Lacking Conviction (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 7: Reunited (M)

Song suggestion: Sex, Drugs, Etc - Beach Weather

Warning! Slight spice.

Note: - Unedited.

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Jackson's POV

What was I doing?

How did I manage to fall for this every single time?

Nick's deep voice brought me back to reality.

"Look at you. Already so hard for me." He teased, whispering in my ear. His breath fanned my earlobe.

I squeezed my eyes shut, desperately trying to ignore this predicament that I've found myself in, but with every touch, squeeze and kiss, I found myself leaning into him, wanting more.

He chuckled, his baritone voice low enough that caused the goosebumps that dotted my arms to rise.

I was in some deep shit.

'How did this happen?' I hear you wondering. Honestly I'd love to know too.

"So..." I trailed off awkwardly. The silence making me uncomfortable. Why am I being like this?

I wasn't usually this awkward and nervous so what is it about him that makes me act like a schoolgirl with a crush?

There was something seriously wrong with me...

Damn May and Donovan for leaving me. When they get back there's gonna be hell to pay.

"You're wet." Suddenly Nick was in front of me, holding a towel. When did he get here so fast?

Then his words registered and my brain stopped working for a moment.

"E-Excuse me?" I squeaked.

He laughed heartily "Your hair. It's wet. Here." He stepped up to me, essentially pressing me up against the counter. The towel came in contact with my hair and he rubbed gently. His eyes never leave mine.

My heart thundered in my chest and I briefly wondered if I was having a heart attack.

"I don't need you to..."

One look from him, and my mouth snapped shut.

After what felt like hours, he finally stopped. I looked up at him and he was staring at me, a dark look in his eyes.

Our eyes connected, and I didn't want to be the first one to look away, and neither did he.

Then suddenly, his lips were on mine. I gasped in shock and he pushed his tongue in my mouth, battling for dominance. I groaned at the familiar feeling, kissing him with everything I had.

I wasn't even sure how it escalated this quickly.

His hands gripped my waist and drove me into the counter. His hands slid down further south until he was palming my cock through my jeans.

I let out an involuntary moan, the action taking me by surprise. I clamped my mouth shut, and he didn't look too happy.

God help me.

"Let me hear you." He lowered his head and peppered kisses on my jaw, leading all the way up to my collar bone.

I quivered, my lower lip trembling. He noticed, swooping down to catch my lips on his, biting my lip softly.

Groaning into his mouth, I tried to exert some control, but it was useless. I was a moaning mess beneath him, too far gone. His rough hand slowly unzipped my jeans, looking at me with a lustful expression on his face.