by Laine Watson
“Yeah. But I never woulda met you,” he replied, looking at me.
“Maybe you would have,” I said.
“Nah…” Jack shook his head. I stared at Jack for a while. He sat up and turned the lamp on his nightstand on. He pulled the covers off of himself, exposing his leg. There was a Native American tattoo on the back of his leg that looked like hieroglyphics. I had noticed it, but I’d thought that tattoos were just tattoos.
“You see this?” Jack said, pointing to the long, black, perfectly symmetrical triangles that ran down around his leg, starting right under his knee and extending a little past his calf. I nodded.
“Rookie has the same tattoo. It’s a brotherhood tattoo. We got it right after we got out of jail. Same thing with you,” Jack said, looking at me. “He’s my brother, and you’re mine. I can’t lose anything else in my life. I don’t know if I could take it.” Jack swallowed, looking at me fiercely.
“I’m yours, Jack,” I told him, hiding a secret. I thought I’d turn it around.
“Did you tell him about me?” I asked.
“Nah, he’s a fucking asshole,” Jack said.
“Jack,” I laughed, “So are you.”
“Yeah, but, he’s an asshole on purpose. He like to fuck with people, he got some insecurity issues, big time,” he claimed, raising his eyebrows.
“Everybody has insecurities.” I said.
“Nah, not like Rookie. He’s got some real deep shit past just regular stuff. I wanna see how his ass is if he ever fall in love. He always calling me soft.” Jack smiled.
“Oh wow. Cuz you’re not soft,” I pointed out.
“His ass is soft. Everything hurt his fucking feelings. Weak ass.” Jack laughed. “He think he can control everything, he think he know everything. Somebody gone catch his ass up, and he ain’t gone know what to do.” Jack smiled.
I kept quiet about anything. I didn’t ask him anything else about he and his old friend, and he didn’t ask me if I knew him, or anything else about Dodges. I smiled and leaned into him, running my index finger along the outline of his leg tattoo where I could reach. Jack turned the light off. I turned around to him, and laid on his chest.
“I missed you…” I said.
“I missed you, too,” he whispered. I smiled, looking into his eyes. And I just started singing in a sweet voice, “I Miss You,” from Blink-182. He just watched me, put his arms around me, and about the second measure, he smiled and started singing with me. It was his favorite band, I remembered that, and it was the most recent song of theirs. It was a weird connection that we made, like we had been lost somewhere, and then we just found each other again. I laid my head on his chest. We fell asleep.
Chapter Eleven: Swords
Pieces of me were returning, slowly. I thought I had lost who I was long ago. But now that I could be with Jack, I told myself that I was just going to be me. I wasn’t going to be afraid of him, and I wasn’t going to hold back. He seemed to understand all these things about me that nobody ever did.
It was just a regular afternoon. Being with Jack was the most amazing thing in life. I woke up with him, even though his hair was gone and tattoos covered his arms and chest, he was still my Jack. I guess we were both more ourselves than we ever had been.
I was sitting on Jack’s bed, the tv was on, light was coming in through the window. Jack was smoking a blunt laying across the bed, knees bent feet on the floor. My legs were crossed, his head was in my lap, and I ran my fingers through his true blond hair. The blue in his eyes was almost gone, his eyes were so dilated, there was only black. He coughed, I looked down at him and smiled, he smiled back.
“You’re beautiful upside down…” he said taking another puff of his blunt.
“And you’re high…” I continued to smile. I stretched my panties brushing up against his hair, “I need to get dressed.” I yawned. Jack sat up as I decided to sit a little longer. He put the blunt out and put it on the nightstand next to his gun, pocket knife and lighter. He laid back down on his belly, face in my crotch. He bit my panties and a little bit of the skin surrounding my pearl. I jumped a little.
“S-s-s-s…ow!” I said leaning back on my arms to make my pantied vagina a little more accessible to Jack’s mouth.
“Y-you don’t like that?” Jack asked, ready to do more as his eyes looked at me.
