What Happened After (Sequel To What Happened In California)

A Side Story (The Fair)

Sorry guys but I really can't find my notebook, I pretty much had everything written down and planned but it went missing...again. So until I find it I've been taking requests on Milo and Jason Short stories. They can be completely irrelevant to the plot as long as they have Milo and Jason in them. Feel free to send request to my inbox. But right now I've already gotten a request, so, enjoy!

I hear a light tap on my balcony window and jolt up screaming from a horrible lucid nightmare of Grendel fucking me. Cold sweat beads across my forehead and tears stain my cheeks. I can't seem to catch my breath. 

I whip over to the noise and see Jason standing there, a creasing look of concern molding his features. I rush over and open the door. I immediately jump into his arms, choking back sobs. He picks me up bridle style and brings me to the bed where we lay there, Jason stroking my hair and planting light kisses on my forehead.

"Shh, shh, It's okay... I'm here okay, I'm here, you're okay."

I shut my eyes and bury my head into his warm chest. With his arms wrapped around me, it was impossible for me not to start feeling better. I take deep breaths.

"What time is it?" I say sleepily, almost purring from the soothing circular motions that he rubs on my back and his soft hand running through my hair.

"It's 10..." He trails off, looking at his watch. "35." I frown to myself because that was kind of late. I'm a little upset that I didn't wake up earlier.

Jason lifts my head up and plants one. "You know, I came over hear for a reason." Barely listening to what he said, I pull him down for another kiss. "Milo-" he tries between kisses. 

"Are you listening to me?" 

I smirk, knowing I could get away with it . "Nope." I kiss him again and he too chuckles a bit. Then he pulls me back. "Seriously, we should go."

"Go where exactly?" I say only half caring.

"Really? You honestly didn't hear anything I was just saying?" He brushes his thumb against my bottom lip. I don't even answer. How can I when he does stuff like this? It isn't my fault. He leans in closer and whispers, his lips literally brushing against mine. "Do I have your attention?" 

I nod vigorously. "Good. I want to take you to the fair. You want to do that?"

"Uh-huh." 

"You just agreeing to it because you want me to kiss you already?" he says, still against my lips.

"Uh-huh." 

He chuckles and puts his soft lips on mine again. He pulls away. "Alright. You get dressed, I'm already ready to go." I sigh and stretch. I was far too lazy to get up.

"I don't wanna." I bury myself in the blanket. "I'm too lazy.."

"Milo! Get up! I will hurt you!" He chuckles.

"Pfft...please." I yawn. "You wouldn't dare."

He crosses his arms. "Fine. I won't kiss you for a week."

"Ha!" I poke my head up. "Good luck with that, you can't keep you're hands off me." I arch my eyebrow, knowing it drove him up the wall. And of course, he broke. He throws himself on top of me and invades my mouth again. "You're right.." He says with mock-sadness. "I have a problem."

I smirk. "Damn right you do." I bite his lip. He yanks back.

"Milo I swear on your life, I will fuck you right here. Stop."

I kinda wanted him to... "And If I did this?..." I tease him on purpose, removing my shirt slowly like a strip tease. He gets a pillow and smothers my face with it. "Damnitt Milo stop it! I mean it!" He lifts the pillow briefly only to slam it back down on my face. As I roll with laughter he rises from the bed. "Get dressed you sexy fucker, I'll meet you in the car so I don't distract you anymore...or more like so you don't distract me." He winks at me and leaves my room. I hear my mom not so surprisingly say hello to Jason, even though he didn't come in through the front door yet he was leaving through it. Jason would use my balcony as an entrance often, not to sneak, but just because he felt like it. I sigh and get ready. Jason and I kissed all the time but he never touched me. He promised he wouldn't until I told him directly that I was okay with it, in which I completely was, I just hadn't said the magic words yet because I want to see it'll take for him to break his word and fuck me, or at least touch me. He's been going strong for a month now, but I still want to see how far I can push him before he snaps.