With Benefits (Jolinsky) boyxboy

With benefits: Chapter 17

Johnson's POV:

  I try my best too cover up the black and blue bruise on my wrist, from where Jack had grabbed me last night.

If my mom saw that she'd freak. After many failed attempt, I decide to just wear my hoodie. I'm not mad at Jack for this. I know he didn't mean to hurt me. I walk down stairs. "Jack Is that you?" I hear my mom call from the kitchen.

  "Yeah, Its me mom." I sigh. I sit on the couch and flip though channels. "Would you like an late lunch baby?" She asks.

  "No thanks. I'll wait til dinner." I say.

"Alright, I'm leaving for work." I hear my dad say coming from up stairs. "Alright." He comes over and ruffles my hair. "Love you kiddo. Tell your mom I won't be home until  late, so don't bother setting a seat for me at dinner." He says.

  I nod. "Bye dad."

My mom comes into the living room a minute later after my dad leaves.

"Was that your dad?" She asks wipping her hand on her apron. "Yeah, he said he'd be home late." I tell. She sighs. "Alright, I guess its just  you and I for dinner." She says
"I thought Jeff was bringing his new girlfriend over for dinner?" I question. "He just told me they weren't gonna make it." She says.

  "Maybe you can invite Jack over?" She asks as she walks back in the kitchen. I just ignore her question and continue to flip through channels. There's never nothing good on.

  I groan when I hear the door bell ring. "Jack get the door!" My mom says. I sigh and get up. I open the door revealing Jack, I push the door close but he puts his foot in the doorway.

"Can I come in?" Jack ask. I knew he wasn't gonna take no for answer. I sigh letting him in. "Who was it?" My mom asks from the kitchen.

"It's Jack mom."

"Hey Jack, How are you?" My mom asks walk in the living room. "Good." Is all he says.

"Alright, I'll be in the kitchen tell me if you boys need anything."

I go and sit on the couch, leaving him at the door. He comes and sits next to me.

"I texted you, and called. I wanted to see if you made it home okay, you didn't text back I was worried." He  says.

"Not worried enough to come check on me." I mumble. "I couldn't. I wanted to, but  you didn't want me to follow you and I was still to buzzed to drive. So what was I supposed to do?" He question.

"Follow me anyway. That's what boyfriends do. No matter how much I didn't want you to follow me you should have followed me anyways. AI could have been kidnapped or raped!" I say annoyed.

"Your so damn confusing! You want me to follow, but you tell me not to! I don't know what you want me to do!" He raises his voice.

"Be a good boyfriend." I say.

"That's what I want." I add.

"Oh and If I can't be that for you who will? Sammy?"

I sigh "No, Jack I don't like him that way."

"Whatever. It looked like the opposite at the party."

"You mean the party you didn't want me to go to."

"Only because, I knew you hated watching me drink, And I wanted to get wasted."

"Whatever."

I shake my head, and stand up. Jack grabs my wrist. "Where are yo-"  I wince. He immediately lets go. "Let me see your wrist." He says serious. His eyes fill with concern. I pull up my sleeve.

He gasp. "I did that?" He whispers. He lightly rubs his finger tips over the bruise. "I..I-I didn't mean to. I didn't know I grabbed you that hard." He shakes his head.

  I take my arm away from him and gesture for us to go up stairs. We go up stairs to my room. I sit on the bed. Jack sits next to me. He gently pulls the hoodie off.

  He leans down and kisses my wrist. "I'm so sorry." He whispers. "Its looks way worst than it is. Really."  I says.

He shakes his head tears fall from his eyes.  "I'm sorry." He says again. "It's okay, Jack really." I assure him.

  He lays his head in my lap. "I love you." He whispers.

"I love you." I say back petting his hair. He sits up and connects are lips. He kisses me softly laying me down on my bed.

  He deepen the kiss in seconds, my hands curling in  Jacks soft hair.

my breath hitched, his tongue teased my lower lip, wanting to meet mine. I only parted them, he tangles our tongues.

Jack got between my knees as we kissed. He kissed my Jaw down to my neck. I softly moan. "Mmhm, your moan is beautiful." He whispers.

  He pulls back from the kiss to take my shirt from my body. And soon after his followed. He played with my pants buckle. "My m-moms down stairs." I moan as Jack nibbles at my neck. "I guess we'll just have to be quiet then. Won't we." He whisper.

  He lightly licks my nipple, taking the sensitive pink numb into his mouth. He bites and sucks on it doing the same to the other. I moan as the become hard.

  He finally pulls off my pants. Leaving me only in my boxers. He kisses me as I help him get his off. I moan feeling his clothed erection rubbing against mine. "Fuck.." He breathes. He rubs them together faster. Causing me to grip the sheets.

"Jack... Ahh."  I whimper. He rubs faster and harder moaning into my moan as he kisses me. I feel myself close to my orgasm. I throw my head back in pleasure. I try not to be so loud. Jack see me struggling to keep quiet to he puts his hand over my mouth.

   I moan out into his hand as I cum into my boxers creating a wet spot.

   I feel Jack do the same. "JJ.." He moan coming down from his high.

We just lay there, until I hear my mom calling me.

I move from under Jack and piled the sticky boxers off. I put on some new ones then pick up my pants and tug them on. Jack stands up as I pick up my  hoodie.

  He pulls off his  wet boxers and walks over to me. He smirks backing me up to my dresser. "I need a clean pair." He says. I grab a pair and give them to him.

He peck my lips. "Thanks."
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So I started school.... I already hate everybody.

  I'm not gonna lie 11th grade is way harder then  I though it would be. Wish me luck for the rest of the year.

Oh yeah, What grade are you guys in and how old are you?

~Monnie

(Almost forgot, don't forget to tell my daddy ;) happy birthday. )