaking through.

"Why'd you stop?" He whimpers.