Il libro di Jaylos

Sunday Mornings

taken from: manotaurus on Ao3

It's a rare occasion for Jay and Carlos to have more than an hour of alone time, but when it happened, there's no way they would let any of it go to waste. And here they were, with tangled legs and messy hair, holding onto each other as if one of them were to slip away. Slivers of sunlight still beamed through the curtains, shining onto the boys' faces.

Carlos' head was on top of Jay's chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. "Jay," he said softly, "I love you." The larger boy's heart rapidly sped up, and Carlos smiled profusely. He raised his head up to admire his boyfriend, and as always, he took his breath away. Jay's hair was splayed across the mess of pillows and the soft skin of his chest, looking beautiful as always.

A small grin spread on his face before running his thumb across Carlos' bottom lip. "I love you, too," he barely whispered.

Carlos bent his arm across Jay's bare stomach, resting his chin on his curled up fist. "Hey, you played really well yesterday," he stated, referring to yesterday's game.

"So did you, babe," Jay responded, staring back at the brown-eyed boy before him.

As much as he liked spending time with Jay, he could care less if he was on the team or not. "Yeah right," he snorted, "Honestly, the only reason I'm on the team is because I get to see you."

Jay laughed a bit. "Under that logic, I should be joining every single nerd club this school has to offer."

"I would actually love that," Carlos acknowledged, sarcasm laced in his voice. "You wouldn't last a day in something that requires using your brain," he teased, lightly tapping his fist against Jay's head as to show it's hollow.

Before he knew it, Carlos was completely underneath Jay's much larger-and much heavier- body.

"What the hell are you doing," Carlos struggled to say, due to the fact that his boyfriend weighed almost twice as much as him.

"Admit I'm smarter than you and I'll get off," Jay proposed.

Carlos attempted to push Jay off of him, but having barely any muscle regardless of the fact that he was constantly forced to work out outside of practice didn't help very much. "Don't waste your time, I'll never say it," he replied.

Jay smirked. "Then I guess I'll just have to tickle it out of you," he threatened. Carlos was well aware that Jay knew every spot he was ticklish in, and he felt a pang of fear. Despite Carlos' many pleas, Jay decided to have no mercy. His fingers felt like small tasers and there was no escape.

"No, please! You're such a dick," Carlos shouted, his laughter filling the dorm room. Jay didn't stop though, but Carlos still wouldn't admit it.

"You know what you have to do," Jay sang, relentlessly pushing his fingers into the younger's sides.

He decided there was only one way to get out of this situation. "Okay, okay! Wait a second," Carlos begged, catching his breath. Jay lifted a bit of his weight off of the squished boy underneath him, and while doing so, Carlos jabbed Jay's hips in the exact same spot he was now sore in. Somehow Carlos managed to flip his boyfriend off of him so now he was sitting on top of Jay's abdomen.

"You're a sneaky little asshole, aren't you?" Jay joked, enjoying the position he was in.

Carlos shrugged, although he couldn't help but smile. "Isn't that what a villain's supposed to be?"

"Touché," Jay added. He noticed Carlos eyeing his neck, which just so happened to be Jay's most ticklish spot. "I thought you pushing me off of you meant this full-fledged tickle fight was over."