College Complications
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Wow yeah, very intrigued at this point! Getting good!
Two words: Holy. Shit.
Love it! The slow burn is so good! Can’t wait to read more!!
Great writing, with every part I'm pulled even deeper into the story.
Chapter Twenty One - The Edge
The rest of the evening passed under a heavy quiet. The kind that pressed in at the edges, not angry, just fragile. Every word felt like it might splinter something, so we didn't say much at all. We cleaned up the half-eaten dinner in silence, Jasper rinsing plates while I stacked them. Our hands brushed once, and we both froze like the contact was a live wire, before pulling back too quickly and pretending it hadn't happened.
By the time we drifted upstairs and into his room, the weight of it all was there, following us like a shadow. He hovered near the bed, hands shoved in his pockets, eyes flicking everywhere but me. The bed suddenly looked too small, too intimate. Jasper hovered by his dresser, folding and refolding the hoodie he'd already taken off, his shoulders tight like he was winding himself up. Finally, he cleared his throat.
"I can sleep on the floor," he said, voice low, almost careful. "So it's not.... weird."
The words stung more than they should have. Weird. Like what had happened had already been shoved into a box labelled 'mistake'. My chest squeezed, but I forced a small and steady smile.
"Don't be an idiot," I said softly. "You don't need to sleep on the floor. I don't mind.
He froze, looking at me with those tired red eyes, searching for something in my face. When he didn't find me flinching away, some of the tension in his shoulders eased. He gave a tiny nod, exhaling hard through his nose as though the act itself took effort.
"Okay," he whispered.
We stripped down in silence, the air humming with the things neither of us dared to say. He tugged his shirt over his head and tossed it aside, then worked out of his jeans. I tried to look anywhere but at him, heat burning up my neck. It was ridiculous, I'd seen him shirtless a thousand times at the lake, after practice, even just hanging out. But this? It felt nothing like those moments.
I dragged off my own shirt, slower than usual, suddenly hyper aware of every moment, every brush of fabric over my skin. My jeans followed, pooling at my ankles before I kicked them away, left in just my boxers. The silence was so loud I could hear the creak of the springs as I sat on the edge of the bed, the sound of Jasper swallowing across the room.
When he slid beneath the covers, he angled himself on his side, back to me. Rigid. Like if he faced me, he might lose control again.
I lay down gingerly, staring at the ceiling, my pulse a drumbeat in my ears. The blanket fell heavier than usual, pinning me in place.
For a while, neither of us spoke. I could hear his breathing, uneven, betraying the fact he wasn't asleep anymore than I was. My mind spun in circles, replaying it all over and over and over. The kiss, the way his lips had crashed against mine, the stunned look on his face after, the way his voice had cracked when he said he couldn't not do it.
I'd buried certain feelings towards Jasper so deep I'd convinced myself they weren't there. But now, the lock was broken, and everything I'd shoved down was crawling back to the surface. The nights we'd spent tangled together, the way his arm had always fit perfectly around my shoulders, the jealous pangs I'd ignored when he dated someone.
I though I'd let them die because he was straight. Because it was impossible. But impossible didn't kiss you back.
The bed shifted when he moved slightly, his leg brushing the sheets. My breath caught, ridiculous in the dark.
Finally, he spoke,, voice low, like the dark could hide it. "Sorry if this...too much. I don't want it to be weird for you."
My heart lurched. I opened my mouth, closed it, opened it again. "It's already weird," I admitted, forcing a small laugh that came out struggled. "But not in the way you think."
Silence followed. He didn't push, and maybe that was worse, because it left me alone with my thoughts which were a mess of fear, want, confusion and something so sharp it hurt.
I rolled onto my side, staring at the line of his back in the dark. My throat was tight, but I forced the words out, barely audible in the dark.
"I wish I hadn't pulled away."
He stiffened instantly. Even in the dark I could see the tension ripple through him. Slowly, his head tilted, just enough that I caught a sliver of his profile. His eyes glimmered faintly, wide.
"Milo..." His voice cracked, carrying a warning behind it. "Don't mess with me. Please. I couldn't... I can't take take that right now."
The plea in his tone gutted me.
"I'm not messing with you," I whispered back, words tumbling out in a rush. My chest heaved, heart racing. "I swear to god, J. I wouldn't. I just..." I faltered, breath catching. "I can't stop thinking about it. About you."
