XVIII

I groaned, looking up at the ceiling. This sucked. The floor was so uncomfortable and my jacket did not make a very comfortable blanket. I had been trying to sleep for the last hour, but the wooden floor kept poking into my bare back and I was worried about getting a splinter.

"I offered to share the bed." A voice reminded me smugly, rubbing salt into the wound.

I scowled at the ceiling. He was tucked up comfortably in bed, but he still felt the need to gloat. The goons had been up to something during dinner. They had climbed through a window into our cabin and the state they had left my bed in was unmentionable. They had left shaving foam all over the blankets and pillow and the whole thing was soaking wet, including the mattress.

I wasn't sure how I would explain it to Coach in the morning, but I was hoping it would dry a little bit by then. Jimmy and I had agreed it would be best not to tell Coach right now, since me being a suck up just seemed to make them angrier. Jimmy had been quick to offer me his bed, but I declined, not expecting a night on the floor to be this bad.

"It's so cosy over here. I could sleep for a thousand years." Jimmy teased me.

"Remember I slept in one of those beds last night, it was not that comfortable." I scoffed at Jimmy's dramatic antics.

"Still better than the insect infested wood floor, I bet."

I stilled at that. I had seen a spider scooter across the floor yesterday. I shot up off the floor, walking over to Jimmy with his pillow he had given me. I couldn't see much, but I could imagine the smug, shit-eating grin on his face. I hit him over the head with my pillow, just in case.

"That's no way to thank such a caring, chivalrous man." He laughed, scooting over so I could get in.

I bit my lip. Was I really about to climb into bed with Jimmy Wellot? I didn't really have much of a choice, but it still seemed like a bad idea. As I was mulling it over, Jimmy's arm snuck out of the bed and grabbed my hand, pulling me down into the bed. I squeaked in surprise, making him laugh.

The bed was small- only a single. We both had very little personal space right now, which made me blush a little. I shuffled to get comfortable, practically hanging off the edge of the bed with how much distance I was trying to put between us. I could tell Jimmy was loving making me uncomfortable, subtly scooting closer and closer until I had absolutely no room.

"Roll over for gods sake." I groaned, trying to push his body fruitlessly.

"Gladly." The smirk in his voice was evident.

His arms snaked around my waist and with one pull, he had rolled over so that I was underneath him. I sucked in air as I gasped, looking up at his face. He was so close that I could see little flecks of gold in his eyes, despite the only light source in the room being the moonlight flooding in from the cracks in the curtains. He lowered his head to mine and I panicked, shoving him off the bed.

He had let his guard down, so he hit the floor with a loud thud. A string of curse words and a groan came out his mouth, the duvet being pulled off the bed as he fell. I looked down at him guiltily- did I really just push him like that? He rolled over and looked up at me with exasperation.

"Was that really necessary? You could just say stop." Jimmy shook his head, letting a little chuckle out of his mouth.

"Sorry." I mumbled, sticking out a hand to help him back up.

He took it, pulling me down onto the floor with him. I groaned as I crashed into him, both of us sprawled out on the floor now. I slapped his chest and scrambled off him, taking the duvet back to bed. He joined me, jumping back into his spot.

"So, other than listen to music, what do you do?" Jimmy asked, stretching out with his arms behind his head.

I rested my head on his arm, since he was taking up the whole bed, and laid on my side- I was looking at him intently, but he couldn't really see much of my face in the dark.

"I guess I don't have that many hobbies, now that I think of it." I frowned, "I spend a lot of my time in the hills- there's a spot there that overlooks the whole city. I play football too, obviously. I work at a shitty burger place on a Sunday with Felix, if that counts. I read too. What about you?"

"My whole personality is basically football, I'm ashamed to admit. You know I play guitar and I sing a little too. Hating yourself takes up a big chunk of free time, so I'm afraid I don't have a lot of hobbies either. Unless Netflix counts as a hobby."

My eyes softened. I felt bad I had given him such a hard time to begin with. He was a lot more compassionate than I ever thought. He smiled down at me and wrapped the arm I was laying on around me, pulling me on top of him as he laid on his back. I let it happen.

I was now on his chest, propping myself up with my hand on my cheek, looking at him as he spoke to me. I could feel his warm, bare abs beneath me and they were solid. He was so wildly attractive that I was having trouble concentrating in this position. His hand was rubbing up and down my bare back and eventually rested on the small of it. I didn't want this to go any further, but at the same time, I did.

