Episode 17

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I don't know why I let myself be dragged along by you guys, I'm tired, I'm sleepy and for the love of God, please stop shopping.

Jason was leaning against the wall near the fitting rooms while the two women kept trying on clothes, having kidnapped him from his home to get some fresh air and forget about the bad mood that had consumed his entire weekend.

"Relax, it's pointless to get upset."

"Cameron, I really admire your patience and how you let these two lunatics drag you around,"

"To tell the truth, I only went to Nara's for a book and before I knew it, we were all here.

"How about this?" Magy emerged with a form-fitting red dress that could drive anyone crazy.

Jason scrutinized her closely. "You're smoking hot, babe."

"Awesome!! That’s exactly the reaction I was hoping for." She jumped and clapped her hands.

"Poor Daniel," Jason whispered.

"I heard you, princess!" yelled from the fitting room.

"Nara, are you coming out or planning to sleep in there?"

"Cameron, just say you're crazy about seeing me," the beautiful redhead was there in an electric blue bathing suit, her pale skin looking beautiful and those little freckles on her shoulders stood out even more.

For the first time, Jason noticed a slight change in Cameron's demeanor, which he quickly regained.

"Good choice." That was all he said before he left.

Once the girls had maxed out their cards, they left the place. Nara grabbed Cameron's arm, and both walked ahead of the cousins, who continued to argue over Jason's constant desire to return home and confine himself to his room.

"Cameron!" a scream drew the attention of those who paused their chatting to see an exotic brunette stand in front of their friends, and her face indicated that a storm was about to break.

"Mika, love,"

Nara let go of Cameron's arm and stepped back a few centimeters.

"You didn't want to go shopping with me because you had to study, but you didn't mind being with this bitch?"

"Calm down, Mika, this isn't what it looks like,"

"Oh no," her honey-colored eyes looked like fire; the girl glared at Cameron and Nara, ready to kill.

Magy and Jason quickly moved and stood by the redhead, who for the first time was at a loss for words.

"I'm tired of this whore always hanging around you, and you always telling me she's just a friend. Do you think I’m stupid, that I don't see how she looks at you, how she hangs on your arm whenever she can?"

"Come on, baby, it's not like that," Cameron took his girl by the arm.

"Don't mess with me, Cameron, I'm not an idiot," she pulled away and walked up to Nara.

"I know exactly the kind of bitch you are, you've been through so many beds you probably can’t even remember them, but he's mine."

"Look, Mika, I would never look at Cameron, he..."

"Shut your fucking mouth."

"Damn, I tried to be nice, but you can go to hell, Cameron has been my friend since elementary school, and I'm not going to stay away from him because of your unfounded jealousy."

"That’s enough, Nara, I'll handle it, just go."

Nara nodded; her eyes glistened yet she refused to let any tears roll down her cheek, deciding to leave without looking back. Jason and Magy followed closely, and the couple's shouts could still be heard in the distance.

"Shit, I've never seen Nara like that; why didn't she defend herself? I thought we would be trying to get her off Micaela, but she just let herself be insulted."

"Jason, you're so naive."

"Why?"

"That girl you see there, she would never do anything to hurt Cameron, and the idiot still doesn't realize it."

The room was lit by a faint glimmer of light. Jason had thrown himself onto the bed, enjoying the softness of the sheets. He had to work overtime the previous days to pay for the mess caused by the fight, and he knew money would be deducted from his salary. At this rate, he'd have to find another job.

"You can do it," he told himself, looking at the ceiling.

The doorbell rang, and with great reluctance, he left his beautiful mattress, descending the stairs as if his body weighed tons.

Whoever was on the other side obviously was very eager to be attended to because they kept ringing nonstop.

"Coming," he yelled, annoyed.

He opened the door, and there stood the handsome brunet with green eyes, looking at him like an abandoned puppy.

"Jason."

Jason wanted to shut the door; seeing him only reminded him of the argument and the shitty weekend he had to endure, not to mention that he was just "another conquest."

"Please, Jason, let's talk," Bill stuck his foot in to prevent the door from closing.

"What the hell do you want?"

"Just to talk, please."

"I don't, leave," Jason tried to close the door, but this time the brunet put his body in the way.

"Please, baby."

"Baby? Did you take something before coming?"

Bill's mischievous smile emerged when he noticed how the cheeks of his "boy" turned pink despite his upset demeanor.

"Yes, you're my baby, sweet, beautiful, smart. With each word, he stepped closer to Jason, who backed away trying to keep his distance—

"I missed you, Jason"—his hand reached for the face before him, but a quick slap pushed it aside.

The touch lifted Jason from the slowly sinking bubble caused by that boy and he pushed him out back onto the street.

