Away

Part Four

Benji

"Baby," I shake Jorge gently, smiling to myself, happy that he's actually here with me. I kiss his forehead when he stirs slightly. "We're here."

"Benji?" He whispers, opening his eyes one at a time. I smile at him, caressing his hand in mine. "I'm so glad I'm here."

Jorge buries his face in my chest. I feel myself grin at the feeling of him in my arms. I breathe in the smell of him, trying to remind myself that this is real. He's here with me. Jorge's here.

"Me too, baby. Come on, I'll carry you." I open my door and walk around to his side, opening it and pulling him up so his arms and legs are wrapped around me.

"What about my stuff?" Jorge protests, but rubs his face in my neck, trying to get closer to me.

"I'll get it later," I hold his thighs in my hands, carrying him up to my dorm room. When we get to my room. I stand him up so I can unlock the door, but get distracted when he wraps his arms around my back, running his fingers across my stomach.

Eventually, I get the door open and pull Jorge into my room behind me.

"I like your room," Jorge giggles, bringing his hand to his face to rub the sleep away.

"Are you laughing at my room?" I tease him, pulling him towards the bed, laying him down on top of my chest.

"No, I'm just sleepy," He giggles again, running his hand across my cheek. I turn my head into his hand, closing my eyes at the feeling. "I missed you."

He speaks so softly I can barley hear him. I turn my body to face his and smile at how perfect he looks laying in my bed.

"I missed you, baby," I lean forward and kiss his lips gently. "I'm so glad I get a whole week with you."

"What are we going to do?" Jorge yawns, rubbing his eyes.

"Well," I start. "There's a party tonight I was hoping I could take you to. I want you to meet all my friends."

"Benji," Jorge gives me a look I can't quite read. "We haven't seen each other in so long."

"I know, but it'll be fun," I smile at him. "I promise."

"Okay," Jorge hesitated but gives in. I want to have alone time with him, too, but I also want him to meet my friends and have a good time.

We have a whole week together, and then about two weeks after he goes back to Spain, I will fly home for Christmas. He knows I'm coming home for Christmas, but doesn't know that I'm coming early enough to see him for his birthday. I'm hoping to surprise him. It took a lot to convince my school, but I'll be able to be home for almost a month.

"What time are we going to the party?" Jorge yawns, closing his eyes for a few seconds before opening them again to look at me. I smile at his actions, running my fingers across the skin on his cheek.

"In a few hours," I kiss his forehead and pull him back onto my chest, rubbing my hands up and down his back. "I really want you to meet my friends. Most of them are on the football team with me."

"I can't wait," Jorge says, almost sarcastically. I ignore the tone of his voice, telling myself he's just really tired.

"We'll have fun," I pull Jorge up enough to kiss him. He tastes like the mint gum he's been chewing. His lips are softer than I remember. I suck harshly on his bottom lip before letting it go and flopping back into place.

I flip us over, laying in between his legs. His hands find their way into my hair, tugging lightly. Involuntary, I jerk my hips to meet his, causing us both to groan. A loud grumble coming from Jorge's stomach interrupts, making me pull away with a wide smile.

"I'm sorry," Jorge giggles. I smile down at him, shaking my head slightly before placing a soft kiss on his neck.

"Let's go get food," I sit up, reaching my hand out for Jorge to help pull him up.

"I've been sitting in a plane with a bunch of gross strangers all day, so I really need to shower. Especially if we're going to a party," He takes my hand, pulling himself up enough to sit up. "Can we get something to eat after?"

"I'll run and grab you something while you shower," I smile at him, standing up and grabbing a towel from the closet, placing it on the bed next to him.

"Thank you," Jorge slides off the bed and stands in front of me, wrapping his arms around my neck. "I love you."

"I love you, baby," I lean down and kiss him quickly. When we pull away, I grab my keys and wallet, running out to my car, not wanting to be without him for long.

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Jorge sings quietly to the radio as we make our way to the frat house where the party's at. I steal quick glances at him, smiling to myself. He looks stunning in a light amount of makeup and the pink sweater he's wearing accompanied by a jean jacket.

"Are you okay?" I turn to him when we stop at a light. I can tell by the way he's twisting his fingers around in his hands that he's nervous.

"Yeah, I've just never been to a college party. I really only hangout with Drew and Olivia and sometimes Cameron." Jorge gives me a small smile.

"They're not that much different than the ones we went to in high school, just a little bigger," I focus back on the road, getting closer to our destination. Jorge doesn't say anything but I watch him nod out of the corner of my eyes.

When we pull up to a large house, a large group of college kids are on the front lawn running through the sprinklers and onto a slip and slide. I look at Jorge, who's giggling at their actions.

"Aren't they cold?" Jorge tears his eyes away from them to look at me. He unbuckles his seatbelt and climbs out of the car. I follow after him and grab his hand, walking us to the front door.

"The alcohol's keeping them warm?" I guess. College kids are dumb on their own, adding alcohol to the mix just makes it worse. When we get inside, the house smells of weed and the music is so loud that it's hard to hear anything else.

"Benji!" Sarah, one of the football team's college managers runs to Jorge and I. Before I can say anything back, her arms are wrapped tight around my neck.

"Jorge, this is Sarah," I say when she pulls away. I give Jorge a smile and turn back to her. "Sarah, this is Jorge, my boyfriend."

"Oh, my god!" Sarah squeals and engulfs Jorge in a hug. "Benji talks about you all the time!"

"Nice to meet you," Jorge smiles at her when she pulls away.

"We're going to go get a drink," I tell Sarah, grabbing Jorge's hand and pulling him towards the kitchen.

"Oh, my god. She's so drunk," Jorge laughs when she's a safe enough distance away that she won't hear us.

"Benji, hey!" John, a friend from the team, waves me down when we get into the kitchen. Jorge and I both grab a drink and walk over to him. "You must be Jorge."

"Yeah," Jorge smiles at him, taking a sip of his drink.

"John," He returns the smile. He turns to me and says, "I need a beer pong partner."

"I'm only having one drink," I motion to the one in my hand. "I'm driving."

"Come on!" John groans, throwing his hands in the air dramatically. "Just call a cab or something."

I turn to look at Jorge, who's staring at the wall with a blank expression. I nudge him to get his attention.

"Is that okay?" I ask when he looks up at me.

"Sure," Jorge gives me a small smile, and follows John and I to the beer pong table.

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