Beneath The Surface

Chapter 11

Adrien

I persuaded Jamie to sleep shirtless tonight. He seemed reluctant but eventually agreed, thankfully. I go shirtless, too, wanting to be as physically close to him as possible.

He presses his chest against me and slides his legs between mine as I hold him tightly and gaze lovingly into his eyes. He rests his head against my collarbone and we quickly fall asleep.

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I wake with my hands around Jamie's waist and my chest pressed up against his back. His skin is warm and inviting and his shorts hang dangerously low on his hips.

I can't help but think dirty thoughts, my brain working over the experience of exploring Jamie's body last night.

I want him. I want him more than I've ever wanted anything.

I wish I could just...

I carelessly slip my thumb under his waistband and feel his slight oblique muscles under my finger.

"Ian?" He groans, thankfully still half asleep.

I snap my hand back, blushing internally.

I slowly rise from the bed, wrapping him up in the covers and praying that he stays unconscious. He buries his face in the pillows and sleeps with his lips parted slightly as usual.

I imagine his lips doing the most scandalous things, sliding over my skin, pursing around my--

Jesus fucking Christ, what is wrong with me?

I quickly enter the bathroom and lean against the sink, splashing my face with cold water in my best attempts to get my hormones under control.

How does he do this to me?

Nothing about him is sexual. Nothing.

Everything about him is pure and innocent and perfect. Why would I want to ruin that?

Why does he make me this way?

I will never make a move on him. I will never try that. I will never put him in that situation. I will do my best to control myself around him but thank God that he can't read my thoughts.

I fix the fallen shower curtain from last night as I glance around the room, thinking of everything I'd do to him on each surface. I smirk as I think of all the faces he'd make, every noise that he'd try to suppress, and every shaky breath he would take.

Part of me regrets these thoughts because of all he's been through. But then that part shuts up because this is all in my head, anyway.

I turn on the faucet for the bathtub and plug the drain, quickly undressing as the tub fills with warm water.

There's a knock on the door just as I step into the tub.

The knob turns.

"Wait, Jamie!" I call out surprised.

I yank the shower curtain over just as he opens the door.

I see his shadow, and as I immediately think of my boxers on the floor I feel my face heating up, which is an incredibly rare feat.