Would They Care If I Was Gone? A Jahvie fanfic ((BoyxBoy))

Chp. 8: Don't judge me, just love me!

Hey my coonies! ^-^

I'm terribly sorry that it took me so long to get this up, but as I wrote, I had a lot assignments for school last week :(

But I'm done with that for now, so here is the next chapter!

Btw, thanks to you guys who stayed here and waited for this chapter (:

Dedicated to GionaHope again, 'cause she helped me with stuff about this chapter (and with personal stuff)... Thanks for helping me honey <3

((Lazy coonies can skip to here and drop reading the A/N;))

Dahvie’s POV:

I move forward to kiss Jayy and put my hand around his neck and the other on his shoulder to pull him closer. I need to be close to him right now. I feel the tickling warm sparks of energy coming from our skin touching gently and I’m sure Jayy feels it too. I kiss him sweet and passionate, but with an apologizing twist. After a few moments I feel Jayy’s hand sneak up my back and up to my hair. He smirks into the kiss and tugs my hair surprised I let out a moan, I guess he’s not the only with a moan trigger there.

Jayy pulls away from the kiss and look at me with a curious and questioning and somewhat… Nervous look? Why does he look so nervous?

“Why Dahvie?” Two words. That was all I got, but I understand why and what he means. “I panicked, I couldn’t bear to lose you, but I just didn’t realize how terribly alike we are.” I swallow and take his hands in mine as I look up to his eyes. “But for now, can we please talk about something more important, Jayy?” Jayy looks at me for a few seconds, steps closer and pulls me into a tight embrace “I thought you’d leave me and stay away hun!” he whisper silently, with a voice filled with sad emotions, down into my hair. “I could never leave you like that honey!” I pull slightly away to look up into his big beautiful eyes with a truthful and loving look in mine.

I stretch up to Jayy and stand on my toes. Why does he have to be so tall??? I put my hands around his neck and he bends down a little. I move closer and move my face right in front of his, smiling sweetly to him. He closes his eyes as I move a little closer almost no space between our bodies or lips. I smile and let a bit warm breath out on his lips, giving him a ghost kiss, before moving to kiss his neck. He gasps at the feeling of my warm lips on his neck. I smile and suck a bit on a spot before going on kissing a trail up his neck and up along his chinbone. I sneak my arm up to his hair and tug it making him gasp and make a sexy moan.

We hear coughing and immediately pull away, a grin plastered on my face. “So… I guess everything is alright again?” Stephanie asks and looks from me to Jayy and back again. We look at each other and smile big. I take Jayy’s one hand in mine and say “I think so” with a big smile.

Stephanie walks past us out the door to go to god knows where. Jayy pull me to the living room and through it toward his room with my bag in one hand and my hand in the other. When we get to his room he slows down, opens the door and put my bag on the floor next to the door. We walk into the room in silence and I go to sit on the bed.

Jayy lies down next to me on his back. “You said there was something really important you had to tell me about, Dahv?” He asks curiously. I lie down on the bed too. “Yeah, there’s something you probably should know… About me” I say hesitantly “And about my family” I add after a few seconds. I roll over on the side so I lie with my face in Jayy’s way. He looks at me with a look telling me to go on.

“My parents are very judgmental. They hate gays. They… They’ve beaten me up for so long I can remember.” I tell Jayy as I sigh, telling him that that’s far from all. “They’re evil, they’ve tried to kill me more times than I keep track of.” I feel Jayy’s soft fingers caress my cheek and push some of the hair out of my face. “I won’t let them hurt you baby” Jayy whispers while staring into my eyes. “That’s not what I’m afraid of, Jayy” I put my hand over the hand still caressing my cheek. “Then what is it Dahv?” I take a deep breath. “They… They want to hurt someone way more precious to me.” I say that with tears filling in my eyes, but not spilling over.

I move closer to Jayy and kiss him on the cheek and jump out of the bed, crossing the room to get to my backpack. I open my backpack and look through the stuff until I find the letter I found on the floor in my room. I hear a giggle come from right behind me as I pull the letter up from the bag. “You sure got enough packed, huh?” I stand up and turn around to be straight face to face, well more like forehead to chin, but you know what I mean. “Yeah, but have you ever tried running away to live in the streets? You need a lot more stuff than you might think.”

Jayy got a confused look on his face “Live in the streets? But you can’t honey!” I look at him and shrugs “I can’t go home, I don’t have any other family” I look down to the letter in my hand. “Dahvie, you can stay here, you know?” Jayy says in a serious tone. I look up to meet his eyes. His eyes sparkle with hope but I can’t say yes to the offer. “No, Jayy I can’t expect such a thing from you or your family.” He pulls me to the bed and makes me sit on it as he sits in front of me.

“Honey, I love you, I won’t let you live in the streets, it’s way too dangerous for you!” Jayy says as he takes my hands in his. I heart pounds faster. He loves me? I move forward to kiss and he moves with me. I kiss him and hold my hands on his shoulders. Jayy leans back slowly so he’s lying on the bed with my hovering just above him. I pull away from the kiss to get some air.

"I love you too” I whisper against his lips as they crash together again in a rough but passionate kiss. I lick along Jayy’s lower lip asking for entrance, which I get right away. I let my tongue dance with his and I smile against his lips. I kiss the corner of his mouth and trail the kisses along his chinbone, down the neck carefully biting his throat before going back to kissing his neck. Jayy’s breathing starts to become very irregular and I smirk as I notice that he’s getting… excited down there. I look at Jayy’s face and smirk as he’s all caught up in the moment. His eyes are closed in pleasure and his mouth is slightly open, letting out silent moans once in a while.  I tug slightly in some of his hair and he accidently releases a loud moan and blushes. I trail the kisses back up his neck, along the chinbone and back to his mouth. This time Jayy takes control over the kiss and licks my lower lip. I open my mouth for him to explore it with his own tongue. After some time we pull away both gasping for air. And we sit up with me sitting in Jayy’s lap.

“I love you so much honey” I whisper, still trying to catch my breath. “Then stay here Dahvie, you don’t have to leave!” He says in a voice pleading me to stay. I don’t say a word, I just look down on the bed and find the letter from my mom and dad. Jayy stares at it and up to me and back again. I give him the letter and turn my gaze down to the bed sheets.

He folds it out and starts reading it. I watch his facial expression go from curious to a mix of sad and angry. He reads it over a few times more to make sure that he read it right. “How can they be such awful parents!?” he almost yells. “I guess they’ve had a lot time to practice” I comment in a dry voice. We look at each other with serious looks on our faces. “I’m still not going to let you go out in the streets, even less now than before” Jayy says in a voice that tells me that there’s no reason to argue, cause he won’t take no for an answer.

We jump up off the bed at the sound of yelling. It’s Deirdre and Stephanie yelling at two way too familiar voices. I move in front of Jayy at the sound of fast footsteps across the living room. We hear more shouting before the door to Jayy’s room swings open and a evil high pitched voice cuts through the noise and tears the air apart. “I count one, two little faggots. Wanna save your little boyfriend there? Then you better go back home with us, you little worthless piece of filthy whore!” my mom laughs evil and stares at me. My dad appears in the doorframe behind her.

Why is it so goddamned impossible to love somebody without getting judged for it!?

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I'm sorry if there's many grammar fails, but I'm so tired right now :c

The clock is 2:09 right now and I've only slept like five or sixhours per night this week :C

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