I look over all the kanji one last time, wondering how in the hell I'm going to remember all of them. I throw my textbook in my bag, grab my notebook and rush out of my room. I slam into Victoria, coming out of her adjacent room.
"Shit, sorry V. I'm late." I offer as I lock my door and run past her towards the elevators.
"Yeah, `sorry' doesn't do away with the ouch. I'm hitting you later," she calls after me.
"OK, thanks!" I call back as I get to the elevators and hit the button eight times. C'mon, damnit. This exam is worth 40% of my grade. I'll need all the time I can get. As the elevator light finally comes on and the door begins to open, I realize I'm not wearing a coat. Three inches of snow on the ground and 16 degrees outside...kind of a problem.
"Fuck!"
I dash back to my room, fumble with my key while I spew an indistinct stream of curses, get inside, grab my North Face and slam the door behind me, not even bothering to lock it. As I'm sprinting back to the elevators, I see one closing with someone inside...
"Hold it!" I yell.
An arm flies out and stops the door. Had I been paying attention I would have noticed how beefy that arm was...
"Thanks" I manage to get out through my heavy breathing.
"No problem, Jap."
I inwardly groan. Of all the elevators in the world... I look up to a smirking Christian, his green eyes taunting me. Jerk.
"For the last time, stop calling me Jap! Not only is that not my name..." I start to admonish him as his smirk starts to blur.
"But...but..." I try to get my bearings as everything goes out of focus and Christian's teasing smile turns into a mask of concern.
"Jace?" he says, with a tinge of worry in his voice.
His face is getting closer and then...everything fades to black.
****************************************************************************** I wake up before I open my eyes and try to figure out what's going on. Did I go to sleep? I don't remember that. I hear rummaging around me. Slowly I open my eyes. My shades are drawn but I can still see the white sky peaking through the gaps, reflecting the snow on the ground. I look over and see what is unmistakably Christian's back. His short, curly blonde hair and his broad shoulders and muscular back showing through his tight, green T-shirt look so good. What the hell is he doing in here? I fish my phone out of my pocket and check the time: 1:11p. Suddenly everything comes back to me.
"Oh shit!" I exclaim.
Christian whips around. "Oh, good. You're up."
"Yeah, I'm up and fucking late to my final exam. I'm so gonna fail," I say with a note of panic. I pop out of bed and start looking for my coat and bag when I start feeling dizzy. I brace myself on the wall for support.
"Whoa, maybe you should lie back down, Jap. You already passed out on me once today..."
He pushes me back into bed. The room is spinning so I don't refuse. Damnit, I must have passed out in the elevator on the way to my exam. With Christian. How embarrassing.
"That's not my name, asshole. And I need to get up and at least see my prof before the exam ends."
"Ha, is that the way you talk to the guy who just rescued you?"
"What do you mean `rescued?'"
"I mean I caught your tight little body as you fainted in the elevator and carried you back to your bed. Imagine if I wasn't there to catch you. You know you're pretty tall, Jap. Woulda been a long way down..." he grinned annoyingly.
I aim a weak kick at his leg. "My name is not Jap! Do you know how offensive that is?!"
"But, you're not actually Japanese."
"Not the point!"
"Hey, hey, don't change the subject. This is the part where you're grateful to me for being there in your time of need."
"Well it's pretty hard to feel grateful with that stupid, smug smile on your face."
Damn. It's so annoying that Christian knows how hot he is. Makes me sick. Doesn't make him any less hot, though.
"Well, try harder J-" he began.
"Call me `Jap' again and I aim for your balls next time," I threatened.
"Ha, OK, OK" he says as he kneels down and brings his face too close to mine. He stares into my light brown eyes with his piercing green ones. I get self-conscious and look away. He touches my face softly to get me to refocus on him.
"Jace-Alex it is, then" he says with a perfect smile.
Shit. I feel way too vulnerable lying down with Christian hovering over me like this. I take his hand away from my face and shift backwards into a sitting position. Christian doesn't push it; he just smiles and goes back to what he was doing at my desk, giving me an uninterrupted view at his ass. Damn him.
Christian keeps calling me Jap' because I made the mistake of telling him my middle name a few weeks ago. A bunch of us was watching a movie after a house meeting in the main lounge. Christian took the opportunity to sit next to me and pester me with a bunch of whispered questions, knowing I wouldn't get loud and tell him to shut up. It was easier to just talk to him, so I ended up telling him about my little brother and our two dads. Dad used to tell us all the time how adamant Daddy was about giving us the names of mythical creatures for middle names. Daddy's really conceptual that way. So, anyway, I got Phoenix and Ashley got Gryphon. Different people think it's either lame or cool; Christian thought it was cool and the smile he flashed when he told me so made these butterflies flutter around in my stomach. I promptly excused myself from the movie at that point but Christian's been calling me Jap' (Jace-Alexander Phoenix) ever since.
Christian's slamming straws on the desk to get them out of their wrappers and then he turns around with two big plastic cups and offers me one.
"When's the last time you ate anything, Jace?"
"Uh..."
That was a good question. I'd cranked a paper out the night before and been cramming for my Japanese final since then. I'd dozed off for a couple hours but eating? Damn, it's probably been longer than a day.
