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S&J Chapter 3
5:30. I was frantically rushing around my house trying to get ready for Patrick to come over and pick me up. I already had my hair up in a ponytail, and I was now just decided what to wear. It was supposed to be casual; it was just a movie at his hotel, but I couldn't seem to find anything good enough. A skirt seemed to girly, and sweatpants seemed TOO casual. I settled on a pair of jeans and a comfortable t-shirt. I then quickly ran into the bathroom to check to see if I looked okay. I didn't wear makeup, and it was a rare occasion when I did anyways. Before I had any time to fix any minor flaw in my face, the doorbell rang and I was running to the door. I took a breath for a second and opened the door.
"Hi." I said smiling.
"And how are you on this fine evening?" Patrick said.
"Fantastic."
"Good, glad to hear it."
"I've got to go and get ready some more-"
"Don't be ridiculous."
"But-"
"You look fine."
"I still-"
"Parker, if you wouldn't have said you weren't ready, I wouldn't have even been able to tell. You look beautiful."
He quickly kissed me on the lips. I smiled immediately.
"So, do you wanna hang around here and waste time, or do you want to get on with movie night?"
"Definitely the second one." I replied. I happily grabbed his hand and walked out of the house.
We sat cuddled together on his bed watching Plan 9 From Outer Space.
"This movie is SO fucking terrible." he said, laughing. His arm was around my shoulders and my head was laying on his chest. I felt so secure in his arms.
"Agreed. I don't really even know if I wanna know how it ends. Or even if I care."
"Do you wanna just stop watching it, then?"
"Please."
He grabbed the remote and turned the TV off. "Good god, why would anyone create a film that bad? It shouldn't even be a movie. It's ridiculous."
"I dunno." I replied, shrugging my shoulders.
He looked over at my face resting on his shoulder. "So, what do you wanna do since our movie decided to be the worst movie ever made?"
"Well, I did promise one thing..." I adjusted my body so I was practically straddling him on the bed, and kissed him. The same way we did the night before. Except this time, I started with tongue. I seen the look on his face change and he returned the kiss quickly. I was determined not to be the one to pull away first this time. Either he was going to give in, or this would go on all night. His hands moved to my hips, and this time, the gesture was appreciated when I felt emotions rush through me. I wasn't quite sure what the feeling was, but I was enjoying it. For the first time, I felt confident and unafraid. In his presence, I could do anything. I felt invincible.
My hands were on either side of his face, running my fingers through his hair and weaving them through his sideburns.
I got a bit unnerved when I heard him moan in the back of his throat as we kissed, but I continued on. I think he sensed me being uncomfortable and he pulled away. Ha, I didn't pull away first, I thought for a second.
"What's wrong?"
"It's nothing. I was just...nervous."
"About what?"
I laughed a little at his innocent statement. Here I was, straddling him on a bed, and making out with him.
"About what? Think about what we're doing. And then you made that sound, and I got nervous..."
"OH. Ok. I get it. If you're not wanting to-"
That emotion flooded through me again. I couldn't stop now. Even if I wanted to.
"I want to."
"What?" the look of surprise on his face was unmistakable.
"I do."
"Are you...sure?"
I nodded. I smiled and pressed my forehead to his. He returned the smile and his lips met mine again. This time there was more lust, more passion in every movement. His soft lips pressed to mine and it was me that moaned this time. I felt his hands move to my behind, gently massaging up and down. My hips pressed a bit firmer to his, and I was taken aback for a second. He was already hard beneath me.
"Oh god." I thought out loud.
"Oh god what?" he said between kisses.
"I didn't know you were already...you know..."
"That's exactly what you do to me, Parker."
"Oh gosh." I said again, feeling his hard member grind in between my legs. I was getting skittish again. It felt so good that I didn't want to be hesitant, I really didn't, but my inner fight-or-flight response was telling me to fly.
"Patrick, I-"
"What?"
"I don't know if I can do this."
He had a pained expression on his face for a second but he moved his hands from my backside to my waist. He then nodded and spoke. "If you don't want to, you don't have to. I'm not gonna force you to do something you don't want to."
"I'm really sorry, Patrick. I thought I was ready to maybe take a step further, but I'm not. I'm so sorry-"
"No, no, don't apologize. It's fine. I swear." he smiled at me and brushed a lock of hair away from my face. "You are beautiful though, Parker."
