Stay the Night

The game was over, and we were sitting in his car. We weren’t moving, just sitting in the parking lot, waiting for majority of the traffic to leave. It was quiet, but pleasant. In the background Twenty One Pilots was playing quietly. Jon’s hand was on my knee, with my hand over his. I didn’t want this night to end, but, I didn’t want him to think of me wrong. How do you tell someone you want to spend the night with out seeming too forward? I wanted him to respect me, and respect us. On the other hand, everything within my body longed for his touch. My mind began spinning as I looked out the front window to the cars filing out.
“So,” Jon’s voice flowed between us, “do you want to come back to my place?”
I looked over to him. He seemed nervous and unsure. Since I met him, this was the first time he showed any kind of weakness. Jon always seemed to have everything under control. I enjoyed seeing him look vulnerable, we were on a level playing field. I mashed my lips for a second. “Yes,” I said almost at a whisper.
His eyes softened a touch, showing that he was relieved. He turned and put the car into drive. The lights on the street seemed to glisten as my anxiety grew. Did I choose the wrong option? I needed to calm, so, I just focused on my breathing. We pulled up to the familiar building, Jon ran around the car to help me out. Unlike last time, there was people standing in the lobby. Each one seemed to check me out, up and down. I just wanted to hide behind Jon’s tall body. Instead I just put on a confident exterior, they wouldn’t wonder why he was with me if I looked comfortable in this position.
Jon guided me into the back of the elevator as two young girls stood in front of us. They weren’t that young, they were nineteen at most. They giggled off and on all the way. I even caught them glancing back at us in the mirrored doors. I mashed my lips to the point of hurting. I ran my tongue against to even feel my teeth imprint. Jon let my hand fall, to just move his arm around my shoulders bringing me tightly into him. The girls stepped out to the floor before ours, not without one more giggle.
“That was strange,” Jon let our a laugh of his own.
“Everything around you is strange,” laughing along.
“I guess you’re right,” he turned my body towards his and placed a light kiss on my lips. We got off the elevator and walked to his front door. It was just how I remember it, the city lights filled the room. It reminded me a Christmas nights with only the tree lights on. You couldn’t help but feel all the beauty around. I felt Jon’s arms snake and around my waist, as his tight body pressed against my back. We just stood there for a moments, just swaying back and forth. My nervous raced through my body, just waiting for him to make the next move. I felt his chin lean against the top of my head, “Would you like a beer?”
Not really what I was thinking about but, I said yes. A little bit of social lubricant would work well right now. I fallowed him into the clean kitchen as he grabbed the drinks. The last time I was here I never really looked around. I was so memorized by the view that I didn’t take the time to really look around the space. He handed me the bottle, and I made myself at home by walking into his pool room. Against the wall was framed jerseys and his different medals. The opposite wall held a flat screen TV surrounded by photos from different events. I thought of the Seabrooks’ home and all the different pictures they had. It must be nice to have all these events to cherish.
“Would you like to play some pool,” I turned to see Jon with a pool cue in hand.
I placed my drink on one of the tall tables, “I’m not any good.”
“I could teach you,” he chuckled.
“Really? Wouldn’t that be a little cheesy?” I joked.
“Will it work?” His body now was pressed against mine, which was almost on top of the table.
“Yes,” my voice was airy now.
He slowly leaned me back onto the table, as his heavy body pressed into mine for a passionate kiss. I knew how ridiculous this was, but, I was loving every moment of it. His rough hand rubbed up side causing my back to arch a little bit. Everything about Jon was electrifying, I could feel all the little hairs on my body stand on end. Eventually he had to pull back for some air. I kept my eyes closed hoping not to come back to reality. His heavy presence was gone, but, I just laid there hoping it would return. I felt his hand slip under me from the side, and lifting up into a cradling position.
“What are you doing?” I couldn’t help be scream.
“Taking you somewhere much comfortable,” his voice was now in my ear, “and wont ruin my table.”
I opened my eyes as we walked down the hall into the master bedroom. Even in here, he had an amazing view. The cool colors of the walls only enhanced the filtered in city lights. He gently laid me down on his king size bed. He stood up and looked at me, I never felt more beautiful and shy in my life. His little dimple started to show as a smile slinked across his face. Almost in slow motion he slipped his Tshirt over his head. There he stood, like a hockey Greek God. Fuck he was hot! His hands began to slip under my shirt, pushing it up and over my head. I couldn’t help but pray that my head didn’t get stuck.We kissed again. Letting my body just melt into his I began to lose all sense of time and reality. All I wanted was this man, in this moment. I groaned as he pulled away.
“Has anyone every told you how fucking hot you are?” His voice was raspy.
I flipped him over so I was on top, “Yes, I hear it all the time.”
I continued our kiss. In the back of my mind I knew all of this was crazy. Who could blame me? He was fucking hot!