He stared at me through the dark, his breathing sharp and unsteady. "Don't say that unless you mean it."
"I mean it," I said, firmer this time, though my hands were trembling under the covers. "I don't even know what it means, but I mean it."
A thick silence dropped over us again, our breath the only sound filling it. The tension was unbearable, but beneath it there was something else, something that made my stomach twist and my chest ache in the best and worst ways.
I wet my lips, nerves tangling in my gut. Then, softer than before, almost like a prayer.
"Will you... do it again?"
For a moment he didn't move, didn't breathe. Then his breath hitched, sharp, breaking the stillness.
"You're sure?" His voice was fragile, almost breaking.
I nodded once, unable to trust my voice.
Then Jasper shifted, slow and careful, rolling toward me until his face was inches from mine. The mattress dipped with his weight, heat radiating off him, his eyes locked on mine in the dark. My pulse roared in my ears, my whole body taut with anticipation.
Then he kissed me.
Gentle this time, almost hesitant. His lips brushed mine like he was afraid I'd vanish if he pressed too hard. My body lit up with it, every nerve alive. I sucked in a shaky breath through my nose, reaching blindly under the blanket until my hand found his wrist, grounding myself.
He melted into it, the kiss deepening by a fraction, and I couldn't think. I could only feel. His mouth warm, trembling against mine. His chest rising fast against me, matching the frantic rhythm of my own.
When he pulled back, only slightly, our foreheads rested together, our breaths ragged and mingling.
"I don't know what this is," he whispered.
"Me neither," I admitted, my voice breaking. "But I know I don't regret it."
The silence that followed wasn't empty this time. It was thick and alive and like it'd been waiting for us the whole time.
The rest of the evening passed under a heavy quiet. The kind that pressed in at the edges, not angry, just fragile. Every word felt like it might splinter something, so we didn't say much at all. We cleaned up the half-eaten dinner in silence, Jasper rinsing plates while I stacked them. Our hands brushed once, and we both froze like the contact was a live wire, before pulling back too quickly and pretending it hadn't happened.
By the time we drifted upstairs and into his room, the weight of it all was there, following us like a shadow. He hovered near the bed, hands shoved in his pockets, eyes flicking everywhere but me. The bed suddenly looked too small, too intimate. Jasper hovered by his dresser, folding and refolding the hoodie he'd already taken off, his shoulders tight like he was winding himself up. Finally, he cleared his throat.
"I can sleep on the floor," he said, voice low, almost careful. "So it's not.... weird."
The words stung more than they should have. Weird. Like what had happened had already been shoved into a box labelled 'mistake'. My chest squeezed, but I forced a small and steady smile.
"Don't be an idiot," I said softly. "You don't need to sleep on the floor. I don't mind.
He froze, looking at me with those tired red eyes, searching for something in my face. When he didn't find me flinching away, some of the tension in his shoulders eased. He gave a tiny nod, exhaling hard through his nose as though the act itself took effort.
"Okay," he whispered.
We stripped down in silence, the air humming with the things neither of us dared to say. He tugged his shirt over his head and tossed it aside, then worked out of his jeans. I tried to look anywhere but at him, heat burning up my neck. It was ridiculous, I'd seen him shirtless a thousand times at the lake, after practice, even just hanging out. But this? It felt nothing like those moments.
I dragged off my own shirt, slower than usual, suddenly hyper aware of every moment, every brush of fabric over my skin. My jeans followed, pooling at my ankles before I kicked them away, left in just my boxers. The silence was so loud I could hear the creak of the springs as I sat on the edge of the bed, the sound of Jasper swallowing across the room.
When he slid beneath the covers, he angled himself on his side, back to me. Rigid. Like if he faced me, he might lose control again.
I lay down gingerly, staring at the ceiling, my pulse a drumbeat in my ears. The blanket fell heavier than usual, pinning me in place.
For a while, neither of us spoke. I could hear his breathing, uneven, betraying the fact he wasn't asleep anymore than I was. My mind spun in circles, replaying it all over and over and over. The kiss, the way his lips had crashed against mine, the stunned look on his face after, the way his voice had cracked when he said he couldn't not do it.
