Time Stands Still {TABLE 4}
Summary: Matt's morning after with Jack, whom he doesn't remember from the night before {table.}
Disclaimer: Only owned in Katyland!!
I left my room and had to blink a few times in order to adjust to vibrant sunlight filling my living room. Who the hell opened the shades?
I headed for the kitchen slowly. My head was pounding, there were clothes everywhere, and I could see bruises on my wrists. Aspirin sounded really good right about now. What even happened last night?
The kitchen was bright too. It took a moment for me to realize all that noise wasn't my headache. It was another person. A very tall boy man. A very tall man making breakfast. A very tall man making breakfast in my kitchen.
"Hi?" Who are you seemed more logical.
"Hi!" I winced at the shout. "I'm Jack. We slept together last night but . . I doubt you remember. Pancakes?"
The hell? "Sure."
"Can I ask where the syrup is? I looked but I couldn't-"
"S'under the counter," I gestured my hand in the right direction as I pulled myself onto a bar stool. Jack nodded approvingly and dove towards the cabinet.
"Got it!" Good for you. "Hope you're hungry; I made a lot." Why are you even still here?
"Why'd you stay?" I asked instead. The boy man, Jack stopped.
"You asked me to," he admitted quietly. What?!
"Excuse me?"
"You told me not to leave because you didn't . . want to forget . . . me." Jack blushed like crazy. Say something!
"Oh," Say something better. "I'm glad you stayed." Good job, Matt. Jack smiled softly and scooped the pancakes onto my plate. He pulled out two forks, put the pan in the sink, and claimed the seat beside me.
"Mind if I . .?" he asked, gesturing with his fork to the single stack of pancakes. He's so cute.
"No, not at all." Charming smile, inserted here. We finished eating, sending cute smiles across the plate at each other the whole time. "So." What's next?
"You have a pool," he observed, keeping his eyes on mine. He must of looked around earlier. Wait, did we swim last night? Fuck, I don't know.
"I do." He smiled mischievously.
"Wanna?"
"Yea," I grinned. We both stood & dashed back towards my room. "You have swim trunks?" He looked at me, bit his lip, and shook his head. Fucking hell, that was hot. "I've got some," I assured him reluctantly. It'd be a lot better to just make him swim naked. God knows he was pretty enough. We changed quickly. I might have snuck a look at him. He had a cute butt.
"Great, come on!" he grabbed my hand and led us outside quickly.
"You looked around while I was sleeping," I accused playfully. He smiled sheepishly.
"I got bored."
"Sorry, I slept all day." I really did feel kind of bad.
"It's only ten," he said softly.
"Still," I murmured.
"Come on," he repeated, slipping his hand in mine and pulling me towards the pull. He's so adorable. Tell him.
"You're really cute," I said in a small voice. He pulled me into the water after him without a response. Shit, bad idea; I should of kept my mouth shut. His hand still held mine as we fought to break the surface. I came up and shook the water out of my eyes, finally able to see Jack again. He was smiling softly.
"You're pretty damn cute yourself." Awe!
"Oh, yeah?" I replied playfully. His smile grew as he nodded. I let go of his hand and pounced towards him, wrapping my legs around his waist and my arms grabbing onto his shoulders.
"Well, I think you're cuter," I teased. Good lord, he is even better up close. Jack's hands found my waist as he shook his head nonchalantly.
"Nope, not me."
"Yes, you," I said more firmly. He shook his head again. I sighed fake dramatically. Trick him. "Fine, I'm cuter, but you, you're the epitome of perfection." That was so corny, but he's still smiling. Sort of. Maybe he likes corny. Jack leaned forward a bit, his lips only getting closer.
"I'll take that," he grinned.
"Good," I replied, unable to suppress my own grin. I hadn't realized Jack had been moving until my back hit the edge of the pool. Kiss him. If you don't do it now, you'll chicken out later. I clasped my hands loosely behind his neck. What if he doesn't want to kiss me? He slept with you last night. He said he slept with you last night. He did. Okay, kiss him now.
"Fucking hell," Jack murmured impatiently before lifting a hand to my neck and pulling my lips to his. Our lips moved slowly against each other as my hands wound their way into his - oh, so perfect - hair. Told you he wanted to kiss you.
