Ross wasn't sure what he'd been expecting. He looked around him in surprise. The inside of Jim's van wasn't at all what he thought it would be. It was panelled in strips of pine and the whole back section was taken up by a bed that could very comfortably be called king sized. Not only that, but it was properly made up with pillows and a duvet in light grey and covered with a sea green woven blanket. There was a string of fairy lights around the top of the roof that gave off a soft light. On the floor between the bed and the front seats was a black duffle bag full of Jim's clothes, a mini fridge and a wooden crate full of books. There was another book open and face down on the bed. He also noticed that Jim had music on and that the music in question was She Wants Revenge.
He turned around as Jim slid the door closed and then he realised things were a little cramped. Jim smiled and moved past him to get on the bed. He leaned back on both hands.
'So this is unexpected.' he said, his dimples coming out to play. 'Shoes.' Ross toed his converse off and then decided to get rid of the socks as well, seeing that Jim was barefoot. When he was done he tried to straighten up and almost hit his head on the roof.
'I kind of ran out of places to sleep.' He said, still embarrassed by his little outburst outside. 'And this seemed like a good idea.'
'Indeed.' Jim was looking at him in a way that made Ross' pulse jump and stutter. 'Did you mean what you said?'
'Maybe. Yes.' Ross was now sweating. He could feel it running down his back under his t-shirt. It was hot in Jim's van, but that wasn't the only reason. 'I don't really know what to do though.' Jim moved over on the bed to make room for him.
'You could start by coming here.' he said, his voice coloured by the smile on his face. 'I promise I don't bite.' He blinked once slowly and for some reason it lit up Ross' hormones like a match touched to a line of lighter fluid. It was suddenly very difficult to breathe evenly and Ross was sure he'd never been as hard as he was at that moment. His jeans felt far too tight, a delicious pressure against his cock that made him want to climb all over Jim, kiss his face and rub up against him like a horny cat. He took a deep breath and then moved to the edge of the bed and climbed on, crawling on all fours up to where he was next to Jim. Jim watched him, and Ross was amazed to see him bite his bottom lip. He ended up twisting around so he could sit, legs stretched out in front of him. Jim sat up next to him and Ross ducked his head, heat flooding his face as Jim reached out and put hand to Ross' shoulder, turning Ross to look at him.
'You don't have to be scared.' he said, his voice pitching low. 'I'm not going to fuck you.' The rush of feeling in Ross' stomach made him almost feel sick.
'You don't want to?' it sounded like a plea.
'We've both been drinking.' Jim said. 'And sex is a big thing in my book. I don't jump into bed with people I've just met. And you shouldn't either.' He smiled. 'So you can sleep here, but that's all we're doing.' He looked at Ross, and his eyes were clear and earnest. 'Is that okay with you?' Ross wasn't sure whether he wanted to cry with disappointment or relief.
'It's okay with me.' he said but he couldn't help the dejection in his voice. He looked down. 'Seems to be the story of my life so far.' Jim's voice was gentle when he spoke.
'Don't be like that. You shouldn't jump into this. Especially if it's your first time.' He sighed. 'Trust me on this, you want it to be something that you'll be doing because you want to.'
'I do want to.' Ross replied. 'But I understand. I'm just some kid and why the fuck would a hot guy like you want me?' He frowned and Jim gave him a look of disbelief.
'That's not it at all.' he said. 'I thought that spending an hour kissing you on the beach would have been some indication.' He gave Ross a reassuring smile. 'I like you just fine, Ross.'