He continued to talk to me about what shows I liked and what I thought about philosophy, politics and religion. We must have chatted for over an hour in that position, his hand occasionally moving along my back comfortingly. I found out that- surprisingly- we agreed on a lot of things. I could tell he wasn't just agreeing with what I said to impress me, too. I could tell he was genuinely surprised we had so much in common, too. Eventually our conversation took a more light hearted turn, playing would you rather.

"Would you rather be able to fly? Or become invisible? Count of three..." Jimmy started, counting down to one.

"Invisible." We both said as the countdown ended, making me grin.

"I would rob somebody." I shrugged shamelessly, "Eat the rich- robin hood type of thing."

"I would keep the money." Jimmy laughed, "Buy myself a house on the beach."

"I would love to live on the beach. Imagine owning an old lighthouse, converting it into a house."

"That would be ideal. Your turn."

"Who would you rather see in concert, Queen or Nirvana?" I asked, watching him mockingly groan. I agreed, it was a hard question.

"With Freddie Mercury? Or without?"

"Dumb question. With, of course."

"I would have to go for Nirvana." He shrugged eventually, "Although Queen would be awesome too."

"Did you know there's a band called Elvana? It's a Nirvana tribute band but the lead singer is also an Elvis impersonator." I explained, making his eyes widen.

"I have to listen to that tomorrow." He barked a laugh.

"Your turn." I reminded him, his hand rubbing my back again.

"Who's a better kisser? Me or Will?" Jimmy asked curiously, a devilish grin on his face.

"I don't remember! We were seven and it last for like two seconds." I blushed, ducking my head to avoid his gaze.

"I promise I last longer than two seconds these days."

I gasped and swatted his chest as he laughed. The blush that had dusted across my cheeks was burning red. He stopped laughing and looked me right in the eyes, his arms wrapping around my waist softly. His gaze was intense and I bit my lip, nervous, but excited about what might happen.

"I can refresh your memory if you want?" His voice was low, sending chills down my spine.

Did I want this to happen? Fuck yes. Was it a good idea? Probably not. Was I going to do it anyway? One hundred percent.

I nodded silently and his eyes darkened, flipping us over so fast I felt dizzy. He was hovering above me and my hands found their way to the back of his head. He leaned in so close, teasing me, before he finally pressed his lips to mine.

They were so soft against mine, kissing me tenderly. One hand was supporting his body from crushing me, but the other one had cupped my cheek gently, tilting my face towards him. His lips moulded to mine and they moved in harmony. He tasted sweet like honey.

He pulled away eventually and I found myself missing his lips on mine. I looked up at him with wide eyes, my hair messy from all of the tossing and turning. What was wrong? Was I bad at it? His eyes raked over my half naked form underneath him and he mouthed 'wow', making me swat him as I blushed.

He bit his lip, his hand running over my chest. I blushed deeper, liking the feeling of his hand trailing up and down my body. He cupped my cheek again, but when his lips met mine this time, it was anything but soft. His lips smashed again mine, the kiss aggressive, but passionate. He bit my lip, making me moan softly. He used this opportunity to slip his tongue in, my hand going to his braids to grip them as we made out.

He parted from my lips, my heavy breathing filling the silence as his lips ravenously trailed down my jaw, licking my earlobe as he made his way to my neck. He kissed along my collarbone and neck before sucking, making me moan his name. Upon hearing that, he slammed his lips back onto mine.

He sat up on the bed and pulled me onto his lap. I wrapped my legs around his waist instinctively as we made out, his hand pulling my thigh closer to him. He shifted his hips into me and I blushed heavily, pulling away. He looked at me, as if to ask what was wrong, and I merely blushed. He looked down and cussed, apologising. I shook my head, embarrassed it had flustered me so much.

"Sorry. I've just never done that." I mumbled, feeling embarrassed.

"Andy, you're the only guy I've kissed. Only guy I've done anything with." Jimmy reassured me, pulling me in for a hug against his chest as he leant against the pillows, "We don't have to do anything- I just got carried away. Kissing you feels amazing. I've never felt that way before, with anyone."

"Me neither." I mumbled against his chest, making him hug me tighter.

"Can I have one more kiss? Then we'll sleep." Jimmy bargained.

I pulled away from his chest, looking up at him. He grinned back at me and I leant in, my hand resting on his strong jaw as I lowered my head. My lips met his for a tender kiss and he relaxed into my touch, pulling me closer and deepening it- still kissing me softly. He eventually pulled away with a goofy grin, still holding me tenderly.

"Goodnight Andy."