“No, you bit my pussy, Jack…”
“Hot Rod, you just have to feel good, too, through the pain.” He said.
“Why do you wanna hurt me?”
“I don’t. I love the way you taste. Sometimes, I get a little too excited.”
“Yeah,” I smiled as he put his index fingers in my panties pulling me closer to him, my ass went forward to him and I laid back.
“Let me just…” he said taking his fingers out of the sides of my panties and pulling them down past my hips and off, “I’m just gonna lay in it…” Jack said.
“It’s gonna be wet…”
“No, baby, it’s already wet…” Jack said shoving his face gently into my vagina. My eyes closed sensually and my legs bent upward.
“Ow…” I moaned, “You can’t just bite it Jack!”
Jack laughed looking up at me.
“I can’t?” Jack smirked sexily.
Why would I say that? Obviously because I wanted him to bite me everywhere. And so, he did. He bit me everywhere, all on my legs, while I laughed and cried, trying to get away from him. He bit me on my arms, on my ass, on my back on my neck, he nibbled and sucked a little making me weak for a few moments until he bit my cheek.
“What the hell, Jack!” I yelled scooting over to his side of the bed and covering up with his pillow at the top of the bed. Finally, he was done.
“Stop!” I giggled. He did, and he sat down at the edge of the bed. “Wanna fuck?” he asked.
“No, it hurts now because you bit it. You can’t have any pussy, it’s broken right now.” I giggled.
He scooted closer to me and kissed me, “You want me to fix it.”
“You can fix it with Jack sauce.” I smiled.
He tilted his head to the left, “Jack sauce?”
I nodded cutely, “Uh, huh…”
“You like that…”
“I do…”
“Where do you want it?” he asked.
“Inside…” I squirmed.
“Aw,” he frowned cutely, “I wanted to put it on you…”
I giggled.
Jack groaned sexily about to put his lips all over my pussy, he wrapped his arms around my thighs. I was so ready.
A knock came at the door.
“Jackie…are you guys up?”
Jack shifted his eyes up at me as I looked down at him teasing me. He said up on his knees and jiggled out his penis.
“Yeah…I’m up…” he smirked looking at me.
I giggled quietly.
“You’re so gross, that’s your mom…” I whispered, ”Yes…we’re awake.”
“Good, are you guys hungry?”
“You want Jack sauce?” Jack whispered to me leaning down giving me a kiss, “Nah, ma, we’re okay.”
“Well could you at least come outta there, I haven’t seen you guys in a few days. It’s like I live alone.”
We both paused and looked at one another. Jack sighed, “I guess this is gonna have to wait.”
“But I want you to lick it. And then put it in me…”
Jack sighed heavily and threw his head back, “Oh-my fucking gawd! Are you serious right now? This is what you’re gonna say, right now?”
“Yeah, you’re gonna have to do it…right now…just…okay you don’t have to lick it just fuck me okay?” I said.
Jack’s eyes rolled in the back of his head, “Why-do-you…?” Jack said pulling his penis out, his mother still at the door, “Fuck…” he paused, looking up at the door after he eased himself inside of me, I kept quiet so his mother wouldn’t hear us, “Yeah ma, we’re coming out in a few minutes.”
“Okay…” she said, and we waite
d a few seconds as Jack pumped slowly, making me feel all the grooves in his penis against my walls. I tried to moan quietly, but it was hard. I pushed Jack’s chest away from me hoping it would absorb my sounds and they’d come out through how hard I pushed him, but he pushed back as I lost sight of trying to be respectful and keep our fucking out of his mother’s mind. Jack was moving faster, harder, deeper.
“Guys…seriously…” his mother said knocking once strongly on the door.
All the passion and desire that had been running through us went away. Jack stopped kissing me.
“I think she’s mad at us.” I whispered.
“Nah, she just thinks she’s losing me or that she’s not doing enough.”
”Enough of what?” I said as he eased himself out of me. He looked a little sad and he sat down on the bed, so I sat up.
