Jax's Third Person
Two weeks.
It's been two weeks since Jax and Hell had their..."encounter."
Two weeks since Hell confessed his love for Jax.
Two weeks since I told my best friend I hated him.
Jax was currently sitting in his studio apartment. He's barely left, only to get food.
Jax was seriously struggling with his sexuality. What had happened with hell had felt better than anything he's done before. For fucks sake, he came just from some kissing and a bit of groping! Did he like Hell like that? He wasn't sure. But he knew one thing.
It felt good, and he wanted more.
So much more.
For some reason, the way Hell had dominated Jax like that made him weak in the knees. He constantly caught himself imagining if they had gone further...
"Come for me Jax."
Just that one command had me creaming in my pants.
He also constantly wondered how Hell was holding up. He had told him he hated him, when that wasn't the case at all. Jax was just surprised, anyone would be if their best friend suddenly got them off. He wanted to see him and apologize, but Jax was afraid of his own feelings. He wasn't sure if he even liked Hell that way-
Of course you love him idiot!
Who??...
Listen, you know him better than anyone else in the whole world, you guys are constantly together, he's devilishly handsome, you love the way he blushes and gets nervous, and high key, you talk about how big his dick is too much for you not to like the guy.
Well you have a point there...
Of course I do! Stop being and pussy crackhead and got get your man! Stop moping around and DO SOMETHING.
I'm right, I've loved Hell all this time but I was too blind to fucking see it.
With newfound determination, Jax grabs his keys and heads out the door. Each step he takes he gets closer and closer to the one person he wants the most.
Hell, I'm sorry. I'm coming to get you, so just wait a bit longer!
