When The Clock Strikes Twelve (BoyxBoy)

Chapter Thirty-Nine; "Reunited And It Feels So Good."

(Chapter Song; Reunited because Im corny as fuck and this song is equally cheesy and romatic 😂)

Jason's POV

Opening my eyes and realizing where I was hit me hard.

My old bedroom was exactly the way I left it. Blink 182, Green Day and ACDC posters were scattered across the walls (My first crush was Billie Joe Armstrong stfu) - I even found my first Playboy magazine stuffed under the mattress.

The door still had my height measuring marks on it as well as pictures of me and my old friends stapled to some wooden plank at my desk.

It was like serious memories floating around me. I mean come on, I descovered masterbation in this room. Its engraved in me.

That sounded wrong. Oh well.

I looked at the time, cringing, 12:30pm. I slept in?

Well, I couldnt fall asleep last night so that explains it.

I widened my eyes realizing that Justin was meant to be here at one, "Fuck."

I quickly sat up, rushing to my old cupboard to find something to wear - but as fucking usual, I'm stupud and forgot that I'd done some serious growing in five years so none of this shit will fit me.

But damn itd all fit Justin...

I shook my head, "I cant wear this crap. I stink." I grumbled, scratching the back of my head.

I didnt want to smell like Body Odor when I see Justin. I'll obviously wan to cuddle him, but I literally smell like I've gone for a three mile run.

I organized with Zayn last night for him to drop Justin off here... I refuse to talk to Niall the backstabbing mother fucker.

"You look panicked?" A chuckle came from the door, to which I looked to see Dean leaning against the frame of it.

"I dont have any clothes and I need a shower." I sighed.

"Right. Cause your boyfriend's coming." Dean nodded, "You can borrow a shirt and sweat pants from me if you want."

I pursed my lips, "Yeah, I guess."

Dean smiled a bit, "Alright. I'll grab them for you." He went to walk off.

"Uh wait," I stopped him, waiting for him to face me, "Um, could you please try not to scare my boyfriend today? Like I mean you all need to be pretty laid back with him. He's not like every guy out there."

"What do you mean?" Dean pursed his lips.

"He's special." I bit my bottom lip, "Innocent. Perfect... just, he has like a... well kinds a disability but he's literally the best thing in my life so dont be like you normally are with people who are different." I swallowed, not wanting Dean to be a complete tool.

He was a prick to a lot of people.

Dean half smiled, "I have changed Jason." He shook his head, "I know I used to pick on kids for a lot of things, but I work with people with disabilities now."

"You do?" I furrowed my brows.

"Yeah. I'm a certified teacher too. I used to work at schools and youth groups." Dean chuckled, "And kids love me."

I snorted, "You sure about that?"

"Fuck yes." Dean scoffed as he laughed, "I'm even starting a coaching position for a local soccer club too. And the sign up list is pending with kids wanting in because they all adore me."

I chuckled a bit, "Cocky still? Go get me the clothes." I shook my head.

-

I sprayed myself with some random cologne in the bathroom, before stepping out of the room and down to the lounge room where my family sat.

They were watching TV as well as talking to each other.

Mum looked up at me and smiled, "You look nice."

I rose a brow. I was literally only wearing a shirt and sweat pants (of course underwear too). It wasnt anything fancy.

I shrugged, "Whatever..."

Dad cleared his throat, "I can go and get you some clothes today if you want? Your mother and I are shopping at three so then you wont be stuck wearing the same clothes."

"Its fine. My boyfriend's bringing me a bag of my stuff." I purposely said boyfriend, hoping that they really well and truly understood I had one. I still dont trust them.

Dad nodded slowly, before a knock on the door interrupted us.

It was just a few minutes after one so I was sure it was the boy I was waiting for.

"I'll get it." I told them all, not wanting them to be the first thing Justin saw.

Fuck no. I want his eyes on me. Because I'm selfish.

I rushed to the door, cringing at the feeling of the ankle moniter as I opened it.

"Jasey!" A squeal errupted and soon I was catching my excited boyfriend as he leapt onto me.

Zayn placed a backpack inside, nodding at me with a smile, "I've got to go, great seeing you." Zayn quickly said, "Call me if or when he needs to be picked up." He told me, before we both said goodbye.

Justin buried his face into my neck, "We can have sex now!" He shouted, causing me to snort out a laugh.

I held onto him tightly and laughed softly, "God I've missed you so much." I rubbed his sides, kicking the door shut.

Justin giggled, "Danny missed you too!" He pushed his plush toy into my face, forcing me to give it a kiss.

I smiled doing so, "Thanks, but I think I prefer your kisses over Danny's baby."

Justin gasped as if I'd said the most horrid thing, pulling away and placing his feet on the ground.

"Dont you listen to him Danny, you give the bestest kisses ever." Justin huffed, cuddling Danny with a scowl on his face.

I pouted, "Awe arent my kisses good enough?"

"I wouldnt know. You havent been around to kiss me." Justin grumbled with a frown.

I sighed, knowing how grumpy Justin would probably be with me... but I couldnt blame him.

"I know. I'm really sorry-"

"Why's Mr. Dean here? I dont wanna go to school!" Justin gasped dramatically, eyes going wide at someone behind me.

I turned to look at Dean in confusion, "Mr. Dean?"

Dean widened his eyes, "You're dating Justin? The kid I taught last year?"

"You taught my boyfriend?" I asked in shock.

Dean chuckled a bit, "Yes. Justin was the most difficult kid I've ever had to teach."

"You are a stupid buttface. Why is he here, Jasey? He never let me play with Danny! He's rude!" Justin hugged my arm, looking up at me with a pout.

I narrowed my eyes at Dean.

"Why the hell couldnt he play with Danny?" I asked.

"Because he would sit in the corner all day refusing to communicate with anyone... It was my job. Sorry." Dean held his hands up defensively.

"Well if Justin doesnt like you for being rude, then I dont like you either." I shrugged, feeling my lips twitch into a sly grin.

Justin giggled, "Yeah! Now leave."

"I live here." Dean snorted.

"Jason, make him leave." Justin huffed.

"I cant. He's my brother." I chuckled a bit.

"What?" Justin looked up at me horrified - it was as if I killed his favorite cartoon character.

"Babe, calm down." I smiled, "This is my family's house... its where I grew up. Dean is my older brother."

"Your brother is a poo." Jason pulled back, cuddling Danny while glaring at Dean.

I smiled, shaking my head. God it was so good to see Justin again. He never fails to surprise me.