The Show Must Go On (Jaythan)

A Stolen Shirt

Nathan's POV

I woke up the next morning. Jay was shaking me.

"What time is it?" I mumbled.

"Five o'clock. We've got to get up and going. Leaving at six," Jay replied.

I rolled over. "Ten minutes."

He pushed me off the bed. I yelped as I landed on my backside. "Nope. Ten minutes for you is an hour."

I stood up, looking at him sourly. "Irrelevant." I gathered my clothes and left to shower.

When I came out, I couldn't find my shirt. I wandered, looking for it.

"Jay, have you seen my game over shirt?" I asked, feeling insecure. I crossed my arms across my chest.

He looked up at me for the first time. He grinned quietly and walked over.

"Why? Do you need one?" Jay asked in a seductive voice. He put his hands on my waist. I shivered and welcomed his soft kiss.

"Yeah, kind of. I love that shirt," I whined.

I felt his breath on my collar bone as he leaned to kiss it. Sparks of pleasure shot through me as his lips mapped my skin.

"I like you better like this," he whispered.

It took a lot of self control to lightly shove him away. "Jay, we have to get going soon. Where's my shirt?"

He smiled sheepishly. "I lied. We don't have to go until seven thirty."

I threw my hands up in the air. "Then what'd you wake me up for?!"

"So we can have some time." He was kissing me again. I glanced at the clock. 6:15. We had time.

I kissed him back with force, gripping his shoulders. His hands wandered, feeling my body. Words flashed in my mind. Fat. Weak. Ugly.

He didn't see me in that way.

I tugged lightly at the bottom of his shirt. He pulled it off and stood before me, embarrassed.

He was probably thinking the same words I thought about myself. To show him I didn't agree, I kissed his stomach.

Jay laid me down on the bed. His fingers trailed delicately along my chest as he pressed his lips to mine. I pulled him down, closer, closer, closer until we touched.

I kissed down his neck and around to the back. He started kissing my shoulder and lightly bit me.

"The hell was that for?!" I asked.

He grinned. "Relax, Nath. No one's gonna see."

I went back to kissing his lips passionately. Our bodies moved against each other.

A loud knock on the door startled me into biting Jay's upper lip. He yelped and pulled away from me.

"Boys? Get out here for breakfast!" Tom called.

"Get your shirt on," I hissed.

He complied, while complaining, "You actually bit me!"

I opened the door when everything was clean. "It's not my .fault this time that we're late," I explained, carefully covering the mark Jay made on my shoulder. "Jay has stolen my shirt."

Max chuckled. "That desperate, Jay?"

Jay merely laughed. "Very funny, Max." He wiped blood from his lip.

"What happened to you?" Siva asked.

Jay blinked, then realised what he was talking about. "Oh! Bit myself in my sleep," he lied. He finally took my shirt out of his suitcase and threw it to me. I turned away from the boys and pulled it on.

"Coming," I said as we left our room behind.