Disclaimer: Only owned in Katyland!!
I left my room and had to blink a few times in order to adjust to vibrant sunlight filling my living room. Who the hell opened the shades?
I headed for the kitchen slowly. My head was pounding, there were clothes everywhere, and I could see bruises on my wrists. Aspirin sounded really good right about now. What even happened last night?
The kitchen was bright too. It took a moment for me to realize all that noise wasn't my headache. It was another person. A very tall boy man. A very tall man making breakfast. A very tall man making breakfast in my kitchen.
"Hi?" Who are you seemed more logical.
"Hi!" I winced at the shout. "I'm Jack. We slept together last night but . . I doubt you remember. Pancakes?"
The hell? "Sure."
"Can I ask where the syrup is? I looked but I couldn't-"
"S'under the counter," I gestured my hand in the right direction as I pulled myself onto a bar stool. Jack nodded approvingly and dove towards the cabinet.
"Got it!" Good for you. "Hope you're hungry; I made a lot." Why are you even still here?
"Why'd you stay?" I asked instead. The boy man, Jack stopped.
"You asked me to," he admitted quietly. What?!
"Excuse me?"
"You told me not to leave because you didn't . . want to forget . . . me." Jack blushed like crazy. Say something!
"Oh," Say something better. "I'm glad you stayed." Good job, Matt. Jack smiled softly and scooped the pancakes onto my plate. He pulled out two forks, put the pan in the sink, and claimed the seat beside me.
"Mind if I . .?" he asked, gesturing with his fork to the single stack of pancakes. He's so cute.
"No, not at all." Charming smile, inserted here. We finished eating, sending cute smiles across the plate at each other the whole time. "So." What's next?
"You have a pool," he observed, keeping his eyes on mine. He must of looked around earlier. Wait, did we swim last night? Fuck, I don't know.
"I do." He smiled mischievously.
"Wanna?"
"Yea," I grinned. We both stood & dashed back towards my room. "You have swim trunks?" He looked at me, bit his lip, and shook his head. Fucking hell, that was hot. "I've got some," I assured him reluctantly. It'd be a lot better to just make him swim naked. God knows he was pretty enough. We changed quickly. I might have snuck a look at him. He had a cute butt.
"Great, come on!" he grabbed my hand and led us outside quickly.
"You looked around while I was sleeping," I accused playfully. He smiled sheepishly.
"I got bored."
"Sorry, I slept all day." I really did feel kind of bad.
"It's only ten," he said softly.
"Still," I murmured.
"Come on," he repeated, slipping his hand in mine and pulling me towards the pull. He's so adorable. Tell him.
"You're really cute," I said in a small voice. He pulled me into the water after him without a response. Shit, bad idea; I should of kept my mouth shut. His hand still held mine as we fought to break the surface. I came up and shook the water out of my eyes, finally able to see Jack again. He was smiling softly.
"You're pretty damn cute yourself." Awe!
"Oh, yeah?" I replied playfully. His smile grew as he nodded. I let go of his hand and pounced towards him, wrapping my legs around his waist and my arms grabbing onto his shoulders.
"Well, I think you're cuter," I teased. Good lord, he is even better up close. Jack's hands found my waist as he shook his head nonchalantly.
"Nope, not me."
"Yes, you," I said more firmly. He shook his head again. I sighed fake dramatically. Trick him. "Fine, I'm cuter, but you, you're the epitome of perfection." That was so corny, but he's still smiling. Sort of. Maybe he likes corny. Jack leaned forward a bit, his lips only getting closer.
"I'll take that," he grinned.
"Good," I replied, unable to suppress my own grin. I hadn't realized Jack had been moving until my back hit the edge of the pool. Kiss him. If you don't do it now, you'll chicken out later. I clasped my hands loosely behind his neck. What if he doesn't want to kiss me? He slept with you last night. He said he slept with you last night. He did. Okay, kiss him now.
"Fucking hell," Jack murmured impatiently before lifting a hand to my neck and pulling my lips to his. Our lips moved slowly against each other as my hands wound their way into his - oh, so perfect - hair. Told you he wanted to kiss you.