Fourteen
Noah
I’m a dick.
I don’t know what came over me, but sitting in my room alone for hours has been an easy way for me to get bored. I realize I acted sort of insane. It wasn’t right that Jamie lied, but I may have overreacted a bit. Jamie just wanted to help me and I let embarrassment take over logic.
You are one dramatic asshole.
First I have to pee, and I need a shower, and then I’ll go to Jamie, apologizing on my hands and knees if I have to. Whatever this is with Jamie, it’s something I want to explore, and being a brat is not the way to go about it. Heat blooms in my stomach. There’s just something about him. Something that refuses to let go of me. All he did was try to give me time to pay rent and I overreacted.
Grabbing my clothes, I peek out my door, not seeing Jamie in the living room. After walking into the bathroom, I flick on the light, listening but still not hearing a thing down the hall.
Maybe he’s asleep.
After washing my hands and looking for a towel, I step out of my clothes. I’m about to turn the shower knobs on when I hear a light knock. “Hey. Can we talk when you’re done? I want to talk about earlier.” It’s quiet for a moment before I hear a sigh and soft cursing. “I’ll be in the kitchen, okay?”
Looking down, I decide to have some fun.
Plus, Jamie deserves a treat after I acted like a brat earlier.
Going to the door, I take a deep breath. “You can come in. I’m decent.” Turning the knob, Jamie opens the door, taking a second to comprehend just what he’s seeing before his eyes practically pop out of his head. “Hello, roomy.”
“What the fu—you said you were decent!”
“I am.”
He covers his eyes and I have to laugh.
“You’re naked!”
“So . . . more than decent.”
“I’ll talk to you when you’re done being a jackass.” As he turns to leave I grab him by his sweater, pulling him back and shutting the door. Jamie backs up against it, trying to grab the handle, glaring down at me with his lips pinched.
“Want to help me?”
When I notice his eyes on my body, Jamie looks away. “No. I want to talk to you.”
“I mean, we could do both.”
“You’re killing me,” Jamie grits. Still ignoring me, he glares a hole through the wall beyond him.
“He’s very friendly. Has only ever attacked one person in his life.”
Brows pinching, Jamie frowns, but a tiny twitch of his lips makes me smile. “What’s wrong with you? I mean that genuinely.”
“I think you love this.”
“I don’t. Trust me, I don’t.”
“I think you do. If Mark hadn’t interrupted us, I think you two would have become great friends,” I tease.
“Well, I have a feeling he’s got plenty of friends.”
“Oh... slut shaming.” I tsk. “So, we’re being mean mean? Got it.”
I see his eyes soften just a touch before he shuts them. “I’m sorry, that wasn’t right.” Pinching his brow, he looks away. “And I feel like shit about earlier.”
I walk to the shower, turn it on, and feel the water. “I’ve had a bad few weeks and I haven’t slept well. I’m sorry I overreacted. I need a shower, and wanted to have fun at your expense.” Looking over my shoulder, I watch Jamie’s eyes on my ass before they dart away. “You’re welcome to join me, though.” Stepping into the shower, I let the hot water melt all my tension.
While standing under the spray, I keep glancing over at the six-foot shadow leaning against the wall, his black T-shirt allowing the gorgeous tattoos on his arms to be seen. Whoever did those is so fucking talented.
“I didn’t want to say anything, but you kind of smell. Maybe you need a shower too.”
“I don’t smell.”
“Foul. You should shower,” I insist.
“I’m not doing that.”
“It’s offensive. Like tuna in the sun and moldy beets.”
“Why beets?”
Shrugging, I close the opaque shower curtain with a smirk. “Just saying. I don’t want to have to tell Hunter that his best friend has bad hygiene. I’m kind of embarrassed for you.”
“I doubt you’re capable of embarrassment.”
Grabbing shampoo, I wash my hair. “Oh! Is that why Hunter moved out? That has to be the only reason he’d willingly live with Mark.”
“Your love for your best friend is touching.”
I peek out the shower curtain. “He’s the most important person in my life, and I will cut a bitch if they breathe weirdly in his direction.” Grabbing Jamie’s soap, I smirk. “This bottle is soooo heavy. If only I had a tall tattooed man to help me uncap it,” I whine, twisting the cap. “So tight!”
“You’re a pain in the ass.”
“I prefer to bottom.” Watching through the curtain as he seems to get closer, I see him bend forward.
What is he doing?
Hearing shuffling, I watch him carefully. “How ever will I get all my special places alone. My poor nooks and crannies!”
“Does your smart mouth ever stop?”
“If you want me to shut my smart mouth you better—” The curtain whipping open makes me jump back, and Jamie steps into the shower, water drenching his T-shirt and boxers. “Well, hello there.” Okay weird, he’s still wearing clothes, but I’m not going to be picky.
“Give me your soap.”
“Oh, well . . . I don’t have any.”
Jamie eyes me. “Well, I would lend you mine but you don’t like charity.”
Check one for Jamie.
“I may have overreacted.”
“May have?”
“Did. I did overreact, but I’m serious. I don’t want you to help me. I can pay my own way. I can figure it out. I don’t want to burden you any more than I already have.”
Jamie reaches for the body wash next to me, water pelting his sopping wet T-shirt. Why doesn’t he just strip down? It’s not like I haven’t already seen his dick. “Why would you think you’re a burden? I asked you to move in. I need a roommate”
“I’m sorry, it’s been a rough couple of weeks.”
