The crying game(Jason McCann love story)

"Everyone wants you dead."

The rain had quickly gone so Jason and I headed back to mine to dry our clothes, we decided it was best for him to stay over since he didn't really have a place to crash. Plus I wouldn't let him take a train back to Bed-Stuy by himself. My house wasn't that far anyway, it was round the corner to a library that I used to go to when I was a kid with Dad. But now, since everything's changed all of a sudden I hardly ever visit it.

We eventually found my house and when I did I opened the door to find an empty house (well I thought it was.) Jason and I were quick to eat some food that my Mom had cooked. "I should really come here often. Your Mom makes some really good pasta." Jason sweetly complimented, I laughed at him as I carefully placed both our plates in the sink.

"She'd absolutely love you. She adores when people compliment her cooking." I mentioned to him and he smiled. I took a big deep breath in and looked to Jason. "So, you wanna change?" I asked him and he nodded as a response.

"But I'm guessing you don't have any clothes that will fit me though." He said. I was hesitant to reply so I decided to keep my mouth shut otherwise I'd end up making a complete fool of myself. "I'm alright with keeping these clothes." He offered shrugging his slouched shoulders.

I frowned, sunk my hands into his and pulled him up the stairs leading straight into my room. To be honest, Jason was the first person...or boy...that I'd ever let into my room. Anthony wasn't even worth it, I knew he'd just make jokes out of my stuff and the things I did.

"No, I'm sure I have something in my room." I insisted opening the door to my unorganised room full of sketches of various different things hung up on my walls. I tried to sneakily tidy it up but I wasn't doing very good at it. I let go of his hand and there was this sudden drowning of emotions that fell down my body. Like it was painful to let go of him for some odd reason. I tried to fish for a large mens tshirt from my wardrobe but unfortunately I couldn't find any.

"Mia I'm fine." Jason argued.

"No, you need something dry to wear." I couldn't be bothered to check what he was doing but it sounded like he was doing nothing. I grabbed what looked like a mens tshirt and turned around to surprisingly find shirtless Jason standing in my room scrunching his wet white shirt. I gulped.

When he realised I had stopped talking he glanced up at me with an uncertain look on his face. "Mia, I'm seriously fine." He said smirking deviously then walked away to check out my sketches.

I scoffed and bit my lip. His back was perfectly toned too. His shoulders were quite hench, his bare back was curved perfectly and whenever he breathed in his shoulder blades would move discreetly. You could see a faint outline of his ribcage and his spine but my God was it beautiful. "Well it's certainly fine with me." I whispered to myself following him to my table where I mostly sketched on all the time. I rapidly tried to put all my drawings away into one drawer but Jason wouldn't budge at all.

He firmly gripped my wrist making me let go of my drawings and stood behind me, pulling my raven black hair to one side. I could feel the warm heat of his lips touch my bleak neck and the sharp tingle that it sent around my body. He planted gentle kisses along my neck and then slowly he let go of my arms and began to unbutton my uniform blouse. His arms were wrapped not too tightly around me and as each button opened there was a slight breeze that rushed through my body. When he had finished he pulled the blouse down slightly so that only my bare shoulder could be seen, again he planted soft kisses causing me to tilt my head back in satisfaction. I felt his tongue slide across my skin every now and again and he eventually got rid of my blouse, from the corner of my eye I could see it being thrown on the floor. Jason entwined his fingers with mine and our half - bare bodies touched each other, it was like electric shock because his skin was so cold yet so soft. He squeezed my hands tight, kissed my neck one last time before resting his chin on my shoulder.