"And you've got an equally beautiful face, Patrick."
"Maybe you wouldn't mind getting off me, so I can, uh-"
"OH." I speedily got off of him. "Yeah, of course. I'm sorry, again."
"No, no, it's fine, it's fine."
I watched him as he slowly got up off the bed. I'm sure with the jeans he was in, he couldn't have been comfortable. As he walked past the bed, I glanced downwards at his...uh...'package'. It was hard not to notice with those tight pants. I bit my lip, my cheeks flushing a little as a rush flowed through my body again. I really did feel bad. I didn't want to just abruptly stop like that. I did want him...just not yet. I wanted him more than I was willing to admit to myself.
And now I was sitting on his bed alone while he was...doing stuff in the bathroom.
What a wonderful night.
Night was coming to a close at about midnight. Patrick and I had spent most of the evening talking after our incident earlier. He said it was ok, but I felt bad for leading him on. We were talking about my fear of relationships...or even getting attached in general.
"Why can't you open yourself up to people?" he asked. I think he was genuinely curious.
"I'm not sure. I've just never been able to really get close to people. That's why I get so detached sometimes."
"So that's why you did that...thing a few hours ago?"
"Exactly. It's not you, I swear. I want you badly. I just can't seem to convince my mind to agree with the rest of me."
He smirked. "You want me?"
"You know what I mean, Patrick. Don't get all cocky." I teased.
"I know precisely what you mean. And that is why I'm smiling."
I playfully hit him on the shoulder, my face turning red again.
"Anyways...I don't know why I can't open up. It's strange. Because part of me wants to, but then part of me knows that someday I'll open up and get completely screwed over."
"I promise I won't screw you over. I'm a nice guy." he said with a smile.
I giggled and sighed. "I know you are. You know, it's getting kinda late..."
"Do you wanna go home? I'll drive you back-"
"I think I'll stay here tonight."
He grinned and edged towards me to plant a kiss on my lips. "I definitely don't have a problem with that."
I made sure to get up early, so I could get back home before work in the afternoon, thinking I would have to wake up Patrick to drive me, but he was already awake and making pancakes again (I could tell by the smell) by the time the alarm in my phone went off. I had slept in my underwear again, and honestly, I didn't have much of problem with him seeing me anymore. I yawned and stretched, throwing the covers off me and getting up to retrieve my clothes. The minute I got up, I heard a crash come from the kitchen, followed by loud cursing. I quickly threw on my shirt and ran into the kitchen.
"PATRICK? Are you ok?"
He was clutching the underside of his left arm with a pain-filled expression on his face. "I think I burnt myself on the fucking...burner thing. The stupid pancakes are out to kill me..."
"Let me see." I moved quickly towards him and took hold of his arm. I was observing the wound as he started laughing a little. "And this is why I don't cook things. This kind of shit happens. OW, CAREFUL!"
I accidentally touched the burnt spot. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to touch it." I sighed. "It's not a bad burn, but you're gonna have to get it bandaged."
"There has to be some bandages somewhere in this room."
I ran off to the bathroom, and sure enough, there were some bandages and wrappings under the sink. I came back into the kitchen and decided to play doctor.
"Alright, sit down." I said, pointing to one of the chairs at the kitchen table. He did as he was told and sat down, holding his arm up on the table. I pulled up a chair next to him and gently went over the burn with soap and warm water so the bandage would stick. He winced in pain a lot, but he sucked it up most of the time. He broke the silence as I started wrapping the bandage on his arm.
"Thank you."
I looked away from the bandages for a second and glanced at his face. His green eyes were staring into my own with a look of pure gratitude. I grinned and went back to the bandages.
"No problem. I like taking care of people."
"It's still nice of you to do it. I'm kinda worried if I can play guitar like this."
"You don't play guitar with your arms though. You play with your hands. And you burnt your left arm, not your right. You should be fine."
"Good point. Do you want me to take you back home now?"
"After breakfast."
"Well, I kinda fucked up the pancakes. So...do you wanna go somewhere?"
He was right. He did fuck up the pancakes pretty bad, considering most of them were black because, well...he burned himself. He was a bigger priority than breakfast. I finished wrapping up his arm and stood back up.
"Sure. Just let me get dressed."