“I understand. Truce?”
“Truce.” A tiny weight lifts from me.
“Washcloth.”
“What?”
“Give me the washcloth.”
“Oh . . . I forgot to grab one.”
“Is this your first time taking a shower?” His brow cocks. “Did the maids do that for you as well?”
“Prick.” Another check for Jamie.
“Here.”
“Here, what?”
“Here, wash yourself.”
“But...” Pouting, I whine. “I’m too tired from moving.” Jamie shuts his eyes and takes a deep breath, for some reason.
Slowly opening his gorgeous bright eyes, they narrow into a hard glare on me, and after he squeezes a generous amount of body wash into his hands, I slowly grab it from him and set it down. “Be thorough,” I say, winking, and Jamie purses his lips. His large hands land on my chest, soaping me up.
Moaning softly, I close my eyes.
“Can you calm the fuck down?” He laughs, and I feel his hands across my chest before they run down my body. Jamie finishes soaping up my abs, noticeably avoiding my hardening cock. Putting his hands up when done, his dark eyes graze my skin.
Turning suddenly, my ass grazes Jamie’s boxers. A slight groan leaves his lips and I step back a bit. Jamie’s hands freeze before sliding over my abs. Heat pools in my belly.
“You have a nice body.” Jamie steps forward, bringing our bodies even closer as his hands smooth over my skin. I let him play, exploring my body with his curious hands before they travel back, pausing before my ass. Craning my neck, I look up and see the heat in his eyes. “Go ahead. You can touch me.”
With those words Jamie’s fingers slip down, squeezing and massaging my ass. “Soap.” The husky word makes me shiver. Bending over slowly, I smile at the soft noise Jamie makes, and when I look over my shoulder his eyes are on my ass. Grabbing the bottle, I hold it out as Jamie takes some in his hand. Water drips from his black hair and his clothes are sucked to his body.
Taking the body wash, Jamie’s arms circle my waist, smoothing over the flat of my stomach and down to grab my dick. Pleasure zings up my spine, making my balls tingle. The touch is hesitant, testing, but so damn good.
Jamie tentatively gives me a slow stroke. “Just how you like it.” As if something clicks in his mind he starts to stroke me slowly. “This... feels weird.” What? I look up at him, confused. “Not weird, sorry. Different... but good. So good. I like touching you.”
“Feeling’s mutual.” Moaning softly, Jamie starts to work me slowly. Pressure builds in my belly as he teases my head with his thumb, spreading precum over my cockhead. I feel a kiss land on my neck and I tremble. Turning my head slightly, the sight nearly takes my breath away. Jamie’s dark eyes glitter. There’s so much emotion in them. My eyes flick to his full lips, remembering how they taste. “Feel good?”
“Incredible.” Jamie leans down, slanting his mouth on mine and picking up speed. My balls tighten. Fuck, I’m going to come. This man’s slowly killing me. “I’m close.” Jamie grinds against my ass, freezing when his thick erection rubs between my cheeks. “Sorry... Fuck, sorry I—”
“Don’t stop.” I reach behind, pulling him against me and rubbing his clothed cock against me. Nearly collapsing, I brace my hands on the shower wall as Jamie jerks me off, rutting against my ass. “Come, Noah. I want you to come.”
I grind back against him. Jamie tenses behind me, his hand picks up speed. Everything is so intense. “Jamie—” Kissing him harder, I moan against him, whimpering as my orgasm hits me in waves.
Panting softly against his lips, I pull back, looking up. Jamie’s mouth parts, his eyes glassy and eager. Leaning up, I kiss him one last time. “Apology accepted.”
Letting me go abruptly, Jamie rolls his eyes. "Asshole.”
“Your turn.” I reach for his boxers but Jamie catches my wrist. “What?”
“I’m fine.”
“What—” I look down as understanding hits me. “Did you?” My jaw falls open. “Wow.”
“Don’t tease me. Please,” he snaps. “This is embarrassing.”
Looping my arms around his neck, I know we’ll lose warm water at any moment. “A compliment of the highest order, I promise.” Giving us both some space, I step back. “At least let me clean you up.”
“I took a shower this morning. I’m fine.”
“I have eyes. I’m very aware of how fine you are. Now give me the goods.”
“I’m fine.”
“Come on!”
“I’m clean. I’m fine.”
Smiling, I pinch Jamie’s stomach, laughing as he swats it away. “I’m not above begging.” I laugh as Jamie dodges my hands.
“Noah—”
“What... what’s the matter?” Teasing, I try to wash him as Jamie avoids my advances. “Come on, let me clean you properly!”
“Noah—” I reach for him and Jamie misses my hand as it slips under his shirt.
I freeze.
What the hell?
“Jamie—”
All the playfulness gets sucked out of the room. “I said I’m fine,” he snaps.
“I’m sorry. I thought we were playing—”
“Towels are in the cabinet next to the sink.”
With that, he’s gone, leaving me in water that’s slowly running cold. What the hell was that? Raised skin above his belly button. It wasn’t just a simple scar, that was... What the hell was that? Whatever it was, it felt huge and jagged. Jamie eyes me one last time, and the hurt in those eyes makes me feel like shit.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t—” Jamie leaves, shutting the door hard. Shit, I fucked up. I thought we were playing around. All the good feelings from five minutes ago are gone. What the hell was that?
What happened to Jamie?