The final bell rang, and everyone walked out of class. Throughout the hallway were jocks and their "fans" hyping up for the game coming up the next day. Who knew there were so many people that liked sports. Clay Jensen was not one of them. But he had an ex-jock of his own, who still liked sports.
"Can we please go to the game tomorrow?" Justin begs Clay, who didn't want to budge.
"You can go. I'm not going. You know I don't know shit about sports," Clay said, throwing his bag in the backseat of his car. Justin does the same, and they both climb in.
"But I don't want to go without you," Justin says, looking at Clay. Clay makes eye contact with him, before turning the key in the ignition.
"I don't see why you would want to go in the first place," Clay said, backing out of the parking space. Justin threw his head back and let out an exasperated sigh.
"I think it'll be fun, we can go to Monet's after with our friends and just hang around," Justin explained. Clay considered it, seeing as though Monet's was one of the only good things in the town, other than the Crestmont.
"Maybe. I don't know. We'll see how I'm feeling tomorrow," Clay says, sighing. Justin smiles and claps his hands together.
"I'll take what I can get," Justin stated, before turning the radio on. The two hummed along to some songs before they arrived home, where Clays dad was sitting at the dining table as usual.
"Hello boys," he exclaimed, briefly looking up from the papers he had just started grading.
"Hi dad."
"Hi Mr. Jensen."
The boys said, before making their way upstairs.
As soon as Justin walked through the bedroom door, he dropped his book bag, and went to lay on his temporary bed. Clays parents are getting him an actual bed soon, but this has put up so far. Clay locked the door, before walking over to his own bed.
"Ugh, I'm so tired," Justin said, closing his eyes. Clay sat down on the edge of the bed, and pulled out some homework sheets. Justin peeked an eye open, and tsk'd.
"No. No homework. Cuddle with me," he said, sitting up. Clay scoffed and flipped a couple pages through a packet. Justin sighed, before standing up, and walking over to Clay. He took the paper from his hand, and the small stack of papers from the bed, and placed them on the desk.
Before Clay could protest, Justin pushed him to lay back on the bed, before climbing in between his legs. Clay rolled his eyes as Justin pushed himself up more to become face-to-face with him. "I said no homework, princess," he said smirking, causing Clay to turn a light shade of pink.
"But I have to get it done," he says, trying to roll Justin off of him. Justin doesn't budge, but grabs Clay's hands, and pins them next to his head. He swoops down to give Clay a peck on the lips, making him hum in approval.
Justin smiles, before rolling off of Clay, opting to bring him to his side instead. Clay gave in, and put his head in the crook of Justin's neck. They tangled their legs together in a close cuddle, and both started nodding off.
Clay wasn't aware of just how tired he was, and knew he could go for a small nap. Justin, however, knocked out as soon as his head officially hit the pillow.
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"Boys! Dinner's almost ready!" Lainie yelled, knocking on the locked door. It was loud enough to wake up Clay, who groggily said "we're coming," as a response. Clay listened to his mother's footsteps descending down the hallway, then sighed.
"Justin. Wake up," Clay said, shaking a half asleep Justin, who groaned in response.
"But I'm tired," he said, pulling Clay in closer.
"You can sleep after dinner, but we have to get up," Clay said, finally getting out of Justin's grip, and sitting up.
Justin still wasn't budging, and Clay thought of something. He leaned, and kissed Justin's cheek, then his chin, and then finally his lips. Justin sat up to lean into the kiss, but Clay pulled away, and stood up, smirking.
"Nope. Get up. Dinner's ready," he said, then walked over towards the door. Justin huffed, then stood up right before Clay could open the door. He turned Clay around, and pushed him against the door, pressing their lips together. Clay moaned in surprise, before Justin pulled back.
"Don't tease me, Jensen," he said smirking, moving a stunned Clay over, and walking out the door. Clay followed suit as they walked down the hall.
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(A/n)
I know this was pretty short, but expect the chapters to get longer. I usually make my book chapters 1000+ words, but this is just the beginning, so hang on tight
