Escaping Perfect

Warning: Heavy angst in this chapter!

The ride was rather awkward with Jace thanking him again, but Warren froze up like a board as he’d never been in such close proximity to the other boy before. Warren could smell the subtle deep edges of Jace’s cologne. It was absolutely masculine with a tang that reminded him of sucking fruit on a hot day. The sudden flash of him sucking the pulse point on Jace’s long neck only served to make him grip the steering wheel with a white knuckled grip.

Warren followed Jace’s directions avidly. He stopped his truck in front of large ranch style house.

Jace looked at his house through the pouring rain then back at Warren. “You could come in.” Jace smiled. “I know two things right now: one, it’s raining and two, you don’t have an umbrella.”

Warren rubbed his neck beneath the wet canvas of his leather man’s jacket. “Yeah, that’s true, but I should still go.”

Jace nodded disappointedly. “Okay, thanks.” He moved to open the door, but stopped when he felt Warren’s hand touch his arm lightly.

“Alright.” He said. Jace smiled brightly and Warren returned the grin as well. “I’ll come in.” The idea was stupid, because he would end up getting wet for no reason.

The two ran across the large lawn as the cold rain fell upon them. Jace reached the landing first with Warren knocking into his back as he tried to unlock the door. They stumbled inside. Shoes squeaking and water dripping all over the floor, they laughed nervously as they caught their breaths.

“I’ll get you a towel and that umbrella, cool?” Warren nodded.

Jace walked into down a fairly dark corridor, leaving Warren standing alone, dripping and with his thoughts in the center of a very stylish living room. The furnishings were the opposite the classic and contemporary look his mother had strived to perfect. Jace’s house looked inviting; colors bright and sharp, but not overwhelming-guaranteed to stimulate rather than irritate with obnoxious brightness.

Warren checked his watch. The time was vastly approaching his interview “Jace.” He called.

He needed to go and there was no reply. Warren began to walk down the hall. Photographs lined the walls in unique patterns. The photos weren’t pictures you’d usually expect to see lining the walls of a family home. There were a few pictures of Jace and his mother and of the pair together, but most of the photos were obviously of things Jace had snapped throughout the years.

He kept going down the hallway, until he reached a partially opened door. Through the crack, he could see Jace toweling off his hair. The other teen wasn’t wearing a shirt. Warren swallowed hard as he continued to watch, breath trickling to a near stop. Jace’s chest was lean and smooth. Muscular but not as dense as Warren’s own body. The hazy light streaming into the laundry room made Jace’s tan skin appear rather pale instead deliciously tanned. Warren’s eyes began a slow path down Jace’s body again from the almost too pink lips down his long neck that supported a thin metal chain. His nipples were dusky and Warren continued to watch, unconsciously moving his thumbs in a circle just the size of Jace’s nipples. His eyes trailed down Jace’s stomach. It was smooth and lightly toned, unlike his own ridged and rolling abs.

His breathing was ragged and his heart was racing. One hand gripped his thigh tightly to steam the awakening of cock. His eyes squeezed tight as his cock jerked. Suddenly, his hand slipped and knocked against the door.

Jace turned towards the door. “Warren?”

“Shit.” He muttered. Warren wiped his face. He knew he was flushed. Jeez, I feel like a perv, spying on Jace like this. He pushed the door open slowly.

Jace released the breath he’d been holding. A smile spread across his face. “Jeez Warren, you scared the hell out of me--” He grabbed the extra towel he’d dug out of the laundry. “I’m so sorry about making you wait.”

He moved over to Warren, the towel extended. Warren grabbed it, their fingers sliding past each other. The touch was like lightening.

Jace’s piercing blue eyes looked into Warren’s mossy green ones. The air was electric and heavy. Each stood still. The only sound in Warren’s ears was the rushing of his blood in his veins.

“I’m sorry--” He was gone before Jace could answer.

Warren didn’t move, he simply stared down at Jace. The other teen continued to grip Warren’s fingers. A tongue slipped through Warren’s mouth and slid across his extremely dry lip. Jace focused on the motion. As if on cue, Warren bent towards Jace. Their lips barely separated by mere centimeters as they hesitated in kissing. The instant contact of lips jolted Warren into action. He took over the kiss, pulling Jace flush against his body. Kissing so deep, air became a non necessity. The feeling of a hot tongue entering his mouth made Warren moan, then stop. Leaving Jace to carry on their kiss singularly.

Jace finally realized that Warren had stopped. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

“I--I--gotta go.” Warren nearly dropped Jace as he stormed out of the laundry room. He was running. Running far away from what he’d done. From what he allowed to happen.

He sped away in a panic. Warren was embarrassed, pissed and more or less embarrassed by his actions. “God, what have I done? How could I have been so stupid … allowing my fucking hormones to get the best of me. Shit!” He yelled at himself. Warren sped along the roads, his heart thundering in his chest as he recalled the warm tickle of Jace’s breath along his upper lip. Jace’s lips looked so soft and Warren really wanted to feel their plumpness.

Warren reached his house and barreled past his nearly irate father. He locked himself in the bathroom, slamming the door so hard it shock the frame. Warren splashed water on his face and tried to calm his breathing. He caught his reflection in the mirror and couldn’t help but feel like he was falling. Where exactly, he wasn’t sure.

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