Truth or Dare (Jack and Finn Harries fanfiction)

Chapter 62 A Mistake

All day, Jack and I cuddled and ate and kissed. Not once, did he ask for his laptop or even speak of his mothers disappearance. We were far away, only leaving our bed to get more food from the fridge we were emptying, or answer the call of nature.

There had been no sign of Finn coming home nor even a call or text to inform us where he was.

Sometimes I would worry a little about Finn, and then I'd catch my eye on Jack, who had just put aside a search for his mother to please me, and everything outside our bed fell back into irrelevance.

We went to sleep late, holding each other gently. I nuzzled closer into Jack's grip and held his neck and played with his little tuft of hair against his neck. He looked down at me with a coy smile. I was lying up against his torso.

"What?" I laughed a little nervously, at his suspicious, knowing expression.

"Nothing," he laughed, obviously hiding something so I pushed on.

"Tell me, please" I pleaded, now itching to know what he was keeping from me.

"It's just that," He paused to sigh and look me in the eyes.

I had know moved up so that I was making direct and loving eye contact.

"It's just that I'm completely in love with you, Liv"

And I didn't say anything. I just kissed him and touched up his neck and down his pecks and abs.

Jack moved over on top of me and started to kiss me all over. He moved gently along collar bones and then pulled my singlet off, lying it carefully on the floor.

He looked down at my bare chest for a while, and I laughed at his expression of awe.

Jack moved down and pulled his boxer shorts off me and then did the same for himself.

We were both naked.

After a lot of kissing and touching, and Jack confirming that I did in fact want to have sex with him.

We did it.

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What a shock ran through my body when Jack moved himself off from on top of me.

I rolled over facing away from him. And then Jack mimicked my actions, moving to the other side of the bed, feeling the tension in the air.

As I tried to fall asleep, my mind was tangled in a confused knot.

What had just happened?

All day, kissing and cuddling had been simple bliss with Jack. And having sex had just dismantled all ability to ever look at him in a sexual nature again.

It had felt disjointed and unnatural, for both of us. Jack had looked shocked and pained at the idea of me not being the pinnacle of his sexual experiences.

The only assumption I could draw from this empty experience was that Jack and I were not meant to be anything but very good friends.

It was very quiet, as both of us urgently tried to pull ourselves asleep, desperately wanting to escape the stunned and awkward silence.