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Ch.1 Home Alone

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The contestants had been successfully escorted back to town. As promised, Jake took Tom back to his house to watch Netflix and chill in his room. Oddly, Jake’s parents were out of town, leaving the two home alone. Hopefully his parents wouldn’t be home for a good while, allowing Tom and Jake to relax for a little bit. Jake’s room was small with a minimal, thrifted appearance. Sitting on the queen sized bed that was on one side of the room, a show was playing on the opposite side from them and it was slowly becoming background noise. Nothing but neon lights and noise on a cheap TV that had been set up on what looked like an old coffee table.

~Jake's POV~
My mind started to wander as I stared blankly at my TV. Maybe I could forgive Ellie and message her. She’d given me her number before I’d been voted out. The more I thought about it, the more thoughts regarding the past week came flooding my mind. Passing as quickly as they’d come like an endless river. It was an annoying yet familiar sensation and I could feel my eyes start to wander around my room with each passing thought. Slowly, my eyes landed on the man sitting next to me. His scarf, gloves, and boots were off letting me see the scars that littered his hands and face. Some scruff was present on his chin and his sideburns looked thicker than they’d been at the beginning of this. His eyes caught mine and we made eye contact. He raised an eyebrow, smiling at me. “Am I really that distracting?” He asked, almost sounding sarcastic. I could feel my face heat up and I looked away from him. The bed shifted and I felt an arm wrap around my waist. “I- I was just thinking! I didn’t mean to stare. I’m sorry-” I was cut off as Tom’s free hand moved to cup my cheek and I looked back at him. Feeling his bare hand against my skin for the first time was like heaven. “It’s ok, y’know? I’m a little flattered.” Tom’s voice was calm and it surprised me a little. “You are?” He nodded. “It’s nice to know my appearance doesn’t bother you.” “Why would it?” I asked again. My question made him smile and I couldn’t help but stare in awe.

I realized I hadn't seen him smile until now. The few times he had during the contest, it’d been covered up by his scarf. My eyes scanned his face, memorizing each detail of his face. Every scar, the bags under his eyes, the thin layer of scruff across his cheeks, his lips that bore a single scar. I stopped scanning his face and stared at his smile, feeling pain seep into my own bottom lip as my teeth sunk into a bit of the dry skin. His smile got a bit wider and I looked back up into his perfect teal eyes. My face heated up a little more and I pressed my own hand against the one that held my face. “Find something you like?” Tom asked, almost sounding nervous. I squeezed his hand as his own face became dusted in a bright red. The TV’s light glowed against us, its sound buzzing like white noise in the back of my skull. Tom pressed his forehead against mine. I could feel his skin against mine. It felt amazing. I hesitated for a moment, using my free hand to cup his face in return. My eyes closed. I couldn’t seem to relax as I took a deep breath. “C- can I…?” Tom hummed in response, seeming to already know what I was gonna ask, rubbing his forehead against mine in a little nod. Carefully, I moved, the feeling of his forehead against mine disappearing as I pressed my lips against his. My eyes squeezed shut as I felt Tom flinch in surprise. Maybe this was a mistake, maybe I made him uncomfortable. Maybe I misunderstood what his hum meant. Just as I thought to pull away I felt his other hand move from my waist to press against the back of my head. It felt so nice to kiss him again. To kiss him and not have to worry about anyone or anything around us like last time.

I could feel Tom’s hands move back to my waist as he pulled away from the kiss, letting me open my eyes again. I was sitting on top of him now. His back pressed against my headboard. He moved to rest his head against my shoulder and I sighed, setting one of my hands on his shoulder. My other hand searched for my TV remote, picking it up once I’d found it and shutting off the TV. The room filled with darkness in a matter of seconds. Dropping the remote, I set my other hand on Tom’s shoulder. I could feel him kiss up and down my neck. His hands slipped under my shirt, rubbing against my back and squeezing my sides. His hips shifted underneath me, making me hum. My eyes slipped shut, taking in every sensation. Tom’s lips returned to mine and he seemed to squirm underneath me a lot more. It made me smile, humming again, into the kiss. Everything right now was perfect. My entire body felt more sensitive and I could hear the sound of crickets chirping outside my window. I wish we could've stayed like this forever. This was the perfect ending to everything that had happened at Tipiska.