CRUSH (JeffBible I)

CHAPTER 10: RULES

JEFF

I wash my hand in the sink and stare at it in shock. 

When I left Bible back there, I could read the uncertainty in his eyes. He was... is probably scared that I'll pull back and he's not entirely wrong.

There is a part of me that screams that this is wrong but then... there's the other part me of that points out how right it really felt back there. To have Bible melt in my arms. For someone like him, so hot and popular... to be at my mercy.

He's not the first guy I've kissed, no. As someone who's been in the BL world, I have found myself kissing other guys and even though I didn't hate it, I didn't like either.

It all felt mechanical.

Nothing like what happened back in my living room. 

I half expect to find Bible gone when I leave the bathroom but I find him standing by the door, shuffling his feet and looking so unsure of himself that I snort out a laugh.

"What's so funny?"

"You," I say heading for the kitchen and predictably, he follows. "I don't think I have ever seen you so unsure of yourself."

"Yeah well, I can't get a clear read on you. It's hard for me to tell whether or not you hated... you know."

"Jerking you off?"

"Yes."

I let out a sigh as I grab a glass, filling it water. 

"Jeff," he says when I remain silent for too long. "I can go if I make you uncomfortable."

"You don't" I hurry to say. "Whatever happened back there... it was consensual and you gave me plenty of chances to pull away but I didn't and do you know why that is?"

I look up just in time to see him shake his head. I look down to my glass of water and consider revealing to him a truth even I don't want to admit. 

"Is it because you like me too?"

I chuckle, "I thought that much was obvious."

"So that's not it?"

No. That would be too simple and unfortunately, nothing about us is simple. 

"I like the idea of dominating you," I say after a prolonged silence, looking up to meet his penetrative gaze. "We are evenly matched, well, mostly, but... I get turned at the thought of driving you to your knees and dominating you."

There's the truth.

"You're too young to be my sugar daddy," he says and I chuckle. Really, for a guy who played the most psychotic villain I have ever seen, he really does give off the air of naivety. 

"Maybe I should speak a language you understand." I grab a glass of water and step forward.  "I want to be the Vegas to your Pete but without the whipping and torture."

His mouth falls open in shock and honestly, I am a little disappointed that he's shocked by this. If he is expecting anything Vanilla from me then it's best if we don't start anything at all.

"I... but. Wait, are you into that?"

"Not usually."

"Then why..."

I step in closer and he sucks in a breath. I dip a finger into the glass before swiping it across his lips. He falls back a step and I follow until his back hits the wall. His breath comes out in shorts gasps and I smile manically at him. 

"This is why," I whisper, trailing the finger on his lips before slipping it between his lips. "The way you openly surrender to me. I've barely touched you and you're already hard, aren't you?"

I withdraw my finger and his body shudders when I move away from him. 

"I... wow. I..." 

He pushes away from the wall and runs his hand through his hair. 

I pour out the water before turning to look at him. "If it scares you..."

"It doesn't scare me. It's just. I have never thought of myself as a submissive type."

"I don't expect you to be."

Bible looks up with a looks up with his face clouded with confusion. "Then... I don't get it."

"I don't expect you to submit to me Bible, I don't even want it. What I would want... what I would expect from you, is to give as much as you get but at the end, I know I'm going to win."

And the end of the day, we both knows who's in charge.

"okay," he breathes. "Where do we go from here?"

"You go to bed, you have an early morning tomo-"

"No, I mean us. Where do we go from here?"

"We'll see, Bib. Let's take a day at a time, okay. Get through tomorrow and then we'll see about that movie we missed out on."

I can read the questions in his eyes but before he can, I throw a bag of ice at him. "For your wound, you tore it open during the kiss."

 "Thanks." he places the cold chips against his lip, his eyes still on mine. 

"So are we like... dating now? Exclusive?"

I chuckle, grabbing his wrist and dragging him out of the kitchen and upstairs. I still have work to do before I finally get sleep but he needs the rest. I show him to my bedroom, take out something for him to wear after a shower. 

"I'll be downstairs working," I say. I turned the bedroom downstairs into a work place as I rarely have guests over anyway and that's where I intend to spend most of the night. 

"Wait, Jeff, you still haven't answered my question."

I stop by the door and watch him, running my eyes over him. The black shirt he has on leaves very little to the imagination. That and the fact that I've seen his body before. I know what he looks like shirtless and I can't wait to just...

I look up and meet his eyes. Neither of us shy away from the gaze and damn if I don't find that hot. 

"Yes, Bible. We are exclusive." I take a step back into the room and cover the space between us before grabbing his nape and pulling him closer until my lips are barely brushing his. "And Bib..."

"Mmh?"

"I don't share. Be sure to remember that or I'll be very pissed."

"Any more rules I need to remember?"

"Don't get smart with me."

"Or what?"

"You don't want to find out."

And he doesn't.