When Can I Hear Your Voice?

It Happened Again, But At Jace's -Matt

"You, me, my place, dinner." Jace demands it, and I love the fury in his voice.

"Anything you want." I whisper into his ear

"Right after school, come home with me."

"Will do." I mock. This creates a small smile on his face.

We walk in silence to his house. I wanted to say something to him but I was unsure of what to say. His father was not home so it was just us. He heads right to the kitchen and starts preparing food. He tells me that I will love this dish. I told him that I would love anything he cooked, he doesn't utter a word.

"Please talk to me."

"Oh, sorry I was totally spacing out. We will talk while we are eating dinner."

"Okay." I tried to sound disappointed but I just sounded whinny.

With only a few ingredients he made Kotlety, mini meat patties, and placed them at the table where I had sat down. It smelled amazing, it looked amazing, it tasted amazing. He took a couple and put them on his plate after putting some on mine.

"It's really good."

"We have to talk." He sounded serious but he trailed off.

"You're going to break up with me?" I immediately freaked out, "D-did I do something wrong? Was it because I asked you to marry me?"

"No, Matt no! I love you. I am not going to break up with you, you idiot!" He paused and fiddled with his fork, "This is about the screening."

I let out a sigh of relief, "What happened?" He mumbles something while shoving food into his mouth. "You have to tell me now that you have mentioned it."

He swallowed the rest of his food still not saying a word then he stands up. He drags me away before we even finish dinner, before we really started dinner. I was yanked down the familiar hall; we were headed for his room. He tosses me into the room and shuts the door. Slamming his back on the door, the carpet holds his gaze. His cheeks glow red.

"C-can we do it again?"

"Is this what you wanted to talk about?"

"Partly."

I march up to him and take his hands; "I thought you'd never ask." I smile and take his shirt off, "You are so beautiful."

He kisses me; with his hands on my cheeks I wrap my arms around his waist. I pull him over to the bed. He looks so adorable. Before I realize it he got my pants off and vice versa. I was thrusting lightly and carefully into him. He was letting out light, pleasure moans. His bed was quietly squeaking rhythmically to our bodies.

"Matt, I can't hear." He moans out.

I stop, pulling away. He was mortified; he covers himself with his hands and whips his head away. His blue eyes were squeezed shut, "Jace, honey, look at me." I lift his chin but he keeps his eyes closed, I give him a light kiss, "I don't care. I still love you."

"You what?" he slightly opens his eyes.

"I don't care if you can't hear, I still love you."

"But I am a danger to you!" He springs up, with a concerning look on his face.

"You are more than worth it."

"I'm a senser."

"So?"

"They are trying to find me."

"How do you know what I am saying if you can't hear?" I lay back on his bed, pulling the sheets up trying not to stare and him all out in the open. I will not let anything get in the way of us.

He curls up next to me obviously still on edge, "I can read lips really well. When I first got here it was really hard because I didn't understand the movement of the English language."

"How did you pass the hearing test?"

"The guy was slightly mumbling the words the each song. I know music pretty well for a deaf person. My mom loved music so I guess I get it from her. I started to lose my hearing after the crash when I was four. I heard mummers but when I turned sixteen I lost it completely."

I am at a loss for words so I just hold him. Occasionally I would kissing his forehead, nose or lips. It was pretty early but he fell asleep anyway. The screening probably stressed him out a lot. He looked drained.

I fell into a light slumber, listening to his small little breathes. At some point there was a door that opened and closed. It was his father getting home from work. We both stayed snuggled up to each other. I swear his dad opened the bedroom door but quietly closed it after seeing us. Maybe Jace hasn't been sleeping well or something, he told me about his dad's rules. 'Open door, clothes on.' And we have not exactly followed those rules.

It now being Saturday, we slept until also noon. I woke up earlier than him so I watch him sleep. His face glows in the sun. I brush the hair out of his face; he is curled into a little ball. I notice that he had the ring on. He stirred a couple times. When he did I'd kiss him, it would only be a peck but he would relax. We were still unclothed.

His father opened the door and peaked in, "Good, Matt you are awake. I have to leave for work. Tell him that I will be home late tonight. Also I want to thank you."

"Why?" I croak.

"Jace hasn't slept in a few days. He thinks I don't know but it seems like he is catching up today. Also you got my son to reopen his heart. You are free to eat anything in the kitchen. See you." With that he walks out.

"I was right" I whisper to myself.

A soft pair of lips touches mine; I look down, "Morning Matty." A sleepily smile greets me.

"Morning babe."

"Can we just continue cuddling in the nude?" he grumbles hazily

I let out a little chuckle, "Of course."

"Can we talk too?"

"Yeah."

Silence then, "I wanted to ask, what do your parents do?"

"Well my mom is a famous movie director and my father is a business man, the CEO of a mega corporation. They are almost never at home and they never see each other. I didn't even know how they are still married, probably because they don't have time to fill out divorce paper." He listened as I ranted about my family issues. And after a few hours he says that he should get dress and we should part ways. He was right, even though I want to stay here with him in my arms; I didn't tell anyone that I was going to stay at Jace's. Otto is probably going to kill me.