Jay's Loelife Ch. 07

Jay is an athlete and his body reflects his hard work but he's not ripped with very little body fat. He's an athlete who enjoys life and off season pizza. As someone who doesn't always enjoy those things because I know I'm going to be shirtless in the morning, I find it to be more of a turn on than I expected.

I can feel him getting hard against my ass as I run my hands over his stomach. A grin stretches across my face. "You like this?"

"Uhh, your hands on my body? Yeah, I do."

I look down at his stomach again and almost laugh at how stupid this fucking is. Months. Months of dating and I've got the hardest dick in history just from seeing four inches of Jay's stomach. Like, I'm so turned on by it that I could cum with a few measly thrusts of my hips. What's even more strange is that I kind of like it.

I stretch out on top of him, touching our bodies from head to toe. Fuck. He's so hot. He should really stop looking at me like this. His eyes are damn near melting the skin off my body. I lean down and run my nose against his, enjoying the quickening of his breath. I kiss him softly a few times, each one lingering longer than the last until we're making out. It would be so easy to move things along if I wanted, I'm pretty sure he'd let me, but for the first time in my life, I don't want to. I don't want to ruin this delicate and wildly innocent thing we have.

"Do you want me to..." Jay suggestively sucks my tongue then looks at me with one brow perked in question.

My dick jumps.

"I kind of like what we're doing." I adjust our position and start grinding against him. "Push my pants down a little," I tell him between kisses. He quickly obeys and pushes my pants down past my butt. I do the same to him. We still have our boxers on but this feels so much better without the denim.

Jay moans and the sound is like touching a live wire, my whole body is one touch away from exploding.

My balls start to tingle. Jay's blissed-out look and the death grip he has on my ass does nothing to calm me. If anything, it pushes me over the edge.

"I'm close."

Jay pulls me tighter as he rolls over the edge into bliss. The climax is never ending. When I finally finish, I'm shaking and I'm light headed. Months of built up cum is pooled in my boxers.

Jay drops his arms to his side and he struggles for oxygen. "Holy shit." Then, with renewed energy, he flips us over so he's on top.

"Are you still hard?!" I ask.

"Yeah," he says with a smile. "Can I cum again?"

"I dunno, can you?." I challenge.

"On you?"

"Whatever you want."

He hovers over me, kissing my lip, my face, and down my neck as he thrusts against me. It doesn't take him long. He pushes my shirt up, pulls his dick out. I can't confirm its size, whether it's a Clydesdale or not, I'm too busy staring at his face while he cums.

Jay sits back on his hunches and rubs his cum around my stomach with his finger.

"You happy with your work?" I ask.

He traces the muscles of my abs and obliques then runs his fingers over my belly button. "You have an outie."

"It's actually an in-betweenie."

"An in-betweenie?" he laughs and fingers my belly button. "I've never heard of that."

I put my arms behind my neck and watch him. "Well, it's not really an innie but it's not an outie either. An in-betweenie."

"It's hot."

"I didn't know belly buttons could be hot."

"Neither did I," he says, still staring at my stomach. He pushes my shirt up and inspects my body with interest. "You have an amazing body."

"Thank you, I work hard at it."

He pushes up the sleeves of my shirt and feels my muscles. "I'm serious. You're ripped."

He's hunched over me so, when I lift his shirt, he has cute little stomach rolls. I pinch one of them. "You're not too shabby yourself."

"I work hard at it," he says, mocking me.

We lay there in bed for a while, just enjoying the newfound level of intimacy.

"I thought you would've gotten me out of my shirt," he says.

"I thought I would've, too."

"It was pretty hot though, wasn't it?"

"It was."

"When was the last time you came fully dressed?"

The answer is never. Even when I jack off thinking of Jay, I'm naked.

"See," he smiles rather proudly. "I was right."

"Will you always get this cocky when you cum?" I ask. "It's not cute."

"Just admit I'm right," he whispers. "Tell me you've never been so turned on by someone wearing as much as I am. Say it."

"You were right. And thank you," I add, "for being you. Thank you for showing me the road less traveled."

"You're serious," he says, mildly surprised. I'm almost positive he expected me to mock him with some sort of sarcastic response. Fair enough.

"Yeah, well, you don't need to make a big deal out of it."

"You know--" Jay turns me around so my back is against his chest and slides his hand under my shirt. "You don't need to feel stupid for saying what you feel. I like it. It's good. I wish you'd do it more."

I gag a little.

Jay laughs and lets go of me. "Alright, I get it. The moment is over."

****

It's late. Jay and I are at the warehouse prepping shipments. Everything from the launch has been sent out but I save all the returns and exchanges throughout the year and sell them on clearance before the holidays. It's not a lot, maybe a couple hundred pieces. At Jay's insistence, it's just us. He wasn't there for the big drop and is desperate to be a part of what I do.