"Ha, that would explain why you're passing out in elevators. And here I was hoping you'd finally realized how attractive I am and had a natural reaction."
I rolled my eyes hard at the suggestion that his beauty made me faint.
"Ha, didn't your dads teach you to take care of yourself? Or do you depend on Michael..." he started.
"I can take care of myself just fine, thanks. Finals week just stresses me out. And I guess it was all for nothing now that I've failed."
"Don't worry about that; Miyachi Sensei won't fail you. I already emailed her explaining what happened. She hasn't responded yet but she'll be cool, I promise. She'll let you make it up. Ochitsuite ne." I stayed quiet. I had no doubt about what he was saying but the gesture sort of got to me. That was nice of him. I finally opened my mouth to thank him, but he cut me off.
"Don't mention it, beautiful. Just drink up" he said as he took a seat next to me on my bed and started to sip from his own cup.
I taste mine. It's a vanilla milkshake. My favorite.
"I got vanilla to be safe, I didn't know what you liked" he shrugged.
"Vanilla's fine."
I take off the lid to get at the whipped cream. The sugar starts to make me feel better almost immediately.
"Where'd you get these? Who's even making them this time of year?"
"The Blue Commons. Milkshake special every Wednesday. Figured you could use one" he smiled.
"You walked all the way over there?" I asked as I stuff a huge strawful of whipped cream in my mouth.
"More like ran" he chuckled. "I didn't want you to wake up alone."
I finally let down the Christian defenses' and smiled. That was more than nice of him. It was sweet. Ever since I met Christian he's been coming onto me openly, and I've been rebuffing him. He's gorgeous and everything but you can just tell that he gets everything he wants because of his looks and he knows how to use them. He also gives off this dumb jock' vibe. That's probably not all true, as this is one of the geekiest schools in the country. But, still, I kinda go more for the intellectual type. Like my boyfriend, Michael. Whom Christian knows about. I slurped down the rest of my shake and looked up at him appreciatively. Christian leaned forward with those dazzling whites on display and wiped some whipped cream off my full upper lip.
"You missed some," he said. Nonchalantly, he puts his thumb at my lips and I hesitantly suck the cream off.
I look away shyly. I said Christian knows about Michael, I didn't say he cared.
"Gosh, you really attacked that thing. Guess I was right."
I turned back and smiled at him. Christian's smirk was back.
"Want some of mine?"
He took a sip from his cup and scooted closer to me, the whole time his face getting closer. I knew what was coming but I just sat there, frozen. Michael, Michael, Michael. C'mon, focus! Christian slowly came closer, smirking the entire way, and kissed me, offering his tongue to me to taste. Strawberry. Maybe I should branch out from vanilla after all...
The kiss deepened and even though the shake had cooled me down, the heat coming from Christian warmed me right back up. Christian put his shake down on the floor and grabbed my upper leg, pulling my lower body closer to his as he leaned forward to lie on top of me. His weight felt amazing. My hands roamed the muscular planes of his back and slowly made their way down towards his firm butt. Christian ran his hands through my hair and kissed me as if he'd never get the chance to do it again. When my hands finally reached his ass and squeezed his cheeks through the denim, he broke the kiss and looked down at me, his firm gaze plainly telling me how long he's been waiting for this. I knew, as I looked back up at him that my own eyes had betrayed me and told him the same.
Christian pulled back further, that teasing smirk back on his face as he straddled my waist, and removed his T-shirt. His heavy pecs and rigid abs, lightly dusted with blonde hair, really sealed the deal; no way was I stopping at this point. I traced a path down his chest with my hand, looking at him and biting my lower lip. He quickly helped me out of my shirt exposing my smooth, naturally toned body. I was so much smaller than he was. I mean, we were pretty much the same height at around 6'1" but he had to have me beat by at least 40 pounds. Christian smiled again as he reached for his milkshake. He removed the lid and splashed some of the pink cold on my bare chest. I shivered and giggled instantly but had to bite back a moan as he quickly lapped it up off my chest and made a trail towards my neck with soft kisses. My neck is my weak spot; Christian must have realized this because he kept up his assault as he began to grind his hips into mine, making a pink mess between our chests and getting both our dicks to throb. I manage to slip his jeans and underwear over his ass and squeeze his bare cheeks, trying to get even closer to him. Christian started to growl and suck on my neck feverishly, really getting into it once I found his balls from behind and started to massage them. When I dragged my finger from his balls to his ass and traced his hole, Christian sat up again, lust in his eyes, and practically ripped my jeans off me.
My dick free from its denim confinements slapped up against my abs, leaking. Christian smiled again and got up off the bed to remove his own pants. As he did so, I slid to the edge of the bed and grabbed his hips, pulling him towards me. His dick is sticking straight out at me, bigger than mine is and wider too. I kiss and lick his abs as he runs his hands through my hair and whispers words of encouragements, softly moaning. I look up at him as I reach the base of his penis and stare tauntingly as I lick my way down his length to his flared mushroom head. As I'm about to take his head into my mouth, Christian stifles a moan and my heart starts to pound as I hear knocking on my door...
"Jace-Alex?"
To be continued...(?)
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