He's mine (roadtrip boyxboy one shots)

I'm in control part 2 - Rack

So they're were a couple of requests for a part two of this..

Here you go!! 😉❤️

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Jack's POV

"Tough shit. You'll have to finish yourself...if you can undo the belt." He winked.

I stood in the shower replaying what he said to me over and over again in my mind. Is this a game to him?

I rinsed my hair trying to decide what to do next.
Fuck you Beaumont!
I cursed my boyfriend in my head. I'm so pissed. What's his problem anyway?

I turned the water off and stepped out the shower wrapping my towel around my waist.

Its late so everyone should be asleep. So I secured the towel around my waist and opened the bathroom door to go back to my room.

I carefully shut my bedroom door behind me and slumped down onto my bed.

I looked at my phone,

12:30pm

I sighed. I know it's late but I can't sleep. I can't stop thinking about what rye did.

"I'll teach you to leave me hanging Ryan."

I mumbled angrily gritting my teeth.

Suddenly there was a knock on my door.
I got up making sure my towel was still secure and opened the door to reveal a worried looking Brooklyn.

"Hi..is-is now a bad time..?"

He looked me up and down and stepped back hesitantly.

"I-i can go.."

He chocked as he pointed in the direction of his room.
But I wasn't in the mood to beat around the bush.

"What do you want Brooklyn?"

I snapped.

"I uh, I just came to see if you were okay. You know, after earlier. When I uh..had to untie you..."

He gulped nervously.

"Don't remind me!"

I spat angrily.

I'm still sexually frustrated after Rye left me with fucking blue balls.

"Sorry.."

Brook mumbled looking down embarrassed. His cheeks beginning to flush a delicate pink.

"Whatever. You can go now."

I scoffed and slammed the door.

A few seconds later I heard brooks door slam.

I sighed heavily. Grabbing a clean pair of boxers, some joggers and a t-shirt and throwing them on quickly.

I collapsed back down into my bed and shut my eyes.

Seconds later my phone buzzes and I glance at it.

A text from brook appeared on the screen. I groaned and picked my phone up to read it properly.

Text message from Brooklyn:

I'm sorry :(

I know he's not going to go to sleep until I accept his apology. Why am I even mad at him? I'm not I'm just taking my frustration with rye out on poor brook.
I felt terrible. I should be apologising to him.