Jason's POV
"Ahh.” I moaned and speeded up.
Flashback to yesterday
"No, don’t even say that! You may never leave me," Christine whispered, terrified of the thought about me committing suicide.
I took her soft hands in mine and kissed her knuckles.
"Don’t worry. I never will.”
End of flashback
Just the thought of her beautiful face, that had looked so worried and vulnerable. Oh, it was much better than p0rn.
When I mastvrbated, it was Christine that I used as… well, my inspiration. Whether I wanted it or not. She was constantly on my mind.
I threw my head back and enjoyed the feeling as my sp3rm squirted out from the tip.
There was a knock on my door, but I didn’t answer.
"Jason, there’s meeting downstairs.” Calvin's voice growled outside the door.
If it had been Gabriel or Dakota, I would’ve told them to fuck off. But I had more respect for Calvin. He was actually one of the few people I did respect.
With a sigh, I wiped the sp3rm away with the sheet and got up. I quickly got in some gray sweatpants, but was otherwise bare-chested. I didn’t really liked wearing shirts.
In the middle of a yawn, I stepped into the living room, and saw to my surprise Mason sit at the poker table.
The little fat man, with only few black hairs left on his head. Once a guy named Duckless had called Mason fat. And you might ask who Duckless is? Yeah, exactly.
"Well, hello isn’t that Jason McCann!” Mason exclaimed ironic and stood up from the chair.
"Hello Mason,” I said and hugged him quickly and superficially.
"Good to see you again, my boy," he smiled.
"We were just talking about our robbery of Haminton. The one we did last week,” Calvin snarled, probably annoyed by my interruption.
"Oh we don’t want to talk about that right now!” Mason exclaimed once again.
I shot Calvin a confused glare. Mason didn’t want to talk about money? What is happening?
"Jason, why haven’t we seen you down at 69 Cuffs? It’s been several weeks.” he continued
" Well, I've been busy.” I said, scratching my neck.
"Busy with Christine,” Dakota sang quietly. I l furious looked down on him. Gabriel was laughing with him. They always acted like fucking tittie-milk suckers.
"Christine? Do we have a new lady in the house?” Mason smiled.
I looked down at the table and laughed.
"Kind of.”
"Kind of? That's not an answer! Do you get pvssy yes or no?” Mason laughed.
I laughed with him, even though it was all faked. I couldn’t tell them I hadn’t fucked Christine yet. They would think I was becoming a twat.
"Take her with you when you visit us at Cuffs on... Friday.”
Mason's voice sounded much more certain now, almost commanding.
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Precious (Justin Bieber as Jason McCann)
Fanfiction"YOU DON'T OWN ME!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, pushing him away. He violent pinned me back against the wall, and whispered in my ear, "If I can't have you, no one can." They all think he's insane, but she knows.. He's not mad. He's in love. ...
