I need space. Those were the words Jacky said to Ryan the night before they both left for separate colleges. Now, each of them will try to learn who they are without the other. Will their paths lead them back together?
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Jacky
Ryan was doing a very good job of reminding Jacky what a good blow job felt like. Everything so far tonight had brought back a year and a half of memories of when they were together: the way Ryan kissed his throat, how fun it was to peel Ryan out of his tight t-shirt, all the tricks Jacky had learned from reading Cosmo in his therapist's waiting room. It was like a greatest hits album that Jacky would never get sick of listening to.
And now Jacky was seeing stars, and not just because Interstellar was still somehow playing on the television, lending a haunting orchestral soundtrack to what Ryan was doing under the covers. He arched off the mattress, gripping the blankets in his fist.
When Ryan resurfaced, Jacky curled into his arms, and the two of them fell into a comfortable, deeply satisfied sleep.
That sleep was broken when Jacky heard a key in the door.
His body snapped awake. Beside him, Ryan stirred and asked, "Wassat?"
A slice of light became visible beyond the opening of the blanket fort. Two seconds later, Billy muttered, "What the fuck?"
Jacky struggled to sit up, but Billy had already nearly clotheslined himself on the blanket fort.
"WHAT THE FUCK!"
"What are you doing here?" Jacky asked as he hunted through the blankets for his underwear.
"This is my room!" Billy fumbled through the blankets, paused when he saw Jacky and Ryan there on the floor, then turned and hit the room lights. Glaring fluorescents blinded them all.
"You said you would stay away all night!"
Billy ripped down one of the blanket walls. He gaped at his empty bed frame. "You stole my mattress?"
"You said you weren't planning on sleeping here!"
"That doesn't mean you get to steal my whole bed for your little—" Billy gestured wildly, "love shack!"
Jacky finally located his boxers. "We'll put it back."
"Gross! It needs to be disinfected now." Billy huffed and crossed the room to grab something out of one of his dresser drawers. "Don't bother getting dressed on my account. Just go ahead and fuck all night – I'll find someplace else to sleep."
And just as quickly as Billy had arrived, he left, slamming the door behind him.
Jacky and Ryan sat there in stunned silence for a moment. Jacky half-expected Billy to come right back in and offer himself up for a threesome, because the idea of Billy actually being mad felt absurd. Instead, they both heard a knock on the door across the hall.
On instinct Jacky grabbed for the remote and turned down the TV, which was now playing some weird-looking movie with Nicolas Cage. He could make out Braedyn's voice, and Billy's, but couldn't hear what they were saying. Though he was dying to hear what they were saying, the lights were on, he had no clothes on, and there was the possibility that Billy would storm back into the room, possibly with Braedyn in tow.
