.MAGCON IMAGINES.

Jack Gilinsky - Careless boyfriend

"Come here, let me put some sun block on you," I said setting my stuff down to the sand. Jack scoffed and shook his head.

"I don't need that, I don't get burnt," he stated as it was an ancient wisdom, that Jack Gilinsky can't get burnt.

"You sure baby? Because it's pretty bad out there in the sun," I said raising my eyebrows at him. I knew he was wrong, but if he wanted to be reckless, I was no one to stop him. I assumed he was mature enough to decide if he cares enough for his skin to protect it.

"One hundred percent. I'll be okay," he waved in dismiss and then ran over to the boys to join in the soccer game.

"That's gonna hurt bad," I told myself looking at him as he ran around shirtless. I could almost feel his skin getting burnt, but it was none of my business.

Unlike him, I took good care of my skin, used sun block and tried not to become a roasted chicken by staying in the shadow for most of the time. We spent hours on the beach and my mind was telling me to go to Jack and just spill something on him, but I wanted him to learn the lesson, so I stopped myself. At the end of the day I could see his struggle as he got into the car. He was obviously in pain but refused to admit it, instead he just tried to play it cool while his skin started to turn into a bright red color.

"You okay, baby?" I asked as we got home and he was moving a bit weird. To be honest, I was enjoying the situation more than I probably should have, but I didn't care.

"Uh, sure, I'll just have a shower," he nodded walking into the bathroom as if he was in slow motion. I bit my bottom lip to stop myself from laughing.

I heard him hiss as the water started running and without a word I gathered everything that he needed. When he came out with a towel wrapped around his waist I was already in the bedroom waiting for him with all my supplies. He froze for a moment as he saw me sitting on the bed with all kind of creams and stuff smiling at him sweetly.

"What?" he asked still pretending like he wasn't about to burn to death.

"May I help you?" I asked simply.

"What do you mean?"

"Baby, give up, you look like a giant tomato. Let me take care of you."

"I don't know what you are talking about, I'm totally fine, I'm just red because we played a bit too much." He waved in dismiss but even this small movement was hard for him to perform, I could see his pain in his eyes.

"Oh, really? Because I thought we could have some fun then," I said getting into his little game.

"What kind of fun?" he asked furrowing his eyebrows at me.

"I was thinking about some ground whacking, sweaty and amazing sex there I scream and dug my nail into the your back and scratch your skin with my perfectly manicured nails leaving marks on you," I told him showing off my long, acrylic nails to make him cringle even more. I knew that even the thought of the scene spent chills down his spine wanting to scream in pain.

"Uh, I would rather not," he whispered looking at me with wide eyes.

"And why not, baby? I thought you would never turn down an offer like this," I said pouting my lips at him.

"Because I would pee myself in pain, fucking hell! Okay, I give up, I got sun burnt and it hurts like a motherfucker!" he yelped shutting his eyes closed as he sat down to the edge of the bed.

"It was time that you admitted it," I smirked scooting closer to him. I gently put my arms around his neck kissing into his hair.

"I'm sorry I didn't listen to you, I'm so sorry," he mumbled turning his head so he could see me.

"It's okay. Come on, let me take care of my careless boyfriend," I laughed letting go of him.

He lay down to the bed facing the mattress and finally let me spread some smoothing cream all over his burnt body.

"God, it's so painful," he hissed as I softly rubbed the cream into his skin.

"I told you, but you had to be such a stubborn jerk."

"I know, I'm sorry," he sighed relaxing under my touch as the cream started to ease his pain.

"I hope you learned the lesson. Or should I slap your back?" I teased him and he jumped up immediately looking at me with wide eyes.

"Don't you dare! I would literally die!" he screamed like a little girl protecting his body with his arms. I just laughed at his reaction and put all my stuff away.

"Come on, little lobster, let's get some rest. It'll be better in the morning."

He crawled into the bed next to me, carefully finding the best position, but I could tell he was soaring badly, because he wouldn't stop moaning every other minute. I shouldn't have enjoyed his misery that much, but I warned him, so I had every right to laugh at him. My little tomato.