Page 125 of Happy Hour

“Maybe you should cut back on the carbs.” Jameson suggested taking a seat next to me on the bed. He observed Mr. Jangles watching him scarf down his spaghetti in disbelief. “Jesus Sway, this thing eats more than I do.”

“Be careful what you say around him,” Mr. Jangles crawled onto the bed so I covered his ears. “He’s sensitive about his weight.” I whispered scratching his overly large back. “Have some compassion.”

“Well, we wouldn’t want to offend Mr. Jangles, would we?”

“No, we wouldn’t.”

Jameson smiled looking down at me from under his thick dark lashes. “Why do you call him Mr. Jangles? Why not a normal name, like kitty?”

“Jesus, I was drunk at the time, give me a break. And kitty was taken if you hadn’t noticed already.” I huffed annoyed.

After a moment, his head tipped towards me, a faint smile present and I finally noticed him,reallynoticed him. He was the epitome of perfection in my eyes, faults aside, but here he was...trying for me and hewantedme in return. The usual calm and collected façade had been replaced with a worried and doubtful expression. He looked exhausted.

Taking a deep breath, I melted at the warm, clean, musky intoxicating scent of Jameson lying next to me. Cradling me to his chest his warm arms wrapped around my waist. I leaned back to look at his serene peaceful face and kissed him.

With his arms already around me, he easily slid me on top of him. Everything seemed so familiar but yet so new and thrilling. His lips were soft but moved fiercely, he felt the change too.

I wanted to feel him. I wanted his skin against mine but when my hands traveled down his stomach and started to pull his shirt up, he stopped me.

“Sway, wait...” he said breathlessly.

I smiled against his lips shaking my head and his grasp away. “I want to.”

“No, Sway...I’m not messing this up this time.” He sighed moving me to his side but kept his arms around me. “I love you and I’m doing this right, this time.”

“What have you done with the Jameson I know?” I tapped on his head.

He grinned playfully his shoulders straightening. “I’m all grown up now.”

“Pft...hardly...so doing thisrightmeans we can’t have sex?”

He chuckled softly at my boldness. “No, we can’t.” he brought my lips back to his for a slow lazy kiss and then pulled away. “Because I’m going to take my time with you and show you I deserve you...show you how much I want you.” He kissed me again and swept my hair away from my neck so he could kiss down the side. “I’m not going to fuck this up.” He stated.

“Hmmm...so that means we won’t see each other for around three weeks and wecan’thave sex? That sucks.” I grumbled.

Jameson laughed. “Shouldn’t I be the one mad here?”

“Yes, I’m surprised you’re not...” I reached my hand towards his camshaft quickly before he could pull it away. He threw his head back and groaned as I performed some reciprocating motions over his jeans. His camshaft hadotherplans for him. “See...he’s mad at you.” I pointed out.

“I’m no longer ruled by my dick Sway,” his words came out half-strangled. “We need to wait.” Reaching for my hand, he placed soft kisses on the inside of my palm. “We just have to.”

The rest of the night, we just held each other,stillfully clothed.

Believe me, I tried again but he was fixed in his ways. I almost got him to surrender when I started dry humping him while he was sleeping...he woke up, rolled me over and continued the motions until he reached for his zipper and snapped out of his trance.

He really was different. He wanted to do this right and he was going to prove it.

Damn it.

I was all for doing this right but no sex; that just seemed dumb to even consider.

Sometime in the early morning just as the sun began to peak over the dense tree’s surround the house, I woke up. Jameson was on his side facing me still sleeping.

I couldn’t sleep so instead I laid there trying not to wake him.

Here I was less than twelve hours ago thinking my life was over hearing the news my dad was dying. Then Jameson shows up and my world shifts again. Something I’d been holding onto for so long was now mine, and now something I never thought would be taken from me would soon be gone.

One thing was certain, I couldn’t agonize over this. Charlie wouldn’t want that at all. He would want all of us to act as though nothing was wrong, he didn’t want the reminder.

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