"What are you doing the day after Thanksgiving?" He asks.

I smile. Jay would be the guy that does black Friday stuff.

I'm no stranger to it myself. I don't do it much anymore, but gaming is part of what launched me to where I am and a big part of gaming and electronics is Black Friday. I haven't shopped a Black Friday deal in years but it could be something fun to do with Jay.

"Not much," I tell him.

"Since I have a game on Thanksgiving and my brothers play Sunday, my family is hosting dinner on Friday. It would be a quick trip. Probably a red-eye there and back, but I'd like you to come."

"Fuck no," I say without thinking.

"Okay...that could've been communicated differently."

"I'm sorry, but you just asked if I'd meet your parents. That's a hard no. I can't--nope."

Jay's quiet after that, focused on packing bag after bag.

I'm too busy freaking out about his family. There's just no way. I'm not that guy. I don't know what to do with a family. His mom would probably try to hug me and...what if Jay asks about spending a holiday with my family? Now there's a topic not worth discussing.

I must be in my head for longer than I realize because I reach for another shirt but there's nothing there. We're done. That's when I find Jay pouting next to a mountain of packages, twice the size of my pile.

An upset Jay is a productive Jay.

He rips the adhesive strip off his last bag, carefully presses it closed, then labels it.

I take a deep breath and let it out. I'm an asshole. "I fucked up. I shouldn't have reacted the way I did. I'm sorry."

Jay tosses the package into the oversized mail cart but he won't look at me. "It's fine."

I kneel in front of Jay. "Holidays are already a weird thing for new couples. You know, two lives merging into one or whatever. And meeting the parents? I'm not there yet. Meeting the parents during a holiday? You can't fucking make me do it, Jay. That's way too much. I can't meet your parents for the first time like that. That's some serious Hallmark disappointment."

"You're not a disappointment."

I ignore that lie. "Can we have a pass this year? Can we not do the holiday thing?" I beg. "You do your thing and I'll do mine. Maybe this time next year things will be different"

Jay furrows his brows. "You don't want to do any holidays?"

That's exactly what I'm asking. The look on Jay's face tells me it's not being received well. "You're going home for Thanksgiving and Christmas anyway and you'll be in Denver for New Year's. It's not like we'll have time to celebrate anyway."

"What if we did something small, just the two of us?" He asks, still frowning and pouting and looking all kinds of pathetic. I can't stand it.

"Something small. No presents or anything--"

"No presents?"

I look at him like he's ridiculous. "What are we going to get for each other? We both have everything. If I find something I want to give to you, it won't be out of obligation."

"But it's Christmas." He looks like I just told him his goldfish died.

Jay doesn't get it. The holidays are joyous for him. The fact not everyone has what he has is an abstract concept. I cup his face and I hold his eyes for so long his expression morphs from curious to concerned. I pull his face closer so he can see me. "It's triggering for me, okay?"

He watches me, trying to understand. I feel like I need to say more but then Jay pulls me into a hug. He squeezes my body with one arm and cradles the side of my head against his with the other.

"Of course," he whispers. "You'll tell me when and you'll tell me how. You'll tell me everything I need to know when you're ready. I want a lot of things with you but I never want you to feel uncomfortable, okay?"

I melt into his embrace, enjoying its new found security. Then I take a deep breath and pull away. Once I'm on my feet, I brush my shirt off. This is enough emotional crap for one day. "We should head out."

Jay is extra attentive and sweet as we say goodbye in the parking lot.

His next three games are away, then he's gone for Thanksgiving. "I'll call but I'm not sure if there will be time for much more."

"No worries," I tell him. "We'll survive."

****

I was a dumbass to think it would be easy. Flunked that test. Lesson learned. I'm fucking desperate when he gets back.

****

Jay and I have been spotted doing stuff together but I'm always spotted with people, it's part of my job, so it's easy to write off.

I've been wanting to do an escape room live on social media. I'm not surprised when he comes up with a plan that involves him behind the camera. His sneaky way of weaving himself into my life.

I wouldn't have finished without Jay. He's fucking smart and quick on his feet. He solves most of the riddles and gets us through the damn thing in one piece. The video goes viral and not because of my mad skills. The internet detectives are hard at work, trying to figure out who's voice is behind the camera.

A week later we go for coffee. The weather is terrible but it makes the date that much better.

A few days before Jay is set to fly home for Christmas, we make plans. I won't see him again until after the new year. But, it's one of those days. Work is running long and the house won't be cleared when Jay shows up. It's not a big deal. My friends know him and Ruby is real chill. She won't make a scene. But Sven is here.

I'm halfway through making scalloped potatoes. I may hate the holidays but I do enjoy cooking and these segments are always received well. There is something about a man who can cook. Isaac looks around then quickly leaves the room. When he comes back, he has Jay.

