My eyes flutter open as I awake from probably the best sleep I have had in so many years. My body felt different than it did most mornings, normally I would wake up and feel stiff and still partially tired because the majority of the night I had spent tossing and turning or just staring up at the ceiling as I wait for the sleep to take over, which it rarely ever does.

I’m surprised I have any energy to kill anyone half the time I’m so damn sleep deprived.

But this time, I woke up with my body feeling...satisfied. It took me a few seconds to drift awake, a small smile on my lips as I realise I had a decent night’s sleep. It may not seem like much, but it’s a serious achievement believe me.

For a split second, I forgot where I was. But as my eyes became clearer and I stretched awake, I feel my hip bump into a hard form next to me. I turn my head and freeze as I remember that I was in Jace’s bed.

He was lying on his stomach fast asleep, one arm draped over my stomach. The white sheet was covering both of us now but it still didn’t cover his muscled back and just draped over his ass, exposing the curve of his back which I had a sudden urge to lick.

Oh dear god, I need to get out of this bed.

I knew we didn’t have sex last night, we didn’t even kiss. It was more about just coming here and having someone to talk to, someone who understood where I was coming from and wouldn’t judge me, apart from some slight teasing which was required anyway. I just wanted someone, and like always he was the person I turned to. I did it years ago and things clearly have not changed.

As I though this, my chest started beating frantically as the panic washed over me. I suddenly wished we had sex last night, because that would be easier to deal with than emotions. Just talking to him last night was not what I needed, because it meant I was getting closer to him. I was relying on him like before and I was starting to care for him even more.

And we all know where that got me last time.

Dumped and betrayed, then turned into the ‘bit on the side’.

Not the road I want to take this time I can say that for sure.

I had to detach myself from him; I had to get away before I got sucked in again. I couldn’t let my guard down especially not in the life I lead. I had to be disconnected from any type of feelings, I couldn’t sit here and rely on this boy that I longed for, but in the long run would probably just break my heart. Again.

I turned and looked at the clock.

4:27am

I needed to do something that took my mind off Jace. Something that I did before Jace came crashing back in my life, something that meant nothing.

I couldn’t have things that meant something. That is just too much hassle.

And I knew exactly what I had to do to take my mind off this. Or better yet, who I had to do.

And lucky for me, he was asleep a few rooms down the hallway.

How handy it is to have your own personal no strings attached fuck buddy/friend a few feet away from you at a time like this.

I could see it was still dark out from the slight gap in the curtain, and I knew if I snuck into his room now he would be sleeping. But knowing him, as soon as he got a whiff of what I was coming into his room for, he would be bolted awake and naked before I had a chance to say ‘rise and shine its boning time’.

Jesus, I sound like a guy.

I turned my head to Jace, beating down the part of me that was longing, screaming to stay in bed and curl up next to him like I wanted to. I couldn’t stay here the night. Staying here would mean feelings.

Me and feelings do not mix well.

I grabbed his wrist that was draped over my stomach, and slowly lifted it and placed it on the bed inbetween us, silently pulling the sheet off of me and beginning to climb out of bed so quietly I honestly felt like a ninja. I was soon on my feet, and as hard as I tried I couldn’t help but lean over and place a small kiss on his forehead as he slept. He looked so freaking peaceful and cute. And hot, most definitely hot.

I shook my head to get back to my normal senses, and turned to walk out of the room. I had to get out of there and take my mind off everything.

I didn’t knock on his door when I reached it and slipped into his room, closing it quietly behind me. I looked over at the double bed in the middle of the room, his figure sprawled out over the bed like a slob. The sheet was draped over his waist, and I could see the only thing he was wearing was a pair of boxers.

I had to bite back a laugh as he suddenly jolted in bed, a loud grunt coming out of his mouth. He then mumbled something to himself before nestling his head back on the pillow and continuing his sleep.

I walked over to the bed and took the sheet that was covering his body away, knowing it would just get in the way later. I saw him shudder slightly in his sleep from the sudden chilliness, but I knew he would be sweating pretty soon so I didn’t feel that guilty.

I lifted my knee onto the mattress as I crawled onto the bed, straddling his hips and running my hands up his bare chest, lowering my head so my lips were at his neck, nibbling slightly.

I guess the groping people while they sleep joke was no longer a joke.

I bit down slightly, sucking at his neck. He moaned in his sleep, and I realised I had to up my game if I was going to get him to wake up. I kissed along his neck, moving down his stomach and slowly licked the lines of his abs. As my tongue continued to trace his stomach muscles, my hips rolled slightly grinding against the part of him that was definitely awake now.

Talk about rise and shine.