Jack sighed, “I don’t know, she probably thinks I don’t need her anymore or something. Or that we don’t wanna hangout with her or whatever.”
I rubbed his back, “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, she’s just been, different.”
“What’do ya mean?”
“I mean, like, she doesn’t date, she doesn’t really have a lot of friends. I’m like her whole life.” Jack said looking at me.”
“Jack…you’re my whole life too…”
He sighed.
“Hot Rod, you both are my life…she’s all I’ve got, you know…and you.”
“You’ve got Trey.”
“Yeah…” He smiled, “But you know what I mean.”
I nodded.
“I love you, Jack.”
“I love you too.” He said kissing me, “Com’on, let’s go see what she wants.
“Well, I think I should put on some clothes first.” I smiled.
“That would be wise.” He laughed. It’s one thing to be in love, that’s hard enough trying to keep your mind from running all over the place. but to be in love with your best friend, after losing them and then coming back, that makes it even harder to stay focused.
I got up and walked to the closet, humming a sweet song. Jack’s clothes were sort of just thrown in the closet on shelves and on the floor. I just wanted one of his shirts that smelled like him. Yeah, I know. But no, he didn’t necessarily distinguish between clean and dirty. His dirty smelled better than clean anyway. There was a band tee shirt that I loved. It was an irregular blue, crumpled up on the white shelf in the middle of the wall of the closet. I grabbed it so I could put it on. But something snagged it. I pulled it free.
There, laying under random shirts and shorts and jeans, were decorated cloth sword holders. I smiled, pulling it from underneath the other clothes. I walked out of the closet holding the sword.
“What…” I smiled walking over the Jack, “…is this.”
He turned to me, “It’s a Samurai Sword.”
“Why do you have like, 5 Samurai Swords, just laying around in your closet?”
“Because, it could fuck somebody up.” he said taking the sword from me. He pulled me on his lap while he examined it, pulling it out of its sleeve.
I watched him as he somehow connected with the object, much like he did when he held a gun in his hand. He seemed so sexy, and I wondered what was going through his mind.
“You just like all things deadly.” I said shaking my head at him with a smile, marveling at his obsession with objects that can kill. “Guns, knives…”
Jack sighed looking at me, “Yeah, and you.”
“I’m not deadly.”
Jack laid the sword on the bed and sighed looking back at me seriously, “…you have no idea what you do to me.” Jack said.
I gulped.
“You have no idea what you do to me.” I said leaning over and picking up the sword from the bed.
Jack took the sword from me and armed himself
“Let’s fight.” He smirked standing up letting me fall to the bed.
I stood up also; Jack had no idea that my soul lived and breathed make believe, and to offer this, that day, I fell more in love with him. Another piece of me opened up to him, as if he hadn’t found all the pieces of me already, “A battle?” I asked in my best medieval accent, “Dost thou challenge a maiden?” I asked, “Surely, thou knoweth that to do such will bringeth forth much darkness.” I said walking slowly backwards, toward the closet, “Dost thou, desire, death, war, rage in thy blood?” I said, running to the closet to get another Samurai sword. I drew my sword from its’ cover.
“You do know these are Samurai sword, not Medieval swords?” Jack smirked aiming his sword at me.
“Doest thou hold fear in thy heart?” I said, hopping on the bed, “En garde, thy fucker of mothers.” I giggled out.
“Alright…” Jack said getting up drawing his sword.
“I’m going to fucketh thou uppeth.” Jack said with a sly, sexy smirk. My eyes opened wide and all the childhood dreams of having a real prince, that wasn’t my cousin, seemed to come into reality. With his sword drawn, and his eyes on me. He was smitten in that moment, maybe my light shone too brightly, but I slipped passed him and opened the door and ran for it, Jack behind me with his sword.
Technically we did what Stephanie asked. She wanted us to come out of the room, spend some time with her. And even though she sort of interrupted our fucking, we weren’t exactly upset about it. We had left that level and found a new place to fall deeper in love.
