Becoming Bone (ON HOLD TO REWRITE)

Chapter 6

Jace's Pov.

After group I had to go to the hospital to get tubed. I wanted to jump out of the car the entire way there. But, even though maybe I should've (ha, joke), I didn't. It wasn't really painful but it was extremely uncomfortable. They had a hard time putting it in because of my gag reflexes and I'd start gagging and puking. 

Eventually they got it to stay though. I was on edge the drive back to the Terrence house. When I got back the guys gave me looks of pity, which only pissed me off. I don't want their pity. I'm tired of it. I thought that of all people, they'd at least understand it. I made my way up to my room to find Oliver sleeping in my bed. I couldn't help but smile. I walked over and gently shook his shoulder. His eyes fluttered open and I gave him a small smile.

"Hey." I say simply.

"Hey." he says smiling back. That is until he notices the tube. His smile falters and so does mine. I don't want his pity. "I'm sorry." he whispers.

"Don't be. And don't give me your pity. I don't want it. So please, don't look at me like that. Please." I say to him. I try to keep the irritation out of my voice but it's hard. He averts his eyes down to the ground.

"Sorry." he whispers again. I sigh.

"It's fine. I guess I better get used to it since it seems that that's all I'm gonna be getting now." I say rudely with exhaustion lacing my voice.

"Sorry." he mumbles again.

"Please stop apologizing?" I ask him

"Sor- I mean, uh, okay." he stumbles out. "Sor- or my bad for sleeping in your bed. But are you okay? I mean considering the circumstances." he asks. When I look in his eyes the look of pity is gone, replaced by genuine concern. It makes me smile.

"Ya I'm good, considering the circumstances. Sorry for being an ass. I guess I'm just tired of being pitied, you know?" I ask/say to him. He smiles when I apologize.

"It's okay." he tells me and scoots over so I can sit down. When I do he lays his head on my lap closing his eyes, then quickly reopening them.

"Is this okay?" he asks uncertain.

"Perfect." I say. He closes his eyes again and I stare at him. He's so beautiful and he doesn't even notice. He could have anyone, guy or girl, if he was more confident. I know I shouldn't be thinking like this. I know I shouldn't like him. That it'll only complicate things. But I can't help it. He's just so... perfect. I have no idea why he's into me. I mean look at me. I'm a wreck. An ugly, fat, stupid, mess. He probably doesn't even like me. He's just caught up in it and feels bad for me. I mean, who wouldn't? A cold laugh escapes my lips and Oliver's eyes open to look at me. I just run my hands through his hair and he smiles.

"Aren't I supposed to make you feel better?" he asks me.

"You are. Besides, I'm fine." I tell him, lying about the second part.

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Oliver's Pov.

We stay up there like that until lunch. surprisingly, Jace sits at the table with us. I guess it's because he has nothing else to do. He sits where he usually does. It's the same as normal, except he doesn't have a plate.

"What? Nothing for me? How cold." he says jokingly. The others look at him like he's going to snap at any second.

"Can you guys not look at me like that. I'm not going to break just because I got tubed. It's still the same me." he says, trying to get things back to normal. Will is the first to speak.

"Really? I mean I just thought that you got abducted by alien and you were here to get the rest of us. If that's not the case, welcome back." he says laughing. Jace smiles at him, obviously grateful. Everyone else seems to loosen up and the conversation flows naturally. I join in here and there. Nobody complains about eating and I think it has something to do with the fact that Jace is tubed, so he can't even refuse, so the rest do our best eat.

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After lunch Jace grabs my hand and pulls me upstairs with him. I don't question him until we're in our room and he's pulling me into a hug. He holds me tight and I hug him back.

"What was that for?" I ask him shyly when he lets go.

"Nothing." he says sitting down on his bed, pulling me into his lap. I feel my cheeks heat up as our bodies press against each other. I'm nervous but I like this feeling. A lot.

Jace's Pov.

I don't know where this surge of confidence came from. All I know is that I want Oliver. Right now. I wrap my arms around his waist and rest my chin on his shoulder. I see his face redden and it's adorable. He's tense at first but quickly relaxes his body into mine. I kiss his neck and I feel his breath hitch. I keep giving him soft kisses, wanting more.

"Oliver." I whisper and pull away. He turns his head to look at me. I lean forward to kiss him and he closes his eyes. I stop short. His eyes flicker open in confusion.

"Sorry." I say quietly. Even though my tube is in through my nose doesn't make it any less gross. "You probably don't want to kiss me with this tube. It's disgusting. Sorry. I just wasn't think-" I get cut off by Oliver's lips softly pressing against mine. I kiss him and he kisses me back. I stop the kiss and turn him around so he's facing me. He's on my lap and my backs against the wall. I rewrap my hand around his waist and pull him closer. 

His hands find their way into my hair, pulling on it slightly. I can't help the slight moan that escapes my mouth. My hands travel up to the hem of his shirt and go under it, tracing Oliver's stomach. I can feel his breath catch again. 

I break the kiss and trail kisses down from his jaw lower and lower. His head rolls back giving more space. I don't miss the moan that comes through his mouth. I pass his neck and suck on his collar bone, leaving a mark. He brings his head forward and rests his forehead against mine. Our breath are slightly ragged.

"Oliver." I whisper. A small smile spreads across his face.

"Jace." he whispers just the same. I grab the hem of his shirt and pull it over his head and he doesn't stop me. I turn and lay him down on the bed, kissing him all over, sucking and leaving marks everywhere. His hand continue to tug at my hair. I can't stop myself. I grip his hips and stop my kisses when I reach his pants. I don't try to go any farther. 

I go back up to his face and began kissing him again. He obliges happily. At some time we come to a stopping point and he puts his shirt back on. We curl up together, with my hand around his waist. We both drift off somewhere between being awake and asleep. And only get up when we hear dinner being called.