Jump. //Jai Courtney Fanfiction

twenty-eight

Ayla

July 17th:

I roll my head over on my pillow and see 7:17 on my alarm clock. The faint sound of a lawn mower pulled me from my comfortable slumber. I reach over next to me and realize that Jai isn't there. It must be him mowing. I can smell coffee wafting down the hall, practically making me drool.

My phone shows its lovely daily weather alert while I saunter into the kitchen. Another 96° day, with a heat index of 104°. Christ. Apparently, even this early, it's already nearly hit the high. The blueberry smell gets stronger as I pour a mug of coffee. I peak out the kitchen window and see that Jai is in the front yard. Shirtless. It's not even 7:30. It really must be hot. A perfect view to drink my coffee to.

I grab my cup, my phone, toss on some shorts and sneak onto the front porch. The stillness of the disgusting humid air hits me in the face immediately. I plop down on the bench that sits next to the front door. Jai has his headphones in and is clearly dancing to whatever he's listening too. He's also starting to sweat and his glistening back looks delicious. My mind is already diving into sexual thoughts about what I want to be doing to him right now. Thank God my period ends today. This is what happens when you are separated from your adonis for so long. You're horny as fuck and your period is due.

He has no idea I'm out here, so he continues to dance while doing a damn good job of cutting the grass. I can also hear him quietly singing a few lyrics, but I have no idea what the words are. This will make for a great sneaky video though. So that's exactly what I do. I manage to take a couple short clips of him shaking his money maker. I can't wait to send him one of these while he's off filming next time. Embarrass him a bit. That'll be fun.

After another moment of day-dreaming at Jai my eyes get distracted my someone who also seems to be staring at him. Jacob. He's walking to his car, clearly about to leave for work from the looks of his attire. Navy blue dress pants, white button up with his sleeves rolled and his holster conveniently resting against his flanks. Something I've never actually seen on him. The buttons on his shirt were unhooked a quarter of the way down, exposing a peek of his tanned skin. He normally has a suit jacket on from the glimpses I've caught when I am either running out the door for work or seeing him come home. He's smoking a cigarette and glaring at Jai. I don't think he notices me at first because the look on his face is a bit covetous. It's almost as if he's checking him out. I swore I saw Jacob puff his chest out while he was watching.

Jai was still lost in his own world with his music but as I look at them both, their body language makes it all too clear. If I didn't know better I'd say they're showing off for each other. Some masculine, competitive uproar over nothing. While pulling a long drag of his smoke, Jacob notices me smirking as I'm thinking about these two, he offers a large smile with a nonchalant wave. I mirror his actions which was enough to catch Jai's attention. He barely looks to our neighbor while his eyes now stay on me until he climbs in the driver's seat of his Ford. When he finishes the last three swipes of the yard, Jai shuts off the mower and pulls it in my direction, heading towards the garage. He winked at me while he walked to put it away.

I watched with smiling eyes, my elbow resting on my crossed knee and my hand on my chin as he makes his way back up the sidewalk. He pulls his earbuds from his ears and shoves them into his pocket. My gaze is stuck on his dampened chest, short hairs making a delectable pathway down his abdomen before disappearing beneath those low-hanging shorts. His muscles defined  thanks to the glistening sweat that lays across them. I can't help but lick my lips while I pray for tomorrow.

"Why did you get up so early to mow?" I ask him.

"I figured I would get it over with, before it got too fuckin' hot. Seems that was pointless," he chortled, grabbing his tee-shirt thathung on the bench next to me.