“Now this is probably the best wakeup call I’ve ever had in my life.” He muttered, his tone still slightly hoarse as he has just woke up. I smiled as I kissed back up his stomach, my face now hovering above his. He rubbed his eyes slightly, before he met my eyes with a sly grin on his face.

“Better than the alarm clock?” I tease, moving my hips slightly and feeling the further hardening against me.

“The alarm clocks never given me a hard on, so yes I would say you win that one.” He replied, and the smirk on my face widened as I bit my bottom lip, lowering my head and placing my lips on his.

He instantly responded, and I knew that all traces of sleep were gone and he was now fully awake. His hands went to my waist, gripping onto my hips as he groaned against my eager lips. My body subconsciously moved against his with pace. I needed a distraction, and I needed it now.

He pulled away, looking up at me curiously “Why so eager?”

“Does it really matter?” I shrug, impatience lining my voice.

His eyes turn serious “If it’s something bothering you, then yes it does.”

I sigh, knowing that he would not drop this until I told him. I was not explaining fully, so I just gave him the short version “I need someone to take my mind off...everything.”

He was silent for a while, searching my eyes as if to look further. Unlike Jace’s eyes, they didn’t reach quite as deep.

Great, think of Jace while you have sex with another man. That’s a really good sign to say you’re not emotionally attached.

After a few seconds, I see the understanding in his eyes and he nods once. His hand trails up my back, slipping into my hoodie.

The hoodie...

I sit up, pulling the hoodie off me hastily and throwing it on the floor. I couldn’t have that on right now; I was doing this to take my mind off Jace. Having an item of clothing that belonged to him while I screwed someone else was definitely not going to help achieve that.

I looked back down at him on the bed, his expression questioning at the hastiness I just took the hoodie off.

“That keen to get naked for me huh?” he joked, his expression amused.

The corner of my mouth tugs up “Don’t flatter yourself. The only reason I’m here is cos I ran out of double A batteries for Mr. vibrations.”

He tries to fight the laughter from my words “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.”

He flips me on my back so fast I don’t even see it coming, and I have to clamp my mouth shut to stop the shriek that was about to escape my lips and probably wake the whole house up.

“Thing is Faith, could a vibrator do this?” He quizzes, his hands gripping the sides of my upper thighs as his lips trail down my collar bone, his tongue drawing patters on the top of my breasts. He thrusts his hips forward, the hardness of him rubbing against the V inbetween my legs and causing a moan to escape my lips.

I feel him smirk against my skin “That’s what I thought.”

I close my eyes and let him take over, his hands and mouth doing more than enough to help me take my mind off everything. Again I was beating the little voice in my head that compared what he was doing now to how Jace did things the other day in the Gym. The little differences were noticeable in my head, like the way Jace rubbed his hand on my skin made it feel like I was on fire, the way his lips trailed my neck made me forget how to breathe...

Concentrate on the man inbetween your legs right now, not the one you’ve just walked away from!

As he pulled my pyjama shorts down along with my underwear as well as his own boxers, I didn’t even bother confirming the no strings attached deal we always had going.

I didn’t need to.

This meant nothing, just like I wanted it.

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JACE POV

I stirred, groaning slightly and stretching my arms out across the big empty bed—

Wait, empty?

I immediately pushed myself up, looking around the room and realising Faith was no longer here. The pang of disappointment hit me instantly, but I quickly pushed it down as I told myself I couldn’t expect so much so fast.

It was enough that I had managed to make her reach out to me last night, get her to feel comfortable around me and sleep in my arms like I wanted her to and needed her to.

I had to remind myself, small steps Dixon.

I smiled to myself slightly as the memory of having her sleeping in my arms again flashed through my head. She looked so peaceful as she drifted off to sleep and surprisingly considering I am a man whore, even I admit, the fact that we didn’t even kiss didn’t bother me in the slightest. I mean don’t get me wrong I would have loved to slot myself inbetween those toned legs of hers and have her scream my name, but it just wasn’t that important last night.

It was enough just having her there.

I knew I was falling for her again. That’s if I ever fell out of her in the first place. I understand that makes no sense, but as I mentioned a few times before I was not very good with my words. I wanted to see some emotion in her, see if I could draw it out of her cold exterior like I used to and see the girl I remember. I could have burst with happiness when I saw her wearing my hoodie last night, because that gave me all the proof I needed. She was still Faith. Just a lot feistier and deadly, but still Faith.

I knew I had to talk to her, and I decided last night as I watched her fall asleep that I would talk to her about everything. And I mean everything. Apologise for every asshole act I ever made towards her, which was a lot, explain why I did everything and basically let her know just how much she means to me.

