Without The Bitter (A Mayday Parade Fanfic)

Chapter 13

Jakes POV

We hardly make it through the door before my lips are on his, and I push him up against the wall, trailing kisses down his jawbone and onto his neck. He moans softly into my ear, and I suck on the one spot on his neck I know drives him insane. He pushes me back and we somehow make our way to the bedroom. The sun is not slightly dim, and I pull the blinds shut tighter before I start pulling at what's left of my clothes; I lost my pants somewhere on the way down the hall. Brooks follows suit,and  I grab onto his wrist and pull him towards me, attaching our lips again.

“You know, if I was only able to do one thing for the rest of my life, it better be kissing you,” He mumbles onto my lips.

I didn’t reply, I just pushed him towards the bed, never breaking the kiss. Soon enough, we both shed our boxers, and we’re moving together as one.

“I love you. I really love you. Don’t ever leave me,” I whisper into the darkness of the bedroom, just loud enough to be heard over our moans.

We collapse in the bed sheets moments later, and we lay in the silence, wrapped in each other.

“Nap?” I ask, and Brooks nods, and we fall asleep for a few hours.

Brooks POV

I wake up slightly disoriented and horny a few hours later, and I look over next to me, Jakes body barely visible in the dark. I look at the clock just over his shoulder. 5:30. I slip out of bed and throw on some clothes, and I wander into the kitchen. I put on a fresh pot of coffee, and I stared at our empty cabinets for some food for dinner. We had some chicken in the fridge, and I searched for some seasonings and bread crumbs. I put a few seasonings and bread crumbs into a bowl, and in one just next to it, I whisked up a couple of eggs. I took the chicken out of the fridge, and noticed some asparagus in there as well. I soaked the chicken in the egg batter for a minute, and then I rolled them in the bread crumbs and laid them in the pan of hot oil on the stove. While the chicken cooked, I dipped the asparagus in the leftover egg and threw them in the pan with the chicken. A few seconds later, a very tired and very naked Jake padded down the hallway, peering into the kitchen.

“Awe, you have clothes on,” He whines as he pulls pants that had been discarded in the living room earlier.

“Yeah, but they can come back off after dinner,” I say as I continue cooking.

Jake wraps his arms around me and puts his head on my shoulder. He snuggles close to me, and I can’t help but feel sad.

“You okay babe?” He asks.

I shut the burner off and move the pan of food onto the counter. I nod, but I somehow can’t stop the tears from falling. I slide past him and walk into the bedroom. I grab my wallet, and my car keys, and I race out of the house. I hop into my car and I drive away as quickly as I can, trying to ignore him as he follows me down the street for a couple of seconds. As soon as I turn the corner, my phone is ringing, and I silence it quickly. I don’t know where I’m going, but I find myself going in the direction of the place Jake and I had our first date. We went to the park, and we sat under a tree and ate sandwiches. I pulled into the park about half an hour later. We drove so far to be out of sight in case anyone saw us together. I park my car and walk over to the tree we sat under. I sit myself down and take myself a year back, and I reach my hand up, and trace the heart we carved in the tree. I trace Jakes name, and suddenly, as if I was brain dead for a short period of time, it hits me. Firstly, I know what’s wrong. Secondly, Jake’s dream. Fuck! I run over to my car, and jump back in, driving quickly back home. About twenty minutes later, I pull onto our street, and I look down at my phone. I have a few missed calls, and a handful of  texts. I stop in front of the house, and read the texts.

From: Jakey<3

Please pick up.

Brooks, what happened?

Babe?

Its about eight now, you’ve been gone for about two hours now. I’m going to lay down, I have a headache from crying. Will you please call me? I’m worried sick.

Brooks, I don’t know what happened, but will you please let me in? Talk to me.

I love you.

I shut my phone off and put it in my pocket. The last one was delivered about fifteen minutes ago, so he probably went to bed around when I was leaving the park. I get out of the car and let myself inside, locking the door behind me. I tiptoe carefully to the bedroom, and I hear soft sobs coming from behind the door. I quietly open the door, and shut it behind me.

“Jake?” I choke on my tears.

“Brooks?” He whimpers as he rolls over.

I walk to the bed and reach for his hand.

“I’m so sorry. I can explain, I swear,” I say quietly.

“Can it wait until the morning? I’m tired, and my head hurts, and I just want to wrap my arms around you, so I can wake up with you still in them, okay? You’ll still be here in the morning, right?” He asks, his voice slow and careful.

“Yes, I will. I’ll explain everything, I promise,” I say.

He nods, and I strip down to my boxers and climb into bed. He pulls me close to him, and I whisper, cutting through the silence,

“I love you. Forever and always.”