"I don't give a damn, Brennan; just because I didn't answer doesn't mean that I forgot what I owe you; stay calm, I always keep my word."

"Come on, Jason, that's not what I meant, I was, upset, you are,"

"Just another fling." Jason added with a sarcastic smile.

"Look, Brennan, I'm not like the girls you go out with who then jump from friend to friend. As Becker said, I'm not your friend, your boyfriend, and definitely not your whore on call, so keep your idiot friends in check."

"Jason, I didn't mean to…"

The door closed in Bill's face, leaving him with words hanging in the air. He lowered his head, let out a sigh, turned on his heels, and left.

"Give it time," the sweet voice made him lift his defeated face to find Shara holding grocery bags. There was no doubt that woman still had a sublime beauty that was slowly returning, thanks to the effects of the new treatment.

"Shara, let me take that," the man walked over and took the bags, and in a kind gesture, the woman ruffled his hair.

"Come help me take these to the kitchen."

Bill passed by the stairs and tried to peek to see the person he so desperately wanted to have.

"Jason is stubborn." Once again, that sweet voice caught his attention; Shara was arranging things in the pantry, and Bill sat on one of the stools next to the small island.

"I don't know what happened between you, but when my treasure gets angry, there's no way of getting him out of that mood. Just give it time."

"I know, but he won't answer my calls or messages, I know I should give him time, but..."

"You can't," the woman interrupted, smiling— "Well, this beauty pointing at herself must go out for an hour, I guess it wouldn't be my fault if coincidentally someone goes up to the first floor, right?"

Bill grinned— "of course, it wouldn't be your fault at all."

"I thought so." Shara walked up to Bill and caressed him— "Be good to him, he seems tough but he isn't, don't hurt him, okay?"

Bill nodded and Shara left the house.

He didn't hesitate for a second and was already knocking on Jason's room door relentlessly.

"Coming," Jason's irritated shout amused him—

"Magy, I'm—"

Before the door fully opened, Bill was on top of Jason, biting and kissing him as if there were no tomorrow, they stumbled, but one of the strong arms held him by the waist while the other pressed the nape of the neck to prevent separation from that desire-filled kiss.

"I’m sorry," Bill spoke almost whispering over his lips, not stopping the biting and then sucking again — "sorry, baby." Another merciless kiss fell upon Jason's plump lips which still couldn't believe what was happening.

One, two, three steps backward, and they fell onto the bed. Bill's weight, a few inches taller than Jason, pressed him onto the mattress. Bill relaxed when arms wound around his neck, and the kiss deepened, their pulses raced, and they seemed about to suffocate in an attempt to quench the uncontrollable desire engulfing them.

Bill moved away a few inches, caressed his plump lips with his thumb, and kissed them.

Slowly, small kisses traveled down Jason's neck, which let it happen, savoring the affections.

"I’m sorry," the deep voice on his neck made him shudder; Bill hugged him even tighter and hid his face in his now favorite spot, inhaled the sweet perfume, and his nose caressed the warm, soft neck.

"I’m an idiot, I shouldn’t have said that in the changing room, I just wanted to annoy Becker, I never thought he would go after you," Bill kept kissing Jason's neck as if there were no tomorrow.

Jason ran his hands along the wide back, feeling each muscle tense beneath his touch.

"It wasn't that what upset me, everyone knows Becker is a brainless idiot."

Laughter vibrated in his neck, and then beautiful green eyes met Jason's. Bill adjusted himself even better on the body beneath him, resting his forearms on the bed on either side of that beautiful face that seemed like a piece of art to him.

"I’m sorry," he repeated again.

"Don't call me again to say stupid things, Brennan, because I won’t forgive you next time, got it?" Jason crinkled his nose trying to look tough, though it had little effect.

Bill nodded and kissed him again, this time with utmost tenderness, took the lower lip gently, asking for permission with his tongue to explore that sweet place that was driving him crazy.

"The next game is in two days," Bill ran his tongue over the swollen lips— "I’d like you to come, but if…"

"I'll be there." Jason pulled him and kissed him again, completely lost in that pleasant sensation. Doubts and fears disappeared, it was just them, trying to alleviate the emotion that was consuming them.

Jason's hands roamed every part of that body pressing down on him while his tongue tangled in a game of passion without limits. Bill began to move in a subtle rocking rhythm, their bodies brushed against each other, and the room temperature rose amid the pants and moans devoured without end.

"Here comes the ice cream!" shouted Magy, bursting through the door. Both jumped as if on springs and sat on the edge of the bed trying to straighten their clothes.

"Wow, it looks like you two made up, good job Brennan," the redhead clapped her hands— "now go to the bathroom, your little friend needs attention," pointing at the brunette's crotch, who looked at her with a murderous intent.

