How gay- I mean how may I help you?

Caught

So I have a boyfriend. And his name is Jasper. 

No no. That's a terrible way of starting it.

"Trick," I stare in the mirror, "I'm dating Jasper... And I don't want you to take this the wrong way but I was going through some shit and that was mostly the reason why I fooled around with you."

"Damn, that hurts." I turn around fast to see Jasper in my doorway. He's wearing a white skin tight shirt and has his leather jacket on his arm, "Your mom let me in," he points behind himself, "May I come in?" 

I'm still a bit fazed from seeing him, as my boyfriend, in my room. My mom would flip her shit if I had my crush in my room, upstairs, alone.

"What're you, a vampire? Come in." I recover as quickly as possible. 

He walks in with that sluggish way of his and I try my best to relax as he takes in my room. I can tell he's taking in every part, trying to piece it together like a puzzle. 

I'm not a puzzle, I'm an open book. 

Yeah if you could open your mouth. 

Why am I so nervous? Why when we are alone I'm always so nervous? I need a drink.

He moves over to the dresser and slides his fingers along it. He picks up one of my pictures, examines it, then puts it down. I feel like I'm a druggie and he's a police man in my room. 

He walks over to me, looking behind me at the rest of my room, but I suddenly feel the warmth of his hand on my stomach. This is also the moment when I realize I'm shirtless. I shiver and push against his hand.

He walks around me, his hand slowly sliding across the rest of my stomach. He gets behind me and embraces me from behind, "I wouldn't say you're dressed very decent for guests today, Lucas." 

I let out the breath I'd been holding in and quietly gasp for air. His pointing finger is tracing the center of my stomach; up, down, up and down. 

I gain all of my strength, "Well you're an uninvited guest," I counter.

"I am?" He grabs my ass with one of his hands and I let my head fly back to rest on his shoulder. He chuckles in my ear and I have to close my eyes against the sensation. 

I'm always taken off guard at that he's taller than me, and in so many ways he's dominant, but he can also be so submissive. Or maybe he just fucks with my brain to make it seem that way. 

"Am I?"

"Huh, oh, no." I breathe through my mouth and just try to let myself go. But when I feel his tongue dance across the skin on my neck and I grab his hair I know I need to get out of this situation.

"J-J-Jasper." I'm clutching onto him and I feel overwhelmed. It feels too good.

His hands are in all different places now, and it's harder to concentrate when he's got me in this certain pose. I feel more vulnerable.

"Wanna moan that prettily for me?" He whispers against my ear. 

His worshiping hands slide from my stomach up to catch my chin  and I let him kiss me deeply. And I do moan. 

"Mm-mm." I stand up straight and turn around quickly, holding Jasper at arms length.

Who could've known that the scary guy in the leather jacket could be so touchy and cuddly? Don't get me wrong, I love it, it's just not the right time.

"Jasper slow the fuck down," I heave. Oh my god this is embarrassing, I have absolutely no self-control.

He's grinning at me like he just won the championships, "But I love it when you moan, and how your body reacts to me when I'm holding you against m-"