I was awakened early in the morning by Finn. He was almost naked, but had found it too hard to get his pants all the way off so he had fallen on to the bed, snoring, with his pants around his ankles.
I watched him sleep for a bit before getting up and taking off his pants and underwear.
It was hard to comprehend how perfect he looked. His strong legs tensed and wriggled a little. At his mid thigh his light olive tan mixed with his creamy white flesh making a delicate tan line up his legs. His bum having seen little sun these hot burning days remained a beautiful translucent porcelain. He had deep dimples on each cheek and on the sides of his buttocks were carved muscle. The colour and the perfection reminded me of the white marble sculptures Michael Angelo created. Beautiful.
I urged myself to pull the sheets that were clustered in a pile on my side I the bed over his naked body. I sighed in disappointment as his perky bum disappeared under the blankets.
Leaving his room, I went to my own to change into something that smelled less of Jack's scent. Every breath I inhaled of Jack's spicy, masculine aroma, the thoughts that had been simmering within me grew.
Bad thoughts that felt good. Thoughts of truth or dare. Thoughts of Jack imagining me as he masterbated. Thoughts of us kissing that secret kiss over and over again like it was on a continuous reel in my head. Thoughts of what ifs.
What if I had stayed with him when he had asked me to.
What if my mum is right.
What if I'm blowing this crush for Jack out of proportion because I was missing something with Finn.
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Truth or Dare (Jack and Finn Harries fanfiction)
FanfictionSex. Kiss a girl. Smoke weed. Achieve 100% drunkness. Have a hangover. Skinny dip. Flash a stranger. Spin the bottle. Truth or dare. Liv lost touch with her childhood friends, Jack and Finn. Which is why she is so surprised when they invite her on a...