Love The One You're With

Chapter 31-Worth It

"So this will be your room, I guess," Jake said begrudgingly as he opened his bedroom door. I held tight to his hand and made him follow me inside. I glanced around the room taking in all the details I had missed earlier. The room was small, but not uncomfortably so. The walls would have been a light mossy green if it weren't for them being completely covered with posters of artists like Jimmy Page, Eric Clapton, Jimi Hendrix, Eddie Van Halen, Stevie Ray Vaughan, Santana, David Lee Roth, etc. I even noticed a few Greta Van Fleet posters peppered throughout. I looked back to Jake to see him blushing as I marveled at his childhood bedroom.

"You don't have to go, do you?" I whispered as I turned to face him, leaning in and kissing him gently before he could answer. He smiled into our kiss before letting out a small chuckle.

"As much as I'd love to stay...Josh would definitely sell me out, and Mom would kick my ass," he laughed more probably at the thought. "I won't be far, though! Just right down the hall bunking with Josh," he sighed before leaning in to kiss me goodnight. "If you need anything, let me know," he whispered softly before placing another chaste kiss to my lips and walking away.

My suitcase was already laying in the floor beside the bed, so I hoisted it up and unzipped it to rifle through my options. I changed into a pair of purple cotton shorts and an oversized t-shirt, yawning as I finished. I guess I'm sleepier than I thought, so I peeled back the black bedspread to find black sheets that matched.

After settling into the pillows and pulling the blanket up to my chin, I felt warm and cozy...but I always felt a little uneasy sleeping alone in strange places. I took out my phone and turned on some white noise as a distraction, and tried to fall asleep. One thought kept bouncing around in my mind relentlessly, unwilling to let me doze off until I acted on it. I battled the idea for what felt like eternity, but had actually only been an hour or so.

Finally, I caved and kicked the covers off of me, stretching before standing up and quietly walking towards the door. I twisted the knob and carefully pulled the door open, praying for silence. A low creaking whine escaped the hinges, and I froze momentarily. I felt silly sneaking out, but I was not ready to deal with the consequences of getting caught. I tried to keep my steps as light and deliberate as possible as I walked towards my destination.

I paused in the open doorway, debating on if this was a good idea, but when I saw him sleeping so peacefully and looking so adorable, the decision was made. After closing the door behind me, I tiptoed through his immaculate room, making note of all the books on his desk and the giant bookcase against the back wall in front of a giant mandala tapestry and beside a window full of greenery. It wasn't that different from his room at home, and that made me smile. I carefully climbed in beside him, covering his bare shoulder in kisses until he rolled and wrapped me in his arms.

"I was beginning to worry that I'd have to sleep alone," he teased in a sleepy voice with his eyes still closed.

"I can't stay...but I had to come show you how much I appreciated what you said earlier," I whispered softly. He frowned and stuck out his lower lip, pouting at the thought of me leaving, still keeping his eyes shut. I continued covering his face and neck in kisses just soft enough to make him giggle.

"Quinnie! Stop, that tickles!" He smiled as he pleaded, opening his eyes finally and falling silent when he noticed the hunger in mine.

"If you're not quiet, I'll probably have to leave," I said softly before climbing on top of him and kissing down his chest and stomach. "Is that what you want, Sammy? For me to leave?" I pouted as I asked. He bit his lower lip and shook his head no, as if he was scared to even speak. "There's my good boy," I purred as I slid my hand down between us and palmed him through his boxers. He bucked his hips up gently into my touch, silently begging for more. I leaned in and kissed him desperately like I'd been starved of his kisses for months. His hands found my waist, and his rough calluses raked across my skin as he tugged the waistband of my shorts down and tossed them toward the door. I giggled softly as he cupped my ass before I ground my hips into him. I lifted my shirt and tossed it to the pile my shorts had made, then began kissing my way down his chest and stomach until I hooked my fingers in the waistband of his boxers and yanked them down. He kicked them into the floor with a wide grin on his face. I wrapped my hand around his cock, pumping it lightly as I planted a sloppy kiss to his tip. He let out a low moan and my eyes shot to his. "Sammy, you gotta be quiet," I chided softly. He nodded as he watched me take him into my mouth and begin bobbing my head. I held eye contact as he placed one hand on the back of my head, careful not to push or pull my head, just guiding me gently. I began to pump my hand in rhythm with my mouth, and Sam began struggling to keep quiet.