Playing The Game

Chapter 3

Jesse

Okay, me and Oliver didn't work out. But he's like my best friend now. I have a crush on one of the guys who hated me though... Michael. He came out to me, and we're friends I guess.

"Jesse, wait up." He yells. I stop, waiting for him to catch up. He smiling softly before stopping me.

"Hey, are you okay?" He asks softly. I look up at him, biting my lips before kissing his. He gasps and pulls back, me realizing what I did and running away. I hide in a stall inside the boys bathroom, crying.

"Fuck!" I cry.

"Jesse, come out." Mikey says gently. I slowly step out, biting my lip as I shake violently. He pulls me out of the bathroom and walks to an empty classroom.

"D-don't hurt me please! Don't hurt me like before!" I cry. His mood totally drops.

Michael

Hearing the guy I love say that... it physically hurt me. I... I can't believe I ever hurt him that bad...

"Jesse, baby, I-I couldn't. I love you..." I choke out, hugging him. He cries into my chest and hugs back, his hands on my shoulder blades.

"I-I really l-like you." He coughs. I kiss his lips softly, holding his cheeks. He kisses back, hands in my soft brown hair. I move mine to his butt, grabbing it to pull him as close as I can. He gasps and moans into my mouth, his bulge against mine. I groan and grind into him.

"Fuck, come on let's go home." I say. He nods and follows me out to my car, climbing into after I open the door. He pulls me down for one sweet kiss, holding my shirt in his fists.

"I love you, I always did." He whispers against my lips. I smile and walk to the other side. He unzips my pants, smirking and massaging my bulge. I moan, his lips attaching onto my neck. I pull into my driveway, climbing out and pulling him with me. Once we get to my apartment, I push him against the wall, kissing him. He rips my shirt off, kissing down my chest before pulling my pants down.

~♡~
Jesse

"God I love you..." He pants. I snuggle into his arms, kissing his neck softly. I stay quiet, holding onto the extremely hot boy next to me. "Baby?" He asks.

"Hmm?" I ask softly.

"You alright?" He asks, tracing shapes on my back.

"Yeah, just tired." I mumble. He kisses my forehead, holding me close.

"I hope you know that I'm not all about sex. Though it's nice, I just need contact. I need to hold you, hold your hand, kiss you, cuddle you, have you play with my hair. I just need you." He tells me, playing with my dark hair. He kisses my lips softly, smiling.

"I'm the same way." I mumble, reaching my hand up and gently running it through his hair. He smiles more, nuzzling my neck. I place soft kisses down his jaw, nudging his head up to kiss him. He smiles and keeps kissing me, pulling me into his lap.

"You're so cute." He mumbles. I kiss his cheek, smiling.

"You are too." I tell him. I roll off him, laying on my side.

"Baby? You okay?" He asks. I nod, yawning.

"I'm sleepy, babe." I yawn. He lays down, pulling me close and snuggling up to my back.