Counting My Lucky Stars [BoyxBoy]

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Chapter Diez

[Jay’s POV]

Rejection; maybe that was why I was sitting on my bathroom floor with the door locked, tears streaming down my face. Maybe it was because he told me to forget it ever happened. Maybe I should forget it happened.

Whatever I needed to do, I couldn’t just do it by sitting on the floor. If I could forget for a moment what my dad did to me, then I could forget that Angel had rejected me. It shouldn’t be that hard, right? I heaved myself up with a sniffle and waddled over to my bathroom sink. My eyes were puffy from crying way too much, my hair was pulled into different directions from running my hands through it and lack of sleep.

I ran the tap water, looking at it for a moment as I watched the clear liquid quickly make its way down the drain. Cupping my hands together, I shoved them under the running faucet and filled my hands with cold water before splashing it onto my face. That’s what I needed, to be clean. And maybe a haircut; my hair was getting a little unruly.

I stripped out of my Hello Kitty boxer briefs – do NOT ask me where I got them – and my oversized t-shirt before starting the shower. As soon as I was about to step into it, there was a knock at the bathroom door. I sighed as my feet padded across the tiled floors and opened the door, covering myself with it as I peered out. “I’m taking a shower mom… Angel!” I yelled throwing the door open with a smile. “What are you doing here?” I asked.

Angel seemed uncomfortable, switching from foot to foot as he looked at the ground. “Umm… Mind putting some underwear on,” he mumbled lightly.

Then I remembered that I was still in the nude. I blushed lightly before trotting back over to my pile of clothes and slipped the briefs back on. “Hello Kitty… nice,” he nodded in approval. I looked at him intently, nodding slowly in return before looking over him, waiting for him to continue. “We need to talk,” he said.

With a raised eyebrow and a small smile, I shook my head. “No we don’t. It was all a misunderstanding. You were right,” I lied. “I was just looking for some comfort in the wrong place, with the wrong person, it’s all good,” I told him. I didn’t know if I could handle another rejection like the one a week ago. Neither my heart nor my eyes could take it.

Angel looked up at me with curious eyes and sighed. “Alright, if you really think so,” he said lightly. I smiled a little and looked at him for a moment longer before he said, “I’ll wait on your bed for you to finish with your shower,” he smiled up at me. It almost looked sad, but I didn’t overthink it as I closed the door again.

After my shower, I stepped out of my bathroom with a towel around my waist and walked over to my dresser. I searched through my underwear drawer before pulling out boxer briefs that said ‘Naughty’ all over them. I slipped them on under my towel, remembering that Angel was in the room, before discarding it into the hamper.

“Hey,” I muttered as I took a seat next to him on my bed. He was looking down at his hands, which were in his lap, and I looked at the ends of my long hair, looking for any sign of split ends.

“Hey,” he said back and looked over at me. I watched him from the corner of my eye as he shifted in the bed uncomfortable.

“You got your panties in a bunch?” I asked with a grin, which he softly returned with a light chuckle.

He looked over at me, his green eyes peering into my blue ones. “No, just thinking in the awkward silence,” he said with a white smile.

I bit my lip as my eyes trailed over his face, stopping at his perfectly defined lips for a moment before looking back up into his eyes and smiled. “You know how you said that kissing you was just an in the moment thing?” I asked; he only nodded in response. “Well, I got news for you,” I whispered lightly.

He seemed to lean in closer as if to hear what I was saying before he nodded a little, his eyes still burning into my own. “What news, Baby Jay?” he whispered back.

I bit my lip, looking down at his again before snapping my gaze back to his eyes. “Most kisses happen to be an in the moment thing,” I said before pulling him closer and kissing him again.

My hand rested at the back of his neck, my fingers trailing through his hair, just to keep him there. I didn’t know if he would reject me this time – I was hoping he wouldn’t – but if he did, I would give up on him.

I continued to kiss him, my lips moving against his, but he still didn’t respond. I mentally flinched at this, but I remained persistent, gliding my tongue over his lower lip. This seemed to waken him as he opened his mouth, finally working his tongue with my own as we devoured one another.

This was what I wanted, for his tongue to caress my own in the fight of dominance, neither of us wanted to lose, but at the same time, we didn’t want to win either. After a moment of just carelessly kissing each other, I finally let him take over, letting him invade my mouth with his hot, wet tongue.

I let a whimper of disappointment escape my lips as Angel pulled his mouth away from mine. However, when I felt his warming tongue running against the skin on my neck, I moaned, causing both of us to pause, seeming to bring us back to reality. I frowned; this was it, he was going to throw me away again and reject me. I waited for it to come, prepared this time. I wasn’t going to cry, no, I would give up on him.

The silence dragged on for another few minutes; with my eyes, I begged him not to overreact and leave me again, but he didn’t see the look in my eyes. He wasn’t even looking at me. His eyes trailed over to the door, frowning deeply. “I should go,” he said lightly, getting to his feet.

I paused and reached out to him, about to grab his wrist before stopping myself. “Alright,” I replied, my voice barely over a whispered. Tears pricked my eyes as I watched him leave and I had to keep reminding myself that I said I would give up on him if he rejected me again. That I would move on, forget about it like I did with the whole thing about my father.

A sob broke from my lips as I heard the front door close and I watched my own door open slowly, Emmie’s head peeking through.

Quickly, I wiped my tears and smiled as I pulled on some purple skinny jeans and a white fishnet shirt. “Again?” he asked, but he didn’t sound irritated, he was truly concerned with a small frown on his face.

I looked up at him, pulling on another smile that I have perfected over the past three years for my mom, my friends and everyone else. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Come on, let’s get to the park. Cindy will kill us if we’re late,” I said as I pulled on some non-matching socks and a pair of high top shoes.

Emmie gave me a look of disbelief, before sighing and nodded, putting his hand on my shoulder and leading me out to his car. I was happy he didn’t mention it, because, Frankly, I didn’t want to talk about it.

As I looked over at Angel’s house, I saw David crossing his arms over his chest at the door, Angel standing in front of him with his back to us. All of a sudden, I didn’t want to be here another moment as I pushed Emmie into his car and got in on the other side. As we pulled out of the driveway, I watched David let Angel inside and he looked at me, giving me a sad look before closing the door.

Once again, I reminded myself that I would let him go. I wouldn’t hold on anymore.

‘I’m sorry Jack…I let go.'

Haha, Titanic refference anyone? No? Alright >,<

One more chapter! o: Any questions so far? I hope not, lol. 

Anywhore, hope you liked it :D