"I swear, Magy, I'm going to kill you." Jason held a pillow over his legs, covering the prominent erection.

"Come on, princess, I just saved your virginal ass.” Magy took a spoonful of ice cream to her mouth and wiggled her eyebrows playfully.

"Don't you dare, Brennan, the chocolate is mine."

"I don’t see your name here," Bill held the tub of ice cream firmly. They were in the living room fighting over what was left of dessert after the girls decided to leave, not before making fun of the heated scene they had interrupted.

"Be nice," Bill pouted.

"No way you’re going to convince me," Jason pulled and won the last bite.

Bill, playing, put his hands on his chest— "you’ve just hurt my little heart, sweetheart."

"Ahh no! So, you actually have one?" Jason laughed, and his blue eyes sparkled like stars in the night. Bill was lost in them for a few seconds.

"Congratulations on the game," he settled on the couch trying to cut the tension in the air.

"Thanks."

"Your parents must be proud, Bill, you led the team to the final."

"I doubt they even found out, at least not from me." Bill looked down and fiddled with his hands. Jason noticed a certain discomfort.

"Why didn’t they go?"

Bill shook his head without saying a word. Jason felt a knot in his throat; now he understood why it was important for him to be there.

"My father," the brunet looked up to meet the eyes of the boy in front of him—"works tirelessly, he says he’s preparing my future. As for mom, since she got remarried, she spends more time abroad than here."

"I'm sorry, Bill."

"Don't worry, I'm used to it. I won't lie, I used to dream of seeing them in the stands, but over time I stopped waiting; it's better not to get your hopes up."

"Well, they're missing out on seeing the great Brennan running across the field and plowing through every would-be athlete who tries to bring him down."

The brunet smiled and shook his head.

"What?" Jason asked curiously.

"Just..." Bill shook his head again.

"What is it? Come on, tell me," Jason nudged his shoulder.

It's just that I feel comfortable with you, I can talk about anything. Even about my parents, you're unique, Jason.

Jason pressed his lips together, feeling warmth on his cheeks, he cleared his throat—

"Well, I am unique, Brennan."

"No doubt about that, Collins."

A thunderclap echoed through the house, and the lights flickered.

Both startled.

"Looks like a storm."

"Mmm," Bill walked to the window, he needed to leave for his house as soon as possible.

"Bill!" Shara's voice echoed towards the stairs.

The brunet turned to find the lovely woman holding a phone in her right hand, smiling.

"You’re staying here tonight. Baby, get your room ready."

Jason's eyes widened.

"Shara, my grandmother..."

"I just called her when I noticed the weather; she told me to brush my teeth and bundle up, that she'll expect me tomorrow unless the storm eases up."

"I don't want to be an inconvenience, Shara."

Shara walked up to him and caressed his face,

"Bill, you're family, you don’t bother us, and both Jason and I are happy to have you. Right, baby?" Shara turned to look at Jason, who was still in shock.

Jason blinked several times, seeing the smiling faces of Shara and Bill, and managed to nod.

"Perfect, let’s not talk about it anymore. I'll prepare dinner, and then off to bed."

"No, Shara, I'll prepare dinner," Bill grasped the woman’s shoulder, who nodded.

"Brennan, I don't want to die of food poisoning yet."

"Jason!" Shara shouted.

"You’re going to eat your words, Collins," Bill pointed at him, and both laughed.

The night progressed, the rain became heavier, and Shara had said goodbye to the boys and went to rest.

Jason just wanted to breathe normally, feeling Bill so close to his body in bed was driving him crazy.

"Jason, are you asleep?" Bill whispered close by.

"Mmm," Jason didn't want to talk; he felt like he was running out of air when his back felt Bill's bare torso.

"Honey, can I hug you? The storm scares me," Bill sounded flirty.

"Bill, sleep, tomorrow we have to get up early," Jason tried to stay calm, though his heart seemed to burst when the arm wrapped around his waist.

"Come on, just let me spoon you, I'll be good." Bill ran his tongue over Jason's earlobe.

Jason, being a logical guy, thought everything through, but the brunet clouded his reasoning entirely. Unable to resist the temptation, in a quick turn, he pinned Bill underneath him, and without permission, devoured the lips that were driving him insane.

Bill let it happen, his hands caressed Jason's waist, and then descended to pinch his perfectly round butt—

Jason moaned and whispered over his lips— "Brennan, be good now and sleep, Shara is in the next room." Then he ran his tongue over the eager lips wanting more and, with a leap, returned to the original position.

Bill covered his face with his hands, trying to calm his hot body, he turned to see the back of his boy and clung to his waist tightly.

"Don't provoke, sweetheart, or next time you won't be so lucky." He planted a kiss on the neck of his boy and, clinging tighter, closed his eyes, giving himself over to sleep.

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