Came To Terms (Coming to Terms Book 2)

~ Morning Tease ~

Cyrus' POV

I yawn as I reach for the handle to turn the shower on, but pause as I hear a creak in the floorboards of Jonah's room.

I rub my eyes as I turn around walking into his room, a loud yawn escaping my lips yet again.

"BOO!"

I jumped and scream, falling to the floor with a loud thud echoing through the room, now being light by the sun peaking through the blinds and curtains.

"Sorry sorry, I just wanted to scare you, love." I look up with a smirk on my face, grabbing hold of the hand Jonah reached out, and with a bit of tugging, I manage to pull Jonah down onto the floor.

I didn't think it through, because suddenly I'm being held to the floor with Jonah laughing on top of me.

"Asshole" I breathe out. Jonah stands up and reaches his hand out, grabbing mine and pulling me up. He looks into the mirror and fixes his hair.

I watch as the sun hits his eyes perfectly, showing off his beautiful emerald eyes.

I stand there like a doofus, looking into Jonah's eyes. They glistened brightly, shining their way into Cyrus'soul.

"Good morning, sexy," Jonah comments, smirking as he looks me up and down.

"Good morning, prince," I swear to god I should punch myself for that name.

Jonah raises his eyebrows. "Now how did you come up with that name? I've never," he walks towards me, "ever," he puts his lips to my neck, "heard you call me that one before." He plants a kiss directly on my sweet spot. The part of my neck closest to the back of my ear.

My eyes close and a breathy moan escapes my mouth. My hands instantly shoot up, covering my mouth and my eyes widen.

"No no. I like what I heard, baby. Why you gotta cover your mouth? You don't have to for me." Jonah pulls his shirt off, throwing it onto his bed.

He walks over to his dresser, pulling out his favorite shirt that was finally washed yesterday, as yesterday was laundry day.

"Ya'know Cy," he turns around and faces me, my eyes instantly traveling (against my orders) to his BEAUTIFULLY toned body, he moves more into the stream of golden sunlight peaking through a gap in his old blinds, allowing the sun to highlight every curve of his toned frame. "It's been 3 years since you made that photo of me and you behind the school shed on your home screen. Why not change it to a more recent one of us?"

I reach over and grab my phone off the dresser. Opening the camera, I raise my phone slightly and suddenly snap a photo of Jonah in the golden sunlight.

The clicking sound of my camera makes Jonah lift the left side of his mouth into a half-smirk. "Let me guess, baby boy. That for your pleasure later?"

My face lit up cherry red like a goddamn Christmas tree. Jonah has gotten much much more confident in his ability to flirt but Jesus Christ!

"U-uh..." is all I can manage to get out.

Jonah steps towards me, grabbing my hands and lifting them above my head, pinning them to the wall with his own.

He moves his face closer to mine, my breath feeling heavier by the second.

"Can I kiss you?" Such a simple question, yet it sends so many shivers across my body...

Jonah and I had a drastic glow-up over the last 3 years. Beck, especially. He grew taller, got more of a muscular frame, and started letting his facial hair grow out slightly. Even letting his hair grow a little more!

His eyes got greener. Not darker... but not lighter either. It's cute.

I snap out of reality from a knock on Jonah's bedroom door.

"Yeah??" Jonah shouts, letting go of my hands. I look down, putting my hands in front of my hard-on. My boyfriend looks over at me, his eyes looking me up and down with a smirk. He silently chuckles as his dad shouts through the door "Stop fucking and let's go if I'm bringing you, kids, to school!"

"Hun, that's so gross!!" We hear his Mom shout from down the hall.

"Be right down Dad," Jonah rips his shorts off and grabs his jeans from his dresser and another pair of boxers, "just getting dressed.

I watch as Jonah walks past me, goes into the bathroom, and shuts the door.

"Holy fuck," I say to myself. "that was hot." I shake my head to clear it and start dressing. "Skipping the shower this morning I guess." I laugh to myself.

"Jonah! I'm wearing a pair of your pants today! Oh, and this shirt!"

Not waiting for his reply, I throw on his blue plaid button-up over his gray shirt and black jeans.

"Of course baby," the bathroom door opens and Jonah walks out in his boxers, nothing more nor less.

"Why go to the bathroom to get dressed just to not get dressed?"

Jonah and I laugh before he replies "Totally teasing you right now. It's hot. And so is that outfit on you, oh yeah."

I walk up to Jonah, look into his eyes, and kiss his chest. "Let's go, baby, your Dad's waiting."

Jonah's Pov

I smile as Cyrus walks to the bed and sits on the end, sending a pic of his shoes as his morning streaks on snapchat. I throw my jeans on and grab mine and his deodorant, passing his to him.

He missed the catch and it drops to the floor. "Jonah you totally didn't toss it towards me correctly," Cyrus retorts jokingly.

"My apologies, Mr. Goodman." My joke makes Cyrus laugh, earning a smile from me.

Today is going to be a good day.

Short chapter, but a cute lustful one. Starting the sequel to my favorite book I ever wrote: "Coming to Terms," welcome to "Came to Terms"