"Fair enough."
I left Patrick in the kitchen to clean things up, and I quickly got the rest of my clothes on. What an exciting morning this already turned out to be.
He drove me to my house after that whole fiasco was over. I still didn't have to go to work until 3:00, so I wasn't too worried about time; it was only 10:00 am at the moment. I invited him in when we got there because I had some better bandages than the shitty ones at the hotel. And a decent first aid kit, unlike the hotel.
"Just go ahead and sit on the couch for a second, I'll be back." I told him, heading to my bathroom cabinet. I grabbed the wrappings from the bathroom and came back to find him looking around at stuff.
"You've got a really nice place."
"Thank you. Now show me your arm."
"It's not that bad-"
"Come on, I promise I won't touch it. I won't hurt you."
"Fine." he said with a smile.
I sat down closely next to him. I could sense his eyes watching me as I carefully unwrapped the first bandages and put on the new ones. As I pinned down the bandages, I moved my hands slowly on his arm. I pretended to be intently focused on his bandages while I felt his eyes watching my every move. I looked over at him. His face was dead serious, his eyes full of fire.
"You are so gorgeous, Parker."
I smiled and looked down at my lap, moving my hands into my line of vision. Looking back up at him, I felt a rush.
"You don't think you would want to...maybe...try again?"
I was taken aback for a moment as he said it, but his eyes were so enticing. It was hard to say no. I plucked up the courage to respond.
"I don't want you to get your hopes up if I ditch on you again. I can't do that to you twice."
"But Parker-"
"Patrick, I can't guarantee that my body won't flip out and stop me again. I can't promise anything."
"You want to though, right? Who says I can't try to help? I know this sounds bad, but I really want you, and I am willing to do anything to help."
I giggled nervously as his hands took mine. "Alright. Go ahead and try."
Immediately after I said it, he pulled me close to him and kissed me. He was soft and gentle at first and I wasn't protesting...yet. His hands wrapped around my hips and tenderly laid me back on the couch. His lips were still on mine, and I slowly wrapped my arms around him, pulling his body weight onto me. Careful to go slow and not spook myself, I pulled off his jacket, and threw it to the floor.
This just may happen yet.
5:30. I was frantically rushing around my house trying to get ready for Patrick to come over and pick me up. I already had my hair up in a ponytail, and I was now just decided what to wear. It was supposed to be casual; it was just a movie at his hotel, but I couldn't seem to find anything good enough. A skirt seemed to girly, and sweatpants seemed TOO casual. I settled on a pair of jeans and a comfortable t-shirt. I then quickly ran into the bathroom to check to see if I looked okay. I didn't wear makeup, and it was a rare occasion when I did anyways. Before I had any time to fix any minor flaw in my face, the doorbell rang and I was running to the door. I took a breath for a second and opened the door.
"Hi." I said smiling.
"And how are you on this fine evening?" Patrick said.
"Fantastic."
"Good, glad to hear it."
"I've got to go and get ready some more-"
"Don't be ridiculous."
"But-"
"You look fine."
"I still-"
"Parker, if you wouldn't have said you weren't ready, I wouldn't have even been able to tell. You look beautiful."
He quickly kissed me on the lips. I smiled immediately.
"So, do you wanna hang around here and waste time, or do you want to get on with movie night?"
"Definitely the second one." I replied. I happily grabbed his hand and walked out of the house.
We sat cuddled together on his bed watching Plan 9 From Outer Space.
"This movie is SO fucking terrible." he said, laughing. His arm was around my shoulders and my head was laying on his chest. I felt so secure in his arms.
"Agreed. I don't really even know if I wanna know how it ends. Or even if I care."
"Do you wanna just stop watching it, then?"
"Please."
He grabbed the remote and turned the TV off. "Good god, why would anyone create a film that bad? It shouldn't even be a movie. It's ridiculous."
"I dunno." I replied, shrugging my shoulders.
He looked over at my face resting on his shoulder. "So, what do you wanna do since our movie decided to be the worst movie ever made?"
"Well, I did promise one thing..." I adjusted my body so I was practically straddling him on the bed, and kissed him. The same way we did the night before. Except this time, I started with tongue. I seen the look on his face change and he returned the kiss quickly. I was determined not to be the one to pull away first this time. Either he was going to give in, or this would go on all night. His hands moved to my hips, and this time, the gesture was appreciated when I felt emotions rush through me. I wasn't quite sure what the feeling was, but I was enjoying it. For the first time, I felt confident and unafraid. In his presence, I could do anything. I felt invincible.