I'd buried certain feelings towards Jasper so deep I'd convinced myself they weren't there. But now, the lock was broken, and everything I'd shoved down was crawling back to the surface. The nights we'd spent tangled together, the way his arm had always fit perfectly around my shoulders, the jealous pangs I'd ignored when he dated someone.
I though I'd let them die because he was straight. Because it was impossible. But impossible didn't kiss you back.
The bed shifted when he moved slightly, his leg brushing the sheets. My breath caught, ridiculous in the dark.
Finally, he spoke,, voice low, like the dark could hide it. "Sorry if this...too much. I don't want it to be weird for you."
My heart lurched. I opened my mouth, closed it, opened it again. "It's already weird," I admitted, forcing a small laugh that came out struggled. "But not in the way you think."
Silence followed. He didn't push, and maybe that was worse, because it left me alone with my thoughts which were a mess of fear, want, confusion and something so sharp it hurt.
I rolled onto my side, staring at the line of his back in the dark. My throat was tight, but I forced the words out, barely audible in the dark.
"I wish I hadn't pulled away."
He stiffened instantly. Even in the dark I could see the tension ripple through him. Slowly, his head tilted, just enough that I caught a sliver of his profile. His eyes glimmered faintly, wide.
"Milo..." His voice cracked, carrying a warning behind it. "Don't mess with me. Please. I couldn't... I can't take take that right now."
The plea in his tone gutted me.
"I'm not messing with you," I whispered back, words tumbling out in a rush. My chest heaved, heart racing. "I swear to god, J. I wouldn't. I just..." I faltered, breath catching. "I can't stop thinking about it. About you."
He stared at me through the dark, his breathing sharp and unsteady. "Don't say that unless you mean it."
"I mean it," I said, firmer this time, though my hands were trembling under the covers. "I don't even know what it means, but I mean it."
A thick silence dropped over us again, our breath the only sound filling it. The tension was unbearable, but beneath it there was something else, something that made my stomach twist and my chest ache in the best and worst ways.
I wet my lips, nerves tangling in my gut. Then, softer than before, almost like a prayer.
"Will you... do it again?"
For a moment he didn't move, didn't breathe. Then his breath hitched, sharp, breaking the stillness.
"You're sure?" His voice was fragile, almost breaking.
I nodded once, unable to trust my voice.
Then Jasper shifted, slow and careful, rolling toward me until his face was inches from mine. The mattress dipped with his weight, heat radiating off him, his eyes locked on mine in the dark. My pulse roared in my ears, my whole body taut with anticipation.
Then he kissed me.
Gentle this time, almost hesitant. His lips brushed mine like he was afraid I'd vanish if he pressed too hard. My body lit up with it, every nerve alive. I sucked in a shaky breath through my nose, reaching blindly under the blanket until my hand found his wrist, grounding myself.
He melted into it, the kiss deepening by a fraction, and I couldn't think. I could only feel. His mouth warm, trembling against mine. His chest rising fast against me, matching the frantic rhythm of my own.
When he pulled back, only slightly, our foreheads rested together, our breaths ragged and mingling.
"I don't know what this is," he whispered.
"Me neither," I admitted, my voice breaking. "But I know I don't regret it."
The silence that followed wasn't empty this time. It was thick and alive and like it'd been waiting for us the whole time.
Could they be throuple with Mason?
It could be something they explore but part of me says that neither Jasper nor Mason are big on sharing
I get that feeling too. The characters are great and Milo is such a sweetheart! LOVE this story! Really great writing, cant wait for more!
I'm still rooting for Mason. The way he was able to bring Mason out of his shell a little bit... That seemed special. As for Jasper, well... Lovers can make great friends but friends don't always make great lovers. This is such a fantastic story!
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team mason honestly i dont care much about jasper he is kinda an asshole sometimes
Was he being an asshole? No doubt! But now I think Jasper was just being over-protective of Milo, and very jealous of Mason. He’s bi and in love with his best friend, and kept both a secret for a long time. I’m sure it made him crazy to see how infatuated Milo was becoming with Mason, all while repressing his own feelings. I’d go crazy too.
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Reading this feela like watching a netflix series 
waiting for next episodes
waiting for next episodes
Hey guys, sorry the next few parts are taking a while. Been a busy week and honestly I keep writing and rewriting these next few switching up on how I want things to progress. Plan to get at least one out tomorrow 
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