CHASTITY (Discontinued)

Just One More

Part 2 of my holiday trilogy. However, there chapters have nothing to do with Christmas.
I think I'm required to say that this part has some slight graphic material so if it makes you uncomfortable skip the last couple of pages.

Song of the chapter: the Shoop Shoop Song

Chapter 11: Just One More

Jake

"One day you'll be good at soccer," Tye said. I could barely focus on our conversation. Last week was much more complicated than it should have been. The whole situation with the flash drive was traumatic. On top of that, Max kept finding his way into my mind. It's so irritating! Every time I go through my daily routine my mind travels to his unique personality, his hair, those eyes, his lips...

Shut up!

"Jake!" Tye shouted. Oh yeah, I never responded.

"I think it'll take a really long time before I even recover before I get better," I joked. I may be able to heal quickly, but my endurance clearly needs improvement.

My parents returned the other day from Chicago, but I have yet to tell them about my abilities. I was basically was the runt of the family because I was the last to get my powers, but I also got sucky powers. If they thought that Raven's clairvoyant abilities were bad, then mine must be awful. What's so useful about a boy who can rapidly heal himself. That's just selfish! I mean, I guess I could save people without inflicting any damage from the situation, but I don't have the athleticism to do so. Just as I finished my thought, I see Stacy strutting towards us.

"Hey guys, what's up?" she greets cheerfully.

"Hey Stacy. Jake and I were just-" Tye begins before being interrupted by Stacy.

"No one cares. Ari and I are hosting a small party at my house and it's totally byob if you don't like whiskey," she stated.

Not another party.

"I think I'm going to have to pass," I said. "Me and parties don't exactly agree."

"Oh come on. Don't be lame," Stacy says mockingly. From over her shoulder, I see Max and my heart flutters a bit.

"If I go to your party will promise not to let me get drunk and sleep with someone I barely know?" I asked trying to hurry this process along, while making sure I don't repeat history.

"No promises!" she jokes, smiling ear to ear.

"Perfect," I grumble before gently pushing her aside, and speed walked towards Max, who hadn't seen me coming yet.

Max

"Let go of me!" I yelled at this mysterious girl, who dragged me all the way to this hallway.

"Just stand here," she ordered before sprinting away.

What the hell was that about?

I was just minding my business, and out of nowhere, this brunette grabbed me. Standing here confused, I felt something else coming towards me fast. As I turned, I see Jake coming at me and before I had the chance to run, he grabbed me and forced me into the nearest janitor closet.

"Why are you avoiding me?" he asks breathless. Seeing his chest move up and down does something to me that I can't even explain.

"Usually people don't just stand there when they see someone chasing them," I bit back. If this was going to happen, I wasn't going down without a fight.

"I'm talking about the other times! You ignored my messages, my calls, in class," he explained. As he calmed, he pointed a finger at me. "You had no right to kiss me and shut me out like that! No explanation! No reasoning!"

I knew he was mad!

I grabbed at whatever behind me to defend myself against his wrath. I think it was toilet paper. How is that going to work? "I'm sorry! What do you want me to say?" I asked feeling victimized. I refused to make eye contact with him and his beautiful green eyes. "I-I thought you would mad at me."

His hand caressed my jaw, and made me look at him. His eyes were soft but the rest of his face looked confused. As if he was figuring what he should do next. Perhaps let me go...

No, kiss me.

Shut your face!

I don't have a face...

Stop talking to me.

You know you want as much as I do.

Suddenly, I felt something pulsate through me. Like something was radiating from Jake. I didn't know what was until I my blood started traveling south. "What are you doing to me?" I whispered, secretly hoping he didn't hear that.

"You feel it too," he whispers, an inch away from my face. He lowers his head at a slight angle, moving closer, and I drop the roll of tissue paper.

This can't be happening. This isn't real. I have to be dreaming. The presence of his lips against mine tells me otherwise. They were so soft, and tasted like mangos. After about 15 seconds of pressing his face against mine, he slowly backed away. He looked deep into my eyes, and I could see that he wanted more. I place my hands around his lower back and pull him towards me. His lips were against mine, but this time they moved in sync. His chest was pressed against mine. His legs were weaved with mine. His groin rubbed against mine, and it was obvious he was enjoying this as much as me.

His right hand slid behind my neck, setting off all my sensitive nerves. I quivered a bit into the kiss. His left hand rest on my hip , touching the small portion of skin that wasn't completely covered by my shirt and pants. I felt waves of pleasure shooting up my body every time our hardened members moved against each other. This made me moan in his mouth. At this point we were full on grinding against each other.

His lips moved from my lips, to my cheek, my jaw, and my neck. This causes me to buck my hips into his, pulling out m grunt from him, which was the sexiest thing I have ever heard. His lips is making me lose it. Waves of pleasure keeps hitting me, one after the other.

"Jake," I whisper. I couldn't get any words out due the immense amount of pleasure. I need to warn him to stop before I hit my limit. "Please, stop."

My breath was taken away from me. My heartbeat skyrocketed, and I could feel it happening soon. I squeezed his arm in a desperate attempt to get his attention.

"Jake please, I can't take it," I choke out before breaking into a fit of moans. I shove my hand into my mouth to keep my screams from being heard. I feel a build up of moisture in my pants, and it's kinda gross.

"Are you okay?" he asked, finally coming up for air. His eyes followed mine down to my pants, where there was a wet spot on my pocket. His face blushes rosy red, which would have turned me on 30 seconds ago. "I'm sorry. I couldn't control myself."

He bends down and picks up the roll of toilet paper that I dropped and rips off a bunch of it. He then shoves his hand and the ball of paper into my pants, and I would be lying if I said I wasn't shocked and a bit turned on. After he's done wiping my flaccid penis, he retreats his hand.

"Is that better?" he asks innocently.

"Well, it doesn't fix the stain, but it'll do," I say. Then I remember I have a class to get to. I probably didn't here the bell because of my excessive moaning. The last thing I wanted was to be ripped away from this moment, so I steal one last kiss before leaving. "I'm sorry, I have to get to class."

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