Chapter seventeen

Winter ended up releasing the video to the public, despite my protests. I wanted to punch him when I found out, but instead ended up listening to him rant about the video ending up on the news. "You're famous, Jacey!"

"I was before I got here," I grumbled in response.

A few days later, he slammed open the door looking more excited than usual. "Jacey!" He shouted, making me jump and drop my book to the floor. "I have to show you something! I do believe you'll enjoy it very much!"

He grabbed my hand, his fingers entwining with mine, and pulled me upstairs to the very top floor, opening the dark brown door for me. I looked around. It must have been his bedroom. There was a large, double bed against the wall, with furs for blankets. On one side, there was an attached bathroom, and a walk-in wardrobe, and on the other room a sliding door to the balcony. On the roof, there was even a skylight. He had a fluffy white carpet, and a TV hanging on the wall in front of his bed.

There, on the TV, was my mother.

"I don't know..." She was saying, shaking her head. She had changed since the last time I had seen her; her cheekbones had become more visible, her eyes red. Her usually conditioned hair was flat and stringy, and I could even see the natural dark roots beginning to show. She dabbed at her eyes with a tissue. "I want him back... Why can't they just give him back?"

"Why is she crying?" I asked, tears filling my own eyes. "Don't cry Mum..." I pulled my hand out of Winter's and stepped closer to the TV, pressing my hand against the screen. "Mum?"

"What was your reaction when Jason didn't come home that night?" Somebody behind the camera asked her. She visibly swallowed.

"I thought he had run away. He had an argument with Daniel, you see. I guess... I guess I thought he just didn't want to be my son anymore," She burst into tears. "Why can't they just give Jason back?"

Me. They were talking about me? She actually missed me? It was so shocking to me. Mum had always paid much more attention to my brothers, who were better than me at everything. Funnier, smarter, good looking. They didn't spend days on end just lying in bed in the dark, shouting at people to get out of my room. They were always doing something. I was a struggle to take care of, and I knew it. But maybe it didn't really occur to me that my Mum loved me, too.

I found myself furious at the public for exploiting her like this. If she really was missing me so much, then they shouldn't have been shoving cameras in her face and asking her questions that made her cry. They should have been looking for me!

My mother crying. She was crying because of me.

The interview turned to my brother, Jacob (I could tell it was him because of the way he brushed his long, golden locks back). "What happened in the restaurant that made him angry enough to walk out?" The interviewer asked.

"Oh, we're still talking about Jason," Jacob sighed, leaning on the back of the chair. "Well, he got his phone taken away from him because he kept being rude. He got angry, stormed out of the restaurant, and... well, I guess that was it. We haven't seen him since."

Next up was my Dad. He was just gazing directly at the camera, a blank stare on his face. I didn't even listen to what he had to say. Instead, I turned and looked at Winter, tears running down my cheeks. "Why didn't you just choose Jacob? Look at him. He's perfect."

Winter closed the door behind us, and stepped forward. "Do you really want to know why I chose you over one of your brothers?" He asked softly.

"Because I was weaker?"

"No," He replied, which surprised me. "Because you're you. Your brothers are rude and mean, but you... You're fascinating. Underneath that sarcastic cover, I can tell there's a pretty sweet guy. You confirmed my suspicions when you hugged me after I was gone for a week and asked me to stay with you."

"Where even were you?" I asked him. He just smiled.

"There's a lot of things you don't know about me, Jacey."

"Well, how about you tell me something about you?" I said as he reached behind me and turned the TV off.

"Like what?"

My head buzzed with questions. "When you get mad at me, you refer to yourself in the third person. Why? How long have you liked me? Do I hurt you? Where are your parents? What were you doing that week you weren't here? Were you visiting someone? If so, who? And was it a good trip? Why didn't you eat for five days? Do you have anger issues or something? Is Winter your real name? What's your full name? What's the 'other thing' that Dan is having so much trouble with getting?"

He looked at me with wide eyes. "Curiosity killed the cat, Jacey," He smirked, sitting down on his bed. I tugged at his sleeve, a smile playing on my lips.

"Oh, but satisfaction brought it back, Winter."

He chuckled, turning towards me to run his thumb along my lips. "I don't get why you don't have girls chasing after you, Jacey. You're so sexy."

I batted his hand away, blushing. "Shut up, Winter."

"Aw," He pouted, leaning in for a kiss. I closed my eyes and let him kiss me softly, but he wanted more. His tongue was running along my lips, and I opened my mouth a little wider, letting him explore my mouth. His hands were wandering wherever they wanted to, and I let him.

He touched my thigh, just like he had during our first kiss, except this time I didn't pull away.

I moved onto his lap, knotting my fingers in his hair and finding out in surprise he had a tiny little plait, about the size of my pinkie, at the back of his head, hidden underneath the rest of the snowy hair. I wondered how long it had been there.

He suddenly flipped us over, so I was on my back. The shock made me pull away, but that didn't stop him. He moved down to my neck instead. I moaned as I felt him nip at my shoulder, instantly embarrassing myself, but he didn't notice. He found a spot under my jaw that made me gasp in pleasure.

He unzipped my jeans and I couldn't help but thrust my hips up. When he spat on his hand and started to rub his hand up and down on my boner, he got me. I became a moaning, whimpering, mess. The moment he touched me I just wanted to let him do whatever he wanted. He had been kind of right when he had told me after the first touch I would be paying him. I would pay any price for him.

"W-winter-" I gasped, but he just moved back up to my lips, silencing me. He stopped jerking me off and instead pulled my jeans off, then doing the same to himself without breaking the kiss. Next off was my shirt. He pulled away when he did that, admiring my chest for a moment. His eyes flickered down to my stomach, but I pulled him back toward me. I didn't want him looking at my stomach too long, or he would see the thin white lines that ran along there. Scars that held all my insecurities and my past. He stopped me, taking his own shirt off instead.

It was the first time I had seen Winter shirtless. My eyes widened and my heart, which had already been beating fast, just stopped. Oh my god, he's gorgeous. Breathtaking. I didn't have much time to admire his body, though. He had moved back down to my neck, but this time, he was moving even further down. He kissed each nipple, making me gasp, but he kept going until he reached the band of my boxers, where he tugged at them. He kissed my inner thigh and scraped his teeth as close to my cock he could get without touching it. I moaned louder than before.

But, to my surprise and disappointment, he just moved back up to lay beside me. I stared at him. He smirked at me. "I told you."

"Huh?"

"After the first touch, you'd be paying me."

"I..." Nope, I wasn't even going to disagree with him on that one. "So what if that's true?"

He just smiled. I rolled onto my side. "Is this wrong?"

"What?"

"This," I gestured around us. "All of this."

"Yes." He chuckled. "It's so, so wrong. Everything about it."

I lay my head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat. "Winter?"

"Yes?"

"I think I'm falling for you."

He fell silent, then rolled back on top of me and touched me until I came.

Author's Note:

Okay, so. I actually like girls? Like, boys disgust me. But back when I wrote this, I thought I was bisexual and was trying to experiment with boyxboy smut. Clearly, I'm not a fan of it, because ~girls~ but I edited it a bit because all of the book needed to be fixed up a little.

Ugh, boys. I'm sorry, but I just... Ugh, boys.

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-Kai