Jay x Daniel - You Came With the Spring

Chapter 6: red and white tile (Jay)

Daniel's face flushed in shame as he ran a wet paper towel to Jay's face. The bathroom was pretty clean considering the customers that frequented the establishment. The floor was a light, charcoal grey and the walls were a contrasting white and red tile. Large mirrors were hung near the entrance and the sinks were in the back, mostly hidden by the stalls.

"I'm really sorry," Daniel apologized, his frantic words dying down and leaving only regret. Daniel rubbed at the furrow in his brow, sighing. His thoughts were plain on his face - plain in the way he avoided his eyes.

Jay didn't like seeing that expression. He didn't like that guilt.

The blonde grabbed the worried boy's chin gently. He only meant to smile, to give some kind of affirmation - after all, his courage from an instant ago shriveled up and died. But when he saw Daniel's dark, unfocused eyes stare right past him - he couldn't smile.

He could only gulp, parting his lips.

Jay's eyes went from looking Daniel in the eyes to staring down at his lips. He couldn't seem to recall the shift but he knew that the brunette was doing the same.

Ignoring the clench of his stomach the blonde did the same as before: he ran his thumb along Daniel's lips.

This time he didn't stop.

He pushed his thumb past his lips, pushing down on the tongue inside.

Daniel's eyes unfocused more and he reddened, the blush trickling down his neck. His tongue came out and ran along Jay's thumb, working in circles.

Jay inhaled a startled breath. Daniel's thin, pink lips wrapped around the thumb and gently sucked. It was warm and wet, his lips soft.

The blond closed his eyes, his breath coming in fast. A small sound escaped him as Daniel's teeth bit down teasingly.

Daniel finally pulled away and licked his lips slowly, making a show of it. "Kiss me."

Jay flushed, panicked.

This was so different from Daniel.

The boy bit his lip sensually again. "Kiss me," he slurred slightly.

That was when Jay realized Daniel was drunk.

He flushed again. If this is what it's like when he's drunk then -

Daniel kissed him. He kissed roughly, his damned tongue running against the blonde's lips.

Without thought he parts them allowing the tongue to slip inside. It darted inside, prodding at Jay's. They swirl together, rubbing and sucking - focusing on overpowering one another.

Daniel pushes the blonde roughly against the tiled wall to gain more leverage. He pushes his head closer, wrapping his arms around Jay's waist. And squeezing. Their attacks come faster, breath mingling, before Jay caves in.

His body goes weak and he clings for support. Daniel presses his body close, holding the other boy up.

Jay pants hard, gasping for breath. His swollen lips tingle and his eyelids weigh down, everything a haze.

"Jay. . ." Daniel whispers seductively.

The blond opens his mouth in signal for more kisses.

Daniel ignores the boy's gesture and grazes his lips against his neck. He runs across his jawline, his collarbone, the small indent below his neck. His lips rest there, feeling the hammering pulse. The brunette sucks the small indent.

Jay pulls his head back and covers his mouth, attempting to shield his gasp. But it leaks through.

Daniel takes notice and swiftly attacks the boy's neck, leaving red splotches and teeth indents in his wake.

"Daniel! What's taking you so long? Zack and Zoe already finished their seven minutes!" Mira calls into the boy's bathroom, the irritation still high in her voice.

Daniel stopped, pulling away. But the haziness never left his eyes. "We'll continue this la-"

Suddenly he froze mid-word. His eyes rolled in the back of his head, knees giving way.

Jay dashed forward, cradling him to his thudding chest.

His hammering heart practically bashed it's head against his ribs in fear.

He pushed back the dark hair, checking for signs of life.

He checked his pulse and sighed in relief.

The blonde pulled the unconscious Daniel over his back, face still pulsating with his intense blush. His lips and neck burned, aching intensely.

He glanced in the large mirrors.

His blond bangs were extremely disheaved but still covered his eyes. His lips were obviously swollen and the marks on his neck glowed, pleading for attention.

One glance and even the thug trio would guess what happened.

The blonde's lips quivered and he didn't have to look down to know he was still very much turned on.

Fuck.

He pulled up the collar of his leather jacket and fixed his hair. He pulled down the hem of his shirt to cover himself down lower.

This wasn't happening.

But that dark part of him knew - it knew well - that it was.

Author's Note:

sorry peeps for the late update. kinda happens with no wifi ):