Your heart was pounding like crazy, and no matter what you told yourself, it didn't seem to calm you down.
Why am I going home with this guy? I don't care what she says, this isn't like me!
Okay, okay... calm the fuck down. It's fine. No one said you had to fuck him. No one.
You took a sidelong glance at Jack as you walked, and his grin had faded into something more like a grimace. He was holding your hand. His expression was still concerning you, so you squeezed his hand, hoping it would be reassuring. He glanced back, trying to smile normally, but it never quite reached his eyes.
Damn those eyes, they're fucking gorgeous... I bet they get him into a lot of trouble, though.
"Don't worry, it ain't far," Sean spoke up, breaking your thought process. So he lived close to the pub, too? Why else would the two of you be walking? He tried to smile again, this time succeeding a little more. "I don't... I don't usually do this, in case you were wondering. Taking some random girl home, I mean," he explained, laughing a little. Was that why he was so quiet?
You squeezed his hand again. "I don't normally do this either, so it's fine."
A few more minutes of walking led you to a small house, a duplex to be exact. He unlocked the front door before taking your hand again and pulling you gently inside.
The first thing you noticed was his setup. There was a large desk off to one side, a tall one, with a black and green computer chair in front of it. He had two monitors, and one hell of an audio setup to go with it.
Well, he clearly likes his computer...
The monitor screen was on, but you didn't understand the eyeball image on it. It was a bright neon green, and a little unnerving.
There was a whiteboard on the wall behind it, with the word "LAUGH" scrawled on. From your angle you could make out a few handprints on the board in the light, almost like he had a tendency to hit said whiteboard.
His TV was just as impressive as his computer area, probably as large as they could make them. He had tons of video games. "What the hell do you do to afford all this?"
Jack glanced back at you, with an expression you couldn't read. Was it... confusion? No, more like disbelief. As though your question shouldn't have had to be answered. "Are... are you serious?"
Yes you were fucking serious! "I asked, didn't I?"
He smiled, chuckling a little. "I, uh... work on the computer a lot," was his reply. You had the distinct impression that there was a lot he wasn't telling you, but you were satisfied for now. Gesturing to the sofa he smiled wider. "Have a seat, get comfy. Thirsty?"
The whiskey had been buzzing around in your head for some time, but the walk home has sobered you up a little. "Whatever you've got. Something strong," you added.
"Fuck yeah," he replied, disappearing into a side doorway. As you waited, you peered around a little closer; he had the soundproof foam all over his walls, and had an impressive microphone in front of his monitors, as well.
He works on the computer? This setup looks more like he's a fucking tech nerd than anything. I'll bet he built his computer.
The computer wallpaper seemed to be staring into you, and you had to turn away. The eyeball made you nervous.
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"Oh, you hairy-assed motherfucker, suck my nuts!! All of 'em!!"
The more the two of you drank, the worse his playing got. And the worse he played, the more animated and hysterical he became. You weren't all that great at the game either, but you seemed to at least be able to hold your own against him, alcohol or not.
"Fuck it!!" Jack finally cried out, throwing the controller down and sitting back on the couch. He was grinning wide at you. "I haven't had this much fun playing a game in awhile." Draining his glass of beer, he slammed it down, making you flinch. "Fuck yeah, this is awesome!" he exclaimed, sliding down the sofa and suddenly leaning over to kiss you.
He tasted- and smelled- like the booze the two of you had, but you guessed that you weren't any better. His beard tickled your face a little as he kissed eagerly; you kissed back with the same fervor, one hand gently pressing the back of his head closer.
Eventually the two of you broke the kiss at the exact same moment, and you couldn't stop the smile spreading across your face. "Whatever happened to, 'I don't normally do this'?"
"I don't," he spoke softly, scratching at the back of his head. Brushing dark hair from his forehead he leaned in again, this time sliding an eager tongue into your mouth. He fought with it for dominance, which you gave willingly, letting him take over. He was awfully good at this...
One hand on your hip he tried to pull you closer, making you squeal and him smile. He broke away again, and you realized you were trapped. Trapped by his baby blue eyes.
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You don't know how much time actually passed; there was no clock nearby and your phone was effectively crammed into your pocket.
You were lying on your back on the couch, with Jack above you. You were still clothed, thank God, but you weren't exactly sure how long that would last.
At the rate your heart was pounding, not long at all.
Finally breaking yet another kiss, he had to lick your upper lip before grinning again. "What were we doin' before this?"
"I don't remember," you replied, giggling a tiny bit. The whiskey in your system was in full force, making you lightheaded in a pleasant sort of way. Your body was warm, overly so, and you could feel Jack's body heat radiating off of him as well.
At this point he paused, pulling away the slightest amount, his eyes gazing in some other direction. His expression was rapidly changing to different emotions, clearly torn. Torn about what? "I'm not... I'm not sure if it's the booze, and I'm not sure how to ask this, but..." His baby blues pierced into your eyes, and you felt blood rushing to your face. Why was he staring?
... oh. "Sean, I, um... I've never..."
His face went blank. "You're a virgin?"
"N-no, no, that's not what I meant!" How could you explain yourself? All this time, in the back of your brain, you felt like you were being watched. Spied on. But why? Did he have neighbors that were curious...?
No, that's not it. I think I get why he was so freaked out at the pub, I feel something off too...
Jack sat back up with a sigh, brushing more hair from his face. "I've never taken a girl home before, and I ain't sure how to ask for...."
His awkwardness was awfully cute, in a way, and you sat up, still smiling. You took his face and kissed both of his cheeks, making him turn a brilliant red color. "It's fine," you murmured, already knowing what he wanted. Did you want it, as well? Your heart began to speed up at the thought of being in this stranger's bed, and you knew: yes, yes you did.
