Il libro di Jaylos

Every Moment

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Carlos won't let them fool around in public, even if the field is deserted and it's so dark no one would see them from ten feet away, but he's also not opposed to the occasional spur-of-the-moment make out if they're hidden enough.

Back pressed rather awkwardly into a metal pole, both hands cupping Carlos' ass (because evil, that boy in skinny jeans should be illegal) with a set of warm lips working at his neck, Jay is pretty damn happy.

When he's happy like this and distracted by the appearance of Carlos' teeth, Jay loses his filter. Not that there's much of a limit of what he'll say normally, but he babbles a little bit in between grunts.

"The girls are complaining about how mu- oh fuck, yeah, right there, oh- they're complaining about how much noise we make. Mal said she wants to come over to punch you and I out just to get some sl-."

Carlos breaks away, panting roughly against Jay's neck. "You and me."

"Hmm?"

Breaking his explanation up with an open kiss to Jay's Adam's apple, Carlos murmurs, "That wasn't...grammatically correct."

"Yuh-huh," Jay intelligently bites back. He should probably be a little more embarrassed at how he's so helplessly distracted by Carlos' mouth, but he's kind of busy...being helplessly distracted by Carlos' mouth at the moment.

"It's 'you and I', when we're the subject." Carlos pulls back and explains with swollen lips, "but Mal's the subject in that sentence because the verb is attached to her, so you'd say 'you and me' because we're the objects."

Jay blinks. "Are you really taking the time out of our super hot make out to correct my English?"

"Well, yeah," Carlos pulls back a little further and tilts his head, his confusion a total contrast to his appetizing flush. "Every moment is a learning opportunity."

It still takes a moment for Carlos' words to make sense, but when they do, Jay laughs. The mood is a little ruined, but that's because Carlos is a nerd with the lips of god who would rather use his mouth to tutor Jay than to kiss him senseless.

"What?" Now Carlos is scowling, which just makes the situation a little more ridiculous, but gives Jay to opportunity to kiss away his pout.

"Nothing, C," he mumbles against Carlos' lips. "You just make me smile."

"Well, good. You do the same for me," Carlos grins. "Now take a deep breath."

"Why?"

Lithe arms wind their way around Jay's neck again. "For round two," he says, lips already on top of Jay's.