FRIENDS - BWS

7 | Christmas Extravaganza

Now that Brad's gone, I'm left alone with Jay, hoping we can move on with our day and forget about the scene B made but that's clearly not what Jay has in mind.

"That guy is a fucking dick", he says as I pour myself a cup of fresh coffee. "I don't understand why you're wasting your time with someone like him"

"He's not always like that", I answer, handing him a cup as well before sitting down at the table. Jay imitates me, taking a seat in front of me.

"He wants to fuck you, how can you not see that?"

I can't help but spit the sip I just took and startlaughing at the stupid thing he just said. That's truly the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard.

"Brad?" I ask, still laughing. "Do you hear yourself?"

Judging by the look on his face, he does not find the situation funny at all.

"Come on baby, can you stop with the old jealous boyfriend cliché? B's my best friend; period", I answer after I finally managed to regain a straight face.

"Someone should tell him that because looks a lot to me like he's in love with you", he answers, making me shake my head. What he's saying is nonsense. Brad's not in love with me. He's in love with Ashley, just like I'm in love with Jay.

I stand up from my chair and walk over to him before sitting down on his laps, my legs on each side of him and wrap my arms around his neck.

"Baby, trust me, he's not. Now can we move on and talk about the fact that you're leaving tomorrow?" I say before kissing him. Jay returns my kiss, sliding his hands under my pyjamas top, softly caressing the skin of my back. "An entire week without you", I add in between kisses. "I don't know if I'll survive"

"I'm sure you'll be fine", Jay answers. "You have that asshole to keep you company at night"

I pull away from him, giving him a nasty stare.

"Is that seriously where you're going right now?" I ask, pissed.

I try to get off him but he tightens his grip on my waist, keeping me down on his lap.

"Wait", he says, releasing the pressure of his hands slightly. He looks at me straight in the eyes, a serious look on his face. "Promise me you won't let him stay the night while I'm gone", he asks without breaking eye contact, making me roll my eyes at how futile he was being.

"You don't trust me?"

"I do", he answers gently brushing the skin of my back with his hands again. "It's him I don't trust"

"Well, lucky he's not your girlfriend then", I answer before connecting our lips. Jay deepens our kiss and grabs me by the butt before standing up, not breaking contact between our lips. I cross my legs around his hips and let him carry me to the bedroom where he gently drops me on the bed.

"Let's see if he still wants to sleep here after what I'm about to do to you in this bed", he says, removing his shirt and throwing it on the floor.

"Wow, real classy, babe", I answer, watching him getting undressed. "Can we not talk about him while we're about to have sex?"

Jay doesn't bother answering, and instead smiles before lying on top of me and kissing my neck, down to my stomach.

I let him do to me what he thinks throws me off the edge while my head is in a total different space. And as hard as I'm trying to get into it, I simply can't. All I can think about is Brad, how much of a jerk he's being with Jay lately and the possible reasons he has to act like that. And also about what Jay said earlier in the kitchen. I know Brad's not in love with me, but why does that affect me? Does a part of me want him to be? I force myself to focus on Jay as I fake yet another orgasm. I can't let what Jay said about Brad get to my head. Jay and I stay the entire day in bed, just the two of us, talking among other things. He's leaving for a week in the morning, having an important game with his football team on the other side of the country, and I want to spend every minute with him until then.