where truth and fiction meet // buckin

fourteen *

Jonny's POV

I was just laying on the bed, listening to some old eighties songs I used to be in love with as an adolescent. Even though they sounded quite generic now, it was still apart of my childhood and plus, I still found them catchy.

Chris wouldn't leave my mind; every time I'd let him wander out of my head, he always seemed to appear back. I just missed him so fucking much. He's done me wrong, I know, but he's a part of my life now. He matters to me. I just want him back.

I know it wasn't him speaking. It was his anxiety about the paps' actions they could've made talking. He was just so scared. Scared of humiliating consequences. And I get that. But he needs to learn to love who he is, regardless of who the hell he decides to be with. I want him to know that, but I don't want to come crawling back to him. If he really doesn't mean what he said, I hoped he'd come to me.

One half of me says think he won't, though, but the other one says he's the Chris Martin. Of course he will.

Chris' POV

My heart was racing to the maximum with each passing mile to the destination: Jon's. I couldn't think of how to get the words out right. I didn't want to sound cliché; maybe even sound like I don't care about him. Because I do.

I parked my car in his driveway in front of his garage. Once I stopped driving all of the sudden, I never realized how sweaty my hands were. I took a deep breath in, and knew I had to get this over with. I missed him; his touch made just about every aspect of living so much better.

I walked to his front door, knocking on it. I stared down at the ground until he decided to answer. He opened it, and his hear was a mess. "Can I come in, Jay?" I say, eyes full of sorrow and sounding full of love.

He doesn't say anything back; he just moves aside to let me enter.

As I'm finally in the house I clear my throat. "Jon—listen. I know I fucked up. But I came here to explain that my heart speaks louder than words. Especially those words. You never meant any harm. I was an idiot for thinking about what those—paparazzi—would do if they found out about us. But baby—now, I don't care. If I was meant to be with you, there's no hiding it. I shouldn't have been embarrassed by who I genuinely am. And, Jay, I'm in love with you."

I felt so cheesy—like the generic roll for the movie where the actor was trying to win back his love. It needed to be said though, and what no better way to say it other than being cheesy? Exactly. There's no other way.

"And I would do anything to prove that I love you, baby." I step closer to him, our foreheads touching. I saw him close his eyes, taking me in. I pushed my lips to his.

As we got more into it, I wrapped my arms around his waist. Fuck, it felt so good to be back in his arms.

Jonny was so enmeshed in the kiss, as I. We were both in severe need of each other's touch. He pulled away and smiled, "I missed you Chris. I know you didn't mean it. It's all over now. We'll just let the media find out this shit on their own. But let's talk later—right now I need you."

I kissed his jawline, and made my way down his body. "Sit on the couch." i inform.

He does as I ask, and he understands where I'm taking this. His pants are undone. "It's been just two days but it feels like it's been forever," he mumbled,  his pants sliding down to his ankles. I pulled them off the rest of the way. "I know, baby."

As I palm him through his underwear, connecting our lips for the thousandth time. I kept palming him until I felt the hardening erection form beneath me. He moaned, which made me almost quiver.

I pulled his erection out, and I took it in my hand. I ran my hand up and down it, feeling him. "I just wanna fuck you, Jay. Tell me what you want me to do."

"Do it like the other day. But wank me off at the same time."

I nod, pulling his shirt off followed by mine next. When we were both finally shirtless, I felt him attempt to undo the button of my jeans.

I felt myself get more hard as he kept trying to undo it, but failed. He was causing a big amount of friction in my pants, by barely doing anything.

I did on my own instead, removing both pieces of fabric from my body at once in a swift motion. I was now naked, and he turned off the lamp right beside us. It was completely dark, and I think that's what he likes anyways.

*

Honestly, we had really good sex, and it was honestly so well needed. It just felt so great to know he understand my perspective on things. I have another chance of being with Jonny.

(A/N: I don't really feel like writing another complete sex scene smut, but it had an explicit scene in it. so there. now stop going off like it was a horrific disaster in chapter eleven! hahaha I fucking got you guys so bad. you guys are so vulnerable to my writing. I'm kidding! I love you guys. and I can't believe I'm now at 700+ reads and almost one hundred votes! once I hit 1k reads, i'll change the book cover to something that will look 100x better. and hit me up on twitter: my user is the same as this one. @chrisbuckin !!! thanks. I'm always on there.)