Page 55 of Attractive Forces

Logan

We’ve got an important rugby game coming up against Mayer, and I should be concentrating on that.

Instead, all I can think about is how to get my hands on Jake again. Because fuck, being with him the other night was incredible. Beyond the realms of incredible, actually. A whole other level of amazing.

If I need any confirmation that I’m gay, then I definitely have it.

Jake’s mum has gone to pick up his sister Annaliese from university and bring her home for the mid-semester break. And because Aaron can’t be trusted to actually listen to Jake and obey the rules without her there, she’s taken Aaron with her.

I feel bad for Jake that his family situation is so fucked up. This shadow comes over his face when he’s talking about his family that causes me to clench.

But there’s one positive upshot right now.

Jake’s alone in his house. And he’s invited me over.

As I pull into his driveway, my insides shake enough to register a seven on the Richter scale.

It’s ridiculous I’m nervous about this, right? Because I want to take things further with Jake more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life.

But I have no idea what I’m doing. I mean, I’ve never dared to check out stuff online because of the fear my parents would see my search history. And while I’ve watched my fair share of stuff at friends’ houses, it’s never been the particular flavor I’m interested in. So, I’m about as clueless as you can get if you don’t count everything my imagination has conjured up.

Jake greets me at the door. “Hey.”

“Hey.”

He bites his lip. “You want to come up to my room?”

Given we always head straight to his room, it’s a weird question. But Jake scratches his hand and avoids my gaze, and I get the vibe he’s just as anxious as I am about this.

For some reason, that relaxes me. This is Jake and me. Nothing we do together could be bad.

“I definitely want to head straight to your room,” I say.

Jake looks up to meet my gaze, a faint blush on his cheeks. I grin at him, and a slow smile spreads across his face, and somehow, it’s all okay.

There’s definite enthusiasm in our steps as we bound up the stairs.

When I reach his bedroom, instead of heading to the desk chair like normal, I lie on his bed, propping myself up on the pillows.

Jake pauses next to the bed. “Are we even going to pretend to do some chemistry tutoring?”

“Haven’t we got enough chemistry between us?”

Jake’s eyes light up. “Oh, are we doing chemistry sexual puns? This should be fun.”

“Oh shit,” I groan. “What have I done?”

“You’re like an exothermic reaction, you’re so hot?” he suggests with a grin.

I groan again.

“I’m sure there’s one with diamond and the hardness scale that should be there for the taking,” he muses.

Okay, it’s physically impossible for me not to reach out and grab him, to pull him to me so I can kiss his smile.

He comes willingly, sliding onto the bed next to me, then kissing me back with the same enthusiasm.

For a while, we just lie there kissing. But quickly, another part of my body wants in on the action.