Jump In (boyxboy)

Chapter 23

Chapter 23

I flip up the light switch as Finn and I pile into our room. The rest of the party was a blur and I didn't need a sip of alcohol to feel as intoxicated as I do now, simply because of Finn.

We didn't speak much, mostly just watched out for the girls and chatted with a few of the guys from the team. Our eyes met every moment they could though.

Now, we're alone once again and I can't bring myself to look at him. I shoulder off my jacket and strip down to my boxers before throwing my phone on the charger and climbing into bed.

"Can you get the light when you're ready?" I ask him quietly.

"Yeah," The answer is causal but his voice is strained and I gulp. I listen to the ruffling sounds of his clothes shedding and the light thump they make as they hit his laundry basket. He walks slowly to the light switch and turns them off before climbing into his own bed.

Finn releases a deep sigh and I turn my head to look at him through the darkness. I can't see him well, just a streak of escaped yellow light comes through the window from a street lamp. It outlines his face; his long lashes, straight nose, full lips and a sharp jaw. He looks over to me and I can catch his eyes in the selfishly small bit of light.

"Atlas," He whispers and my nerves ignite for what feels like the millionth time this evening.

"Finn," I reply.

"I miss you," He say vulnerably.

"I'm right here though," I reply, confused.

"I miss you next to me. I miss those few minutes where it was just us."

My breath catches in my throat as I search for the right thing to say. I have to stop myself from completely throwing myself at him. I've never had to beg for anyone's affection before, but with Finn, I'm ready to throw away every ounce of pride I possess.

"Those few minutes could last forever."

"Impossible," He sighs. I long for his touch, it feels like an ache deep inside my bones. My body moves before my brain even finishes the inner argument. I move my blanket out of the way so I can crawl out of bed and walk the few, short steps to his.

"What are you doing?" He asks alarmed.

I lift his blanket and he moves over in the bed without a debate, so I can slide in next to him. We lay on our sides, staring at each other in the dark for a few moments.

"Right now, we are safe. Night time is safe and we can be whoever we want when the whole world is at sleep." I explain, slowly tracing my fingers along his arm. He freezes under my touch for a moment before reaching out and caressing my chest lightly. His fingertips feel like light flames licking my skin. Deliciously burning.

"I know you're new here, but New York is the city that never sleeps." He teases and I push his shoulder with a laugh. He laughs as he shrugs his shoulders in a remark.

"Okay smartass," I retort and he snorts quietly. It's an insanely cute noise, if only I could record it and listen to his sounds whenever I wanted.

"We can't have forever," He says, the seriousness returning to his voice.

"Let's start with eight hours then," I reply and he slowly smiles.

"Eight hours?" He asks cautiously.

"Eight hours." I confirm with my own matching smile.

We fall asleep like that, laying on our sides with our hands clasped together between us. Knees touching, foreheads kissing and breaths mixing. I never felt so warm in my life.