Chapter 15: Ruined The Moment

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I push him away after several moments of making out. "That's enough kissing, Jake," I chuckle.

"No it's not," he responds, kissing my lips.

"Yes it is," I sit up, scooting away from him on the mats. "Let's step away from the intimacy for a second and get to know each other before we both do something reckless."

He sighs, "I don't want to, Rico." He kisses me again.

I question, "Don't you want us to get to know each other more?"

"I just want to kiss you, Rico," he responds, kissing my cheek when I turn my face away in time. "Don't you like kissing me?"

"Don't you want to get to know me?" I ask, growing agitated.

"Not more than I want to kiss you," he answers, "I already know about you and you know a great deal of information about me."

Before he attempts to sneak another kiss on me once again, I put my hand up in his face, directly on his lips. "So, you'd rather kiss me and touch me instead of getting to know me?"

"Yes," he answers in my hand. He removes my hand from his mouth. "I have desired to be intimate with you for the longest and now that I've received a little, I want more. I need more." I look between his legs to see a dent in his boxers, then my eyes land between my own legs. I have a dent too. "Rico, our intimacy cannot be prolonged anymore. I'll go crazy." He places his hand entirely too close to the dent in my boxers.

"Jake, let's just talk about our interests and goals in life," I propose, removing his hand. "I'd love to hear about you and then we can kiss again."

He groans with impatience. "Rico, just one more kiss and I'll cease my pestering."

"Okay," I give in, kissing him. Suddenly, I feel him bite my lip, groaning. Then, I feel him trail his hands all over my back, caressing my butt. Several moments later, Jake grew more intense, exploring my body even more, making me groan in surprise. Each time he touched particular areas, I gasped. Once he dug his hands into my boxers; that's when I knew this was going too far so soon.

"Jake—" I start.

"Rico, I have a confession," he blurts, "Remember after we kissed and I was erect?"

"Yeah," I answer, uncomfortably.

"After that, I had a dream about you."

I become curious, eyeing him peculiarly. "What happened in that dream?"

"I had a dream we did it," he remarks, with his face becoming flushed, "And since I dreamed erotically about you, I can't kiss you without getting instantly horny, because all I see is how you were in my dream."

Now, my cheeks become flushed as well.

"What about how you said that thinking about me made you go limp?" I recall.

He rolls his eyes at me and gives me a look that reads, "Are you dumb or are you just plain dumb?" He didn't even have to say it. It clearly was expressed through his facial.

I attempt to make my mind go elsewhere but nothing came to mind.

"Can you say something at least?" he asks.

I look down at the mats in embarrassment. "So, you dreamt of us having sex?"

"Yeah," he replies, scooting closer to me. "Have you ever dreamed of me like that before?"

I shook my head. "Nope," I remark.

"Not at all?"

"Not at all."

He did his sigh he only does when he's irritated. "Really? Not even in a regular dream?"

"Not even in a regular dream."

"So, I don't exist in your dreams?"

I scoff, "You're lucky you exist in reality after all of the crap you made me endure!"

"Do you know how sexy you are when you get snappy with me?" He scoots closer to me, placing a hand on my shoulder.

I feel my face heat up even more. "Don't try to sweet talk your way out of this, Mr. I-Get-Pissed-Because-My-Boyfriend-Doesn't-Dream-About-Me-The-Way-I-Dream-About-Him."

"Now, can we kiss and touch?" he asks. "I told you something about me."

"Jake, we can kiss as much as we want."

"Great," he happily responds, kissing me.

I push him away, angrily snapping, "After we get to know each other!"

"Rico, I just told you my difficulty with kissing you and—"

"Then don't kiss me. Simple as that." As the words escape my mouth, awareness becomes of me. He prefers to be intimate over talking to me.

"Rico—"

I growl, "Don't use me to relieve your hormonal issues."

His seethes, "Who said I was using you?"

"No one has to say it!" I roar, "You spoke the words out of your mouth!"

"Now, you're putting words in my mouth!" he roars back.

"Not as much as you sticking your tongue in my mouth!" I argue. "Do you honestly think that intimacy is the only important factor in a relationship?"

"It is important, Rico!"

I fire, "Even more important than getting to know your boyfriend or girlfriend?"

"Well, all of us have needs!"

"Fine," I snarl, "If you want to kiss so badly, let's do it and get it over with, to fulfill your selfish needs." I kiss him harshly. "There! Are you happy now, Jake?" I kiss him again, and then he halts me by my shoulders, ceasing my advancements to kissing him.

"I don't want to kiss if it's just a chore to you."

I roll my eyes. "That's why I want to talk so that intimacy doesn't become a chore, dumb ass!" I fume.

He explodes, "You're the dumb ass!"

"Tell me how, Jake, please! I want to know!" I throw at him.

"You know you really ruined the moment!"

"Don't turn this around on me! All I wanted was a casual non-intimate conversation to get to know my boyfriend!"

He arises from the mats and storm away into the bathroom.

~*~

"Jake," I sigh, knocking on the door a fifth time, "Open the door." I try twisting the knob even though I knew he locked it to keep me out. He doesn't respond, which reignites my fury. "Fine, Jake! Stay in there for another forty minutes then! I'd rather be out here by myself in silence!" I get a response of silence. So, he's giving me the silent treatment? I should be the one giving him the silent treatment! He was being a hormonal freak! Not me!

I add, "You're such a brat when you don't get your way, Jake." I receive another response of silence, which honestly created more sadness than anger. "This silent treatment you're giving me is paradise right now!" He's still silent, which amps me up even more. "You think you're winning, don't you? Well, you're not!" I stomp away and preoccupy myself with a board game.

Several moments later, I go back to the bathroom door. "Jake, it's been almost an hour. Come out already," I mope. When he still doesn't respond, I give up, sitting on the ground in defeat. "Okay, you won, Jake. You hear me? You won!" I still don't hear any remark from him which makes me feel even more dejected to match my downcast frown.

I sadly state, "I just don't want you to only have interest in my body. I want you have genuine interest in me—as a person. Not as a sex object. I want to be worth something more than that to you, Jake. If you only want me for sexual pleasure, then I don't want us to be an item."

Almost instantly, he opens the door, coming out to hug me. I hug him back. "You're right, Rico. I was being selfish and didn't think of you. I'm sorry," he apologizes, "We do need to get to know each other more. Just because we grew up since preschool, doesn't mean we know every little detail of each other's life." He kisses my forehead, which makes me smile. "I like you for you, with your quirks and flaws. Not for your body."

My grin dissipates when I hear quirks and flaws. "What quirks and flaws?"

"Your need for competition," he responds, "And your defensiveness. It can sometimes be tiring, Rico."

I frown. "I am not competitive or defensive, Jake."

"Then why are you getting defensive right now?"

I scowl at him. He had to ruin the moment, didn't he? And he talks about me ruining moments.

I shove him to the ground and dash into the bathroom, locking the door. "Just for that, you're getting the silent treatment, since my quirks and flaws affect you that much!" I holler at him, hearing him groan in annoyance.

"Rico, open the door," he knocks, "Come on."

I don't respond, grinning in satisfaction at hearing him loudly groan again.

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Jake just had to open his big mouth huh? lol. Hope you enjoyed~ New update coming this weekend~