Wouldn't Dream Of It

Chapter 10

Jason was such an asshole. He knew it, Charlie knew it, hell even his best friend knew it. 

When he woke up before sunrise the next morning with Charlie's warm body wrapped around his, Charlie's lips pressed to his neck, Jason had freaked the fuck out. No, not because of the sex, but because of what it could mean. Four years of hiding who he was and all it took was a few kisses from Charlie to break down all those fucking walls he had built around himself. Charlie looked stunning like this, the sunlight streaming through the window accentuating his cheek bones and long lashes casting ghostly shadows on his skin. Jason ran his fingers through Charlie's insanely soft hair as his warm breath fluttered across his skin. Unable to help himself, he pressed a light kiss to Charlie's forehead and his eyes widened in shock as he realized what he had just done. Fucking hell, he was screwed.

Jason had never good been with anything  remotely resembling a relationship and even the thought of being in one made him want to run for the hills. But with Charlie it was different. 

Growing up, it had always been Jason and Charlie. Someone broke the Hayes' window? It was probably Jason and Charlie. Someone crash their bike trying to wheel two people at once? Probably Jason and Charlie. 

In a strange way, they were already tied together no matter if they liked it or not. 

Careful not to wake him up, Jason detangled himself from Charlie's body which was quite hard considering how the man was lying half on top him. He picked up his clothes in a rush, almost colliding with the desk as he tried to pull on his shirt and pants at the same time. Man, why was it so loud at five in the morning?

He took one last look at Charlie's sleeping face before opening the window and sneaking out of the Hayes' house. This was gonna be a disaster and he fucking knew it.

He knew he should've left a note or something, but the paranoia of being caught made him turn away without looking back.

Stubborn and sassy as fuck, Charlie Hayes was a storm, a dangerous one and Jason needed to stay away. He stood at the front of their house, staring at the road. He didn't have his car, how the fuck was he going to go home.

Jason sighed, running a hand through his hair. Looked like he was gonna have to walk. Wonderful

Walking into his house, he was met with his mother lying on the couch, fast asleep, a half open book still in hand. With a sad smile, Jason draped a blanket over her body as she snuggled into it

With long blonde hair and startling blue eyes, Cecily Pierce was a beautiful woman who now worked as a middle school teacher after her husband's death. For a few months after he died, she was almost a ghost, alive but lost. She wandered around the house saying nothing until one day Jason's little sister finally broke down, crying and begging for her to come back to them. She did.

Tossing all his clothes in the hamper, Jason stepped into the shower and let the hot water cascade down his shoulders, steam rising and clouding the room. Pressing his palm against the shower wall, he dropped his head, his hand wrapping around his cock. Why couldn't he get that damned boy out of his head.

Couple of minutes later, Jason shrugged on some clothes and grabbing his backpack, he was out of the house with a sigh. Right on cue, Harley honked his horn, grinning at him from ear to ear making Jason internally sigh. That man was a ray of sunshine, god help him.

He dropped onto the seat, slamming the door behind him.

After a few moments of silence Harley turned to look at him.

"So", he drawled, his voice teasing, "What where you doing in Charlie's room yesterday?"

Jason choked on air as he blinked at his best friend, "Wha- Nothing!"

Harley let out a bark of laughter, "Mm-hmm sure"

Jason rolled his eyes, "Spit it out man"

He grinned, "So you didn't fuck last night?"

He groaned, dropping his head to his hands, "Jesus Christ Harls"

"Hey I'm just asking", he said, raising his hand defensively.

Jason leaned back against the seat with a sigh and turn to look at him. Gone was the teasing glint in his eyes, instead he actually looked...concerned?

"Yeah I guess"

Harley slightly turned towards him, eyes still on the road, "I love the both of you man, I don't want either of you to get hurt"

Jason gave him a soft smile, "I know you do Harls and I love you for it but we're just fooling around"

Harley suddenly smirked, "So", he drawled, "Who bottoms?"

Jason smacked his head, also smiling, a light blush to his cheeks, "Shut up"

Picking out his stuff from his locker, he headed to class. One of the fortunate things about his school was that there were not a lot of people, so most of them usually had the same classes. Which is why, he came face to face with the devil himself during the fifth period. Jason sat there on the desk during English when he entered the class, Liam right behind him. The second Charlie spotted him, he turned his face away, but Jason didn't miss the blush that rose up his neck. Ha!

Charlie plopped down on one of the desks in front of him and to his surprise turned to Jason and gave him a cheeky grin. Huh?

Jason's eyes moved to the pencil Charlie was tracing his lip with, his head thrown back lightly, his fingers tracing the patch of light skin around his neck. Jason gripped his pencil tightly, remembering last night and how he had kissed that skin, sucking marks into it, marking him. He suddenly felt hot all over.

Kill me, seriously, kill me now.