Jay smiles like he always does when he sees me working. I can't really acknowledge him because I'm on camera but I must glance Jay's way one too many times because Sven notices and turns to see what I'm looking at.

His eyes widen. He looks at the camera, making sure it's secured to the tripod, then Sven gets my attention. He just has to go to Jay Petermeyer.

Despite my world imploding, I can't do anything because I'm filming. I take a breath and point to the top of the dish. "You definitely want the top to be crispy, almost black. That's where the flavor is. As you can see, it's bubbling everywhere. You should let it sit for ten minutes or else everyone will lose their taste buds."

I've never been more thankful for friends that get me. Isaac and Corey saw the situation unfolding and intercept Sven before he reaches Jay. Unfortunately, Sven is on a mission and I can attest that he always gets what he wants.

"That's all for tonight. The recipe is linked on the website and the tutorial is on YouTube. And remember, it doesn't matter if you're livin' the low life or the high life, just make sure you're livin' your best life."

I don't even take off the apron as I rush out of the kitchen, but it's too late. Sven found his way.

"I can't believe you're here. Holy crap, I'm such a big fan. My parents have season tickets so I'm at all the home games. I've even gone to a few away games if they're not too far. I love Arizona, the state not the team, but it makes traveling to away games more fun. You're having such a great season. I was worried about that injury but I'm glad to see it's not held you back. The way you sacked Murray last week was crazy. I'm surprised his brain isn't scrambled. You're bigger up close like this. Would you sign my shirt?"

I cover my eyes. I can't bear to watch.

Jay laughs. "You're funny."

"Ohmygod Jay Petermeyer thinks I'm funny. Can you say it again on camera so I have proof?"

"How about we take a picture together?" Jay counters.

Isaac glances at me with an up-to-no-good smirk. "Give me your camera and I'll take the picture." He proceeds to take five-hundred photos per Sven's instructions. Then Isaac suggests a video of Jay telling the world how funny Sven is.

The next time my ex-friend looks at me, I'm scratching my cheek with my middle finger. He simply smiles then yells, "Action!" and starts recording.

One compliment from Jay to Sven and I can't take it anymore. "Sven, Jay and I have a meeting and we're already behind schedule."

Sven doesn't look happy as he pulls himself away. Jay on the other hand is enjoying the attention. The little whore.

"I didn't know you knew Jay Petermeyer," Sven whispers as he packs up his camera. "What are you guys meeting about?"

"A collab," I lie.

Sven's face brightens. "Dibs on filming that! You don't even have to pay me. I'll do it pro-bono. Hell, I'll pay you."

I ignore him because there is zero chance I will voluntarily let Sven anywhere near Jay. I try to get Sven out before anything else happens but I'm not quick enough. Sven hands Jay his business card...with his personal number.

The second Sven is outside, I snatch the card from Jay's hand. "You don't need that."

"You're the one who is telling me I need to film more content. Sven seems eager enough."

"Oh, I'm sure he is. So eager he'd pay you in blowjobs."

Jay wraps his arms around me and laughs. "He's a funny guy. I'm glad I could make someone's day."

I punch him. He doesn't even flinch.

Jay and I spend the rest of the night hanging out. Unsurprisingly and, absolutely disappointingly, he makes a point of playing Stratego. Woo hoo. We do manage a nice make out and cum session on the couch so I guess it's worth it.

When it's time for him to leave, I find myself struggling to say bye knowing how hard it is to go without him.

It's fine. I'm fine.

****

Jay sends me pictures of him with his family at Christmas. I start work on the camper. Then Jay is in Denver and...

He's sending me tons of photos.

I've spent a lot of time stalking his social media account in the past and he has several pictures of him and his friends on there. Somehow, I find myself completely unprepared to handle his best friend. The person he's spending the most time with.

Seamus is absolutely stunning with his thick chestnut hair and an unassuming but genuine smile. It's clear they're close. Really close. They were roommates in college. I've seen enough pornos to know there's no way in hell nothing ever happened between them. Not with that chemistry.

Picture after picture of them at the bar, in a coffee shop, drinking beer, and posing with the little kid.

I want Jay so badly it hurts but I'm not keen on marriage and the thought of having kids makes me die a little on the inside.

The happier Jay looks with Seamus, the worse I feel.

At the end of the day, when the cards are laid out, I worry that I can't give him everything he wants. I can't give him what Seamus could; marriage, the white picket fence, kids.

I have never, not once in my whole life, been jealous. I've never liked anyone enough to feel that green monster. But seeing pictures of Seamus and Jay, knowing there's a part of me that can't fill what Jay is looking for...it's got me feeling jealous as fuck. It's not natural.

And I hate it.