My hands were on either side of his face, running my fingers through his hair and weaving them through his sideburns.
I got a bit unnerved when I heard him moan in the back of his throat as we kissed, but I continued on. I think he sensed me being uncomfortable and he pulled away. Ha, I didn't pull away first, I thought for a second.
"What's wrong?"
"It's nothing. I was just...nervous."
"About what?"
I laughed a little at his innocent statement. Here I was, straddling him on a bed, and making out with him.
"About what? Think about what we're doing. And then you made that sound, and I got nervous..."
"OH. Ok. I get it. If you're not wanting to-"
That emotion flooded through me again. I couldn't stop now. Even if I wanted to.
"I want to."
"What?" the look of surprise on his face was unmistakable.
"I do."
"Are you...sure?"
I nodded. I smiled and pressed my forehead to his. He returned the smile and his lips met mine again. This time there was more lust, more passion in every movement. His soft lips pressed to mine and it was me that moaned this time. I felt his hands move to my behind, gently massaging up and down. My hips pressed a bit firmer to his, and I was taken aback for a second. He was already hard beneath me.
"Oh god." I thought out loud.
"Oh god what?" he said between kisses.
"I didn't know you were already...you know..."
"That's exactly what you do to me, Parker."
"Oh gosh." I said again, feeling his hard member grind in between my legs. I was getting skittish again. It felt so good that I didn't want to be hesitant, I really didn't, but my inner fight-or-flight response was telling me to fly.
"Patrick, I-"
"What?"
"I don't know if I can do this."
He had a pained expression on his face for a second but he moved his hands from my backside to my waist. He then nodded and spoke. "If you don't want to, you don't have to. I'm not gonna force you to do something you don't want to."
"I'm really sorry, Patrick. I thought I was ready to maybe take a step further, but I'm not. I'm so sorry-"
"No, no, don't apologize. It's fine. I swear." he smiled at me and brushed a lock of hair away from my face. "You are beautiful though, Parker."
"And you've got an equally beautiful face, Patrick."
"Maybe you wouldn't mind getting off me, so I can, uh-"
"OH." I speedily got off of him. "Yeah, of course. I'm sorry, again."
"No, no, it's fine, it's fine."
I watched him as he slowly got up off the bed. I'm sure with the jeans he was in, he couldn't have been comfortable. As he walked past the bed, I glanced downwards at his...uh...'package'. It was hard not to notice with those tight pants. I bit my lip, my cheeks flushing a little as a rush flowed through my body again. I really did feel bad. I didn't want to just abruptly stop like that. I did want him...just not yet. I wanted him more than I was willing to admit to myself.
And now I was sitting on his bed alone while he was...doing stuff in the bathroom.
What a wonderful night.
Night was coming to a close at about midnight. Patrick and I had spent most of the evening talking after our incident earlier. He said it was ok, but I felt bad for leading him on. We were talking about my fear of relationships...or even getting attached in general.
"Why can't you open yourself up to people?" he asked. I think he was genuinely curious.
"I'm not sure. I've just never been able to really get close to people. That's why I get so detached sometimes."
"So that's why you did that...thing a few hours ago?"
"Exactly. It's not you, I swear. I want you badly. I just can't seem to convince my mind to agree with the rest of me."
He smirked. "You want me?"
"You know what I mean, Patrick. Don't get all cocky." I teased.
"I know precisely what you mean. And that is why I'm smiling."
I playfully hit him on the shoulder, my face turning red again.
"Anyways...I don't know why I can't open up. It's strange. Because part of me wants to, but then part of me knows that someday I'll open up and get completely screwed over."
"I promise I won't screw you over. I'm a nice guy." he said with a smile.
I giggled and sighed. "I know you are. You know, it's getting kinda late..."
"Do you wanna go home? I'll drive you back-"
"I think I'll stay here tonight."
He grinned and edged towards me to plant a kiss on my lips. "I definitely don't have a problem with that."
