The alcohol slips down my throat effortlessly. My skin feels hot and raw. I don’t know how many drinks I’ve had… I lost count an hour ago. The rave has strengthened since we first arrived. I don’t know where any of my friends are. I was with Finn before my blackout, but now he’s gone.
I lay down on a wooden crate with some girl I met who decided to share her vodka. She seems very friendly, and I like the way her fingers interlock with mine playfully. What am I doing? What time is it? What if everyone already left in the taxis and forgot about me? It feels like I’ve been inside this warehouse for ages.
My ears have adjusted to the music and my eyelids feel heavy. The girl beside me is laughing hysterically and repeating a sentence over and over again. I don’t care enough to listen… my eyes just fixate on the tattoo on the side of her neck. They’re three small bluebirds in a row, with their wings spread out. It’s a small and very pretty tattoo. It makes me feel a little more relaxed.
My eyes scan over the pulsating crowd of people. I danced for so long that I nearly collapsed, and I can’t go back over there. My eyes latch onto a familiar face and I can’t hold in a drunken cry of relief.
“Hey!” I scream, jumping to my feet and running towards him.
Finn turns to find me and smiles halfheartedly. I stumble right before I reach him and almost face-plant onto the ground. His hands grab me and save me from a truly embarrassing moment. Finn helps me get back to my feet and I realize how dizzy and unsteady I am.
“Ashley… where have you been?” his speech is slightly slurred and I giggle.
“I’ve been here!” I reply, “Looking for you.”
My fingertips trace small circles on his partially exposed, flawless chest. He bites his lip and looks my body over boldly. His breath smells like rum and my knees almost buckle underneath me. It reminds me of something but I forget what exactly.
“You were really looking for me?” his eyes widen in hopefulness.
“Of course I was…” I give him a soft peck on the lips, “I never want to be without you.”
Finn smiles in an uncontrollable happiness. He grabs my hand and pulls me through the crowd towards the exit. I look around and spot a lot of people that I have danced with and shared illegal things with. I’ve made so many new friends… I don’t feel as lost and ignored like I did when I first stepped inside this warehouse.
When I step outside, my body is shaken by the cool air. I take in a deep breath and feel like an enormous weight has been lifted off of my chest. Everything is still spinning around, but the fresh air helps wake me up from my drunken vacancy.
“We all left an hour ago, Ash,” he tells me calmly, “I was the only one sober enough to realize you didn’t make it back home with us. I thought you had just gotten in another taxi, at first.”
“You… you’re the only one that noticed?” I have trouble wrapping my thoughts around that.
“Sadly. But as soon as I realized, I drove back here to look for you,” his voice is smooth and indulgent.
“You’ve been drinking!”
“I haven’t had that much, Ash. I know my limits.”
I start to laugh helplessly, but he doesn’t seem so amused. We finally make it to his car, and he opens one of the back doors for me.
“Here, you can lie across the backseat.”
His eyes and cheekbones are magnetic. I’m pulled closer to him in a passionate outburst. My lips crash with his desperately and my hands form around his stern jawline. His hold around my body tightens and I love the feel of his lean, muscular body against mine.
He pulls away and looks me deep in the eyes. I’m caught off guard by the intense, honest look on his face. My eyes move down to stare at the blue button up shirt around his body. I feel out of breath as I try to remember if Finn was wearing this shirt the last time I saw him…
He pulls himself into the backseat, and I crawl in with him. The door is slammed behind me and we’re consumed by the silence and darkness inside of his car. All I can hear is the sound of his breathing and my own heartbeat. My face feels flustered and his hands are doing amazing things to my body. I can’t think about anything other than his lips.
Every time our mouths disconnect I want to kiss him again. An uncontrollable desire burns in the core of my body. I manage to pull myself away from him and look his entire body over.
My eyes widen and I can’t breathe at all.
“Jack.”
The corner of his mouth twitches into a devilish grin, “Yeah?”
I feel like someone just punched me in the gut. I mistook Jack for Finn… and now I’m addicted to the taste of his lips and the unyielding pleasure inside of his hands. I can’t stop myself. Once my body twists into Jack’s again, I have trouble regretting my stupid mistake. He noticed I was gone when no one else did. He came back for me. Jack genuinely cares about me.
Our mouths knot together heatedly while he unbuckles his pants and pushes them down to his ankles. He sits in the center of the backseat as I peel off my pants and underwear. We don’t stop kissing for a second.
Jack starts to moan while I straddle him. I can feel him start to push deeper inside of me, making my bones dissolve. He takes my shirt off for me. Jack’s lips move over my skin gently and lovingly while I ride him. Husky sighs and pleasure-filled moans are all I hear from him, which only makes me roll my hips along his faster.
Jack clenches his jaw and throws his head back. He presses his fingertips into me and guides my hips forcefully. His eyes close and I ride the mind-blowing hills of our orgasms, watching him grunt and sigh as he climaxes inside of me. I don’t remember ever being this attracted to a man in my entire life.
I start to kiss his neck, still moving up and down on his hard dick. Jack shudders helplessly and pulls my body closer. The windows all around us have become fogged with our warm breath. My head is still spinning… my body is still connected with Jack’s. My palm rests against his bare chest and I can feel his heart beat thunderously.
“You were really looking for me?” he whispers to me again through the darkness, still panting.
“Of course I was…” I repeat in a tender, dazed voice, “I never want to be without you, Jack.”
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Travel (A Jack and Finn Harries Fanfiction)
Fanfic"It’s something that should have never happened. It’s so hard for me to regret it, though. Everything about him was perfect. Everything about him still is perfect." Ashley is hesitant to travel back to California, the place she used to call home. Bu...
