Skylar kisses him desperately, he devours him hungrily. After a few seconds, Jaime can register the kiss, and he slowly kisses him back with the same passion. None of them realises how badly they waited for this moment to happen.
It was terrifying.
Skylar licks Jaime's lips asking him to open it, Jaime gives up easily. He lets Skylar in. licks every inch of his mouth with his tongue, and Jaime moans in his mouth. They stumble while trying to make their way to Skylar’s bed. Jaime circles his hand to Skylar’s neck while Skylar’s hand keeps busy roaming his body, he touches him with his fingertips, and Jaime can feel his skin burning from the touch.
Skylar sits on the side of the bed while the smooch sound from their wet lips echoes in the room. Skylar grabs Jaime’s thigh and makes him sit on his lap. He’s tugging Jaime’s shirt hem asking for permission, Jaime nods, letting Skylar takes it off.
“You sure?” Skylar asks him, not sure what he’s referring to.
“Yeah,” Jaime simply answers, he’s sure with everything that going to happen. They reconnected their lips for another heated kiss. Skylar gently puts Jaime on the bed, leaning over him as he starts to kiss his neck. Jaime whimpers, he wraps his legs around Skylar’s waist to pull him closer. Skylar sucks and bites his neck, leaving some purple bruises here and there.
Skylar back to kissing his lips
“I don’t wanna hurt you” he muffles his voice by their lips
Jaime leans into bites his earlobe lightly and whispers “you won’t, you never. I trust you”
Jaime can’t help but melt to Skylar’s touch, this is too intimate for a one-night stand, too sweet for a guilty pleasure.
And he loves it, he loves it way too much.
He loves the feeling. He… he loves –
Jaime loves him.
They are both engulfed in the most heated but also sweetest moment they've ever experienced. Skylar still questioning whether he deserves this pleasure, or what he had done to deserve embracing Jaime in his arms.
Jaime is an honour student, talented singer and campus sweetheart while Skylar projects himself as a broken soul with a tarnished reputation.
He had wasted a lot of opportunity due to his previous toxic relationship, and now he is determined to not have the chance to be with Jaime pass, however, he asks himself; 'Am I too greedy?'
With him now in the lowest position he ever be, Skylar realises he can drag Jaime down with him.
Can he stand watching Jaime being cursed at by people just like how they did to him?
"Hey...what's wrong? You are spacing out" Jaime caresses Skylar's cheek with his knuckle.
Skylar gives him a mental shake and smiles “You smell nice” Skylar whispers.
Jaime giggles “you lie. I was running to get here”
“I won’t argue about that then”
Skylar chuckles he lifts his head to meet Jaime’s eyes. They stare at each other for a while enjoying the afterglow. He reaches for Jaime’s hair and brushes the damp bands from his forehead.
I love you
I love you Jaime
“Thank you, for everything” he kisses Jaime's temple softly, and Jaime closes his eyes. He understands, without Skylar saying it loud, he can feel it.
He loves him too.
Jaime wakes up with soreness in his back. It is still early in the morning, too early since Jaime can’t see the sunray through the window. He groans and taps the side beside him.
Jaime’s blood runs cold, he sits up abruptly with throbbing on his temple for sudden movement. He’s scanning the room, he has already cleaned and dressed up neatly as he had just been dreaming last night.
No way it just dreams, it feels real and the sore on his back confirms it.
Jaime turns on the light when he can see a sticky note on the wardrobe door only with ‘sorry’ written on it. A simple-short-straightforward 'Sorry'.
With trembling hands, Jaime opens the wardrobe when he finds it’s completely empty. Nothing in there. Not a single clothes. Then, he reminded by Mickey's words on the other day;
‘he likes to hook up with different people while he is still with Stella. You know, playing with them and forgetting about it the next morning. A lot of people said they’ve been sleeping with him and poof! gone in the morning’
Jaime doesn’t realise when his legs give up, he sits down on the floor; he cries tears of rage, frustration, confusion, and broken.
If it’s true, this is only a dream.
Then, it must be worse than the nightmare.