Yeah, I was going to lay it all out on the table because at the end of the day, I knew I wanted her. Not just in a sexual way, I wanted the whole fucking package. I wanted the OCD side of her that wants to beat me for not being able to fold properly, the bitchy side of her that judged other girls who cried while watching titanic, the funny side of her that constantly teased me for everything I do. I wanted the whole thing.

It was just a bonus all of that came in a hot little package with a very toned body.

There’s only so much cuteness and romance I can do before the guy side of me comes out okay?!

I still had the smile on my face as I pushed myself off the bed and got to my feet, my bladder suddenly screaming at me to go and empty it. I glanced at the clock before I left the room.

4:45am.

It was still dark outside and the corridor was also pretty dark as I walked towards the bathroom that was by Chris’s room. I pulled to cord which caused the light to shine around the bathroom, my eyes squinting from the sudden brightness. I pulled my boxers down and unleashed the beast before I relieved my bladder.

As I shook it, not more than twice because let’s face it your playing with it after that, I debated on whether to go to Faith’s room and see her again. I understand that thinking of Faith as I shake my demon is not exactly the most normal thing to do, but your mind drifts at times like these.

I pulled my boxers back up and walked out of the bathroom, shutting the light off behind me and walked to Faith’s bedroom door, not being able to hear any sounds coming for the inside meaning she is probably fast asleep. I debated for a few more seconds, before coming to the conclusion that I would leave her for the night.

She obviously left my room because too much was happening too fast, and I didn’t want to rush her into anything. I had to give her space, but not too much because the need to be around her was too strong to ignore.

I cared about her too much to stay away, but I also cared too much to rush her into anything.

I turned from the door and walked back over to my room, hearing a slight muffled sound coming from one of the bedrooms a couple doors down from mine. I looked down the hallway, debating whether or not it was worth having a look. I shrugged, going to open my door and ignoring the sounds. It was probably one of the lads snoring anyway.

“Oh fuck...” a male’s voice groaned from one of the bedrooms.

Well, that definitely wasn’t snoring.

My hand froze on the door handle, my head looking down the corridor again as the noises were getting increasingly louder but were still too low to actually make out what the hell was going on. I tried to ignore the curiosity that was burning into me and just walk away and not think too much of it.

Now, everyone in my position would have done the same thing so do not judge me. Basically, Curiosity won. The pull towards that room was way too strong. Honestly, it felt like I had to go and see what the hell was happening.

I closed my door again and walked down the corridor, stopping at the door where the noises were coming from. I leaned my head closer to the door and listened to see if one of the lads were having some sort of nightmare or a sex dream. Either way, it would be quite funny to take the piss out of them in the morning about it.

I couldn’t remember whose room this was, so I just tried to see if I recognised the voice. No luck unfortunately.

Then, my whole body froze over as I heard another voice. This time, it was definitely not male.

I clenched my jaw as I tried to push away all thoughts that it was in fact Faith on the other side of this door causing the male in there to groan and moan in such a way.

It couldn’t be, not when she was asleep in my arms a few hours ago. Not when she kissed me like that back in the club.

There was no way...

The idea of not knowing was killing me. I gripped the door handle and slowly turned it, sliding the door open enough for me to be able to look in. I felt like a pervert right now, but believe me the idea of turning into a peeping tom had nothing to do with getting off.

It was more to reassure myself that the girl I loved was not fucking another guy after crawling out of my arms a few hours ago.

My eyes landed on the double bed in the middle of the room, and I scrunched my face in disgust as a male’s naked ass faced me.

“Ew gross...” I grumbled to myself.

The naked man ass was the last of my worries as I spotted the head of blonde hair on the pillow, her legs wrapped around the waist of the naked man ass as he moved in and out of her. I felt like someone had just rammed a knife into my chest, and the breath caught in my throat as I saw the two of them together.

I averted my eyes quickly and stepped back into the hallway knowing if I saw one more second of that I would probably grab one of Faiths knives and carve my own eyes out.

I felt my breathing pick up slightly, in anger as well as...hurt. I stood there, unable to register what I had just witnessed. Faith had been asleep in my arms, my bed, mere hours ago and now she was banging him?!

I gritted my teeth together, fighting with everything I had to ignore the stinging in my eyes.

I was not going to cry.

You’re a fucking man, act like one Dixon.

Daddy dearest’s words flashed through my head, and for once I listened to him.

“Oh god Drake...” Her moan caused my fists to ball up so tight I thought my knuckles were going to pop out of my skin.

At this precise moment, I didn’t know what urge was stronger.

The urge to smash Drake’s fucking face in, the urge to pull her away from him while screaming profanities or the urge to throw up on the corridor floor.

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