She was sitting in the living room on the sofa sipping coffee. She had probably intended to have a nice conversation, maybe even persuade us to go out to dinner as a family; that’s what we were. She may have wanted to get to know where we were in our relationship, find out how Trey was doing, etc. However, she was startled when the door opened from Jack’s room and we burst into the living room, running with real Samurai swords, careful not to actually stab each other.
“What the hell!” Stephanie exclaimed, spilling coffee on her pink collared shirt. She watched us as we laughed, careless about her presence. Jack was right behind me; I could barely get away from him from laughing so hard and being so happy that one of the parts of me that I had pushed so deep down inside of me, I didn’t even know it was there anymore, had found its’ way to the surface. My freedom and love for Jack was whole. I was running but I found myself in the air, Jack catching me, holding his sword out with one hand and holding me with the other. My giggle was full of glee, freedom, and love.
I could see Stephanie watching us. At first, she had no idea what was going on. All she heard was loud laughter and swords, and there may have been a smile on her face, until she realized, again, that we were holding swords. I escaped Jack and ran giggling into the kitchen, then through the hall and around the dining room table to the chair over in the corner and sat down, crossing my arms over me to shield myself from Jack. Jack approached the chair sword aimed at me.
“Oh, prince Jack, please…please have mercy…” I giggled out, making him laugh.
“Never!” He shouted, laughing.
“Put the gawd damn swords down! Jackie!” Stephanie said, looking scared, but also a little annoyed.
“What ma?!” Jack turned around to her, and I scrambled out of the chair. I looked at her and then back at Jack.
“Ha-Ha fool! Never turneth thy back on an armed maiden.” I laughed.
Stephanie’s shoulders dropped and she knew she had lost our attention.
“Come back here! You won’t get away.” Jack said all Medieval soldier like and I giggled as I ran from the living room, through the hall.
“Geez, guys, you can’t do something else? You two are worse than him and Dyl !” she said, exasperated.
I giggled as I sprinted past Jack, who was standing in the middle of the living room, passed through the hall toward Jack’s room. I turned around in the door and backed away as Jack approached stalkingly in through the door.
“Oh,” I said as if I were begging for mercy in a sweet and sexy way, my hands on his chest, “Prince Jack, please, forgive me,
what may I do, to serve you…” Jack closed the door behind him.
Jack smirked, “Prince Jack?”
I froze. Oh no. My weirdness. I gulped.
“Oh…uhm. I’m sorry. That’s so stupid…I.” completely out of character.
“No, uhm,” he said preparing, “Princess Katie, thou art forgiven, you have done treacherous, naughty things regarding your prince.” He said, bringing the blade of his sword close to me. I fell onto the bed and drew my sword at him, giggling., “I could be very naughty again if you’d like…” I said, sighing as the end of his blade traveled down my shirt. It seemed like we kept switching times, our accents were all over the place.
“Let’s see how naughty…” he said lifting my shirt up with the end of his sword, exposing my breasts, “I believe we were in the middle of something before ma came to the door.” Jack said as I stared at him, turned on, breathing hard, the blade in between my breasts. Jack looked like he had left, his eyes were different. I stared at his beautiful face.
“Jack…” I whispered a little unsure.
“…What if I just cut your boobs off right now?” he asked with a serious face.
I moved my sword to his pants.
“What if I cut your dick off, right now?” I gulped.
He didn’t move. He was scaring me a little, and after a few seconds he looked at me, with ‘Jack’ eyes again.
“Nah, I think you need that more than I need those…” I smirked, “I need all of you…”
He dropped the sword on the floor, taking mine from me as well and threw it on the floor, too. He laid on me coolly, slowly, making sure my body could feel his every move
“I need all of you…” he whispered and kissed me passionately.
I know it seems weird, and it seemed weird while Jack was fucking me so hard, too; Why he would even love me? But I didn’t care. My strangeness and my me-ness was what he loved about me, and his Jack-ness is what I loved most about him. His mom probably was okay with us not coming back out right away. We did go back out though, after Jack fucked me real good.
It was good to be with Jack again, to be me again, and it was good to be alive.