Time Machine

Ch. 26 : Le Petite Morte

•Jayy's POV•

I woke up at like 2 AM. It seriously feels later than that.

Dahvie was still passed out beside me, lightly snoring. So much for him sneaking out to go ski.

"Jayy," he mumbled in his sleep.

"Dahvie?" I asked.

"I need milk," he whispered as he rolled over to face me.

"Why do you need milk honey?"

"Because you left the box on the counter."

He was snoring again. I kissed his forehead and his eyes fluttered open.

"Oh hey, Jayy."

"Dahvie what box did I leave on the counter?"

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"Never mind," I sighed and kissed his nose.

"Baaaaaaaabe..." he whispered. I could tell he was blushing.

"You know you love me." I pressed my lips against his.

I grabbed his leg and pulled it up over my hip. He wrapped his arms around my neck.

"Babe," he whispered against my lips. "I want you." He pulled me closer, his erection pressed against mine. I moaned at the sudden contact.

I rolled onto my back, pulling him on top of me. He began grinding his hips against mine, his lips never leaving mine.

"See Dahvie," I smirked, breaking the kiss. "Isn't this much better than skiing?"

"Mmmm."

I played with the waistline of his PJs, debating whether or not to just rip them off.

I traced my tongue along his lower lip, causing him to gasp.

"Jayy," he whined. "Quit playing with my waistband and just take them off already."

He rolled over so now I was on top of him. I untied his PJs and pulled them off. I made my way back up to his face and kissed right below his jaw.

I slipped my hand in his boxers and he let out a quiet moan.