I made sure to get up early, so I could get back home before work in the afternoon, thinking I would have to wake up Patrick to drive me, but he was already awake and making pancakes again (I could tell by the smell) by the time the alarm in my phone went off. I had slept in my underwear again, and honestly, I didn't have much of problem with him seeing me anymore. I yawned and stretched, throwing the covers off me and getting up to retrieve my clothes. The minute I got up, I heard a crash come from the kitchen, followed by loud cursing. I quickly threw on my shirt and ran into the kitchen.
"PATRICK? Are you ok?"
He was clutching the underside of his left arm with a pain-filled expression on his face. "I think I burnt myself on the fucking...burner thing. The stupid pancakes are out to kill me..."
"Let me see." I moved quickly towards him and took hold of his arm. I was observing the wound as he started laughing a little. "And this is why I don't cook things. This kind of shit happens. OW, CAREFUL!"
I accidentally touched the burnt spot. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to touch it." I sighed. "It's not a bad burn, but you're gonna have to get it bandaged."
"There has to be some bandages somewhere in this room."
I ran off to the bathroom, and sure enough, there were some bandages and wrappings under the sink. I came back into the kitchen and decided to play doctor.
"Alright, sit down." I said, pointing to one of the chairs at the kitchen table. He did as he was told and sat down, holding his arm up on the table. I pulled up a chair next to him and gently went over the burn with soap and warm water so the bandage would stick. He winced in pain a lot, but he sucked it up most of the time. He broke the silence as I started wrapping the bandage on his arm.
"Thank you."
I looked away from the bandages for a second and glanced at his face. His green eyes were staring into my own with a look of pure gratitude. I grinned and went back to the bandages.
"No problem. I like taking care of people."
"It's still nice of you to do it. I'm kinda worried if I can play guitar like this."
"You don't play guitar with your arms though. You play with your hands. And you burnt your left arm, not your right. You should be fine."
"Good point. Do you want me to take you back home now?"
"After breakfast."
"Well, I kinda fucked up the pancakes. So...do you wanna go somewhere?"
He was right. He did fuck up the pancakes pretty bad, considering most of them were black because, well...he burned himself. He was a bigger priority than breakfast. I finished wrapping up his arm and stood back up.
"Sure. Just let me get dressed."
"Fair enough."
I left Patrick in the kitchen to clean things up, and I quickly got the rest of my clothes on. What an exciting morning this already turned out to be.
He drove me to my house after that whole fiasco was over. I still didn't have to go to work until 3:00, so I wasn't too worried about time; it was only 10:00 am at the moment. I invited him in when we got there because I had some better bandages than the shitty ones at the hotel. And a decent first aid kit, unlike the hotel.
"Just go ahead and sit on the couch for a second, I'll be back." I told him, heading to my bathroom cabinet. I grabbed the wrappings from the bathroom and came back to find him looking around at stuff.
"You've got a really nice place."
"Thank you. Now show me your arm."
"It's not that bad-"
"Come on, I promise I won't touch it. I won't hurt you."
"Fine." he said with a smile.
I sat down closely next to him. I could sense his eyes watching me as I carefully unwrapped the first bandages and put on the new ones. As I pinned down the bandages, I moved my hands slowly on his arm. I pretended to be intently focused on his bandages while I felt his eyes watching my every move. I looked over at him. His face was dead serious, his eyes full of fire.
"You are so gorgeous, Parker."
I smiled and looked down at my lap, moving my hands into my line of vision. Looking back up at him, I felt a rush.
"You don't think you would want to...maybe...try again?"
I was taken aback for a moment as he said it, but his eyes were so enticing. It was hard to say no. I plucked up the courage to respond.
"I don't want you to get your hopes up if I ditch on you again. I can't do that to you twice."
"But Parker-"
"Patrick, I can't guarantee that my body won't flip out and stop me again. I can't promise anything."
"You want to though, right? Who says I can't try to help? I know this sounds bad, but I really want you, and I am willing to do anything to help."
I giggled nervously as his hands took mine. "Alright. Go ahead and try."
Immediately after I said it, he pulled me close to him and kissed me. He was soft and gentle at first and I wasn't protesting...yet. His hands wrapped around my hips and tenderly laid me back on the couch. His lips were still on mine, and I slowly wrapped my arms around him, pulling his body weight onto me. Careful to go slow and not spook myself, I pulled off his jacket, and threw it to the floor.
This just may happen yet.
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