Clover-
I guess I was moving too slowly for him because Jackson quickly grabbed my shirt and pulled it over my head before I had the chance to take it fully off. He stared at my chest with an animalistic glint in his eyes. I whimpered and pulled my knees up to hide myself from his piercing gaze.
He let out a weird grumbling noise and shook his head. His eyes softened.
"It's okay, let me see." He crawled beside me and pushed my legs down. Surprisingly, I didn't resist. The strong air freshener in here was making me a bit dizzy. It wasn't like I hated the smell, though. I had always been fond of cinnamon.
"Good. Now hold still, baby."
Honestly, I'm not sure I could've moved even if I wanted to. Jackson pushed my head to the side to get a better glimpse at my shoulder… I think? His hot breath made me shiver as he leaned to inspect the damage. From what I could tell, it wasn't that bad, but the way he was staring at it so closely made me start second-guessing my original diagnosis.
SLURP
"Eek!" The shock of Jackson licking the wound caused the calming effect of Miss Mary's cinnamon incense to fade almost immediately. I clamped my hand over the wound and frantically pushed his chest back, an action that almost made me fall off the bed…
Jackson didn't let that happen.
In a flash, he grabbed my wrist and hoisted me back onto the bed, positioning me on his lap and locking me in place with his right arm.
"Be careful," he growled, squeezing me so hard I wheezed.
How did I let myself get into the predicament? This man was no puppy; he had literally abducted me from class and carried me here against my will. Now he was growling and licking like some sort of freak, and there was nothing I could do about it, especially not with my arms pinned to my sides.
"Just stay still, I'm trying to help you." And with that, Jackson began licking the skin between my shoulder and neck once more.
"Ah! St… stop." I tried to lean my head away, but it was no use. The feeling of his tongue against my skin was weird, and the whole area had begun to feel incredibly hot.
"Agh! It burns!" Tears welled in my eyes, and I struggled against his strong grip.
Immediately, Jackson stopped licking and stared at me with curious eyes, his tongue stuck out of his mouth like a dog's. "Does it hurt?"
"I don't know." I buried my head in his chest to keep him from noticing that I had been crying. If he saw me in this state, he'd just think I was some weak guy he could push around however he wanted. Honestly, the fact that I was crying like this was laughable. It's not like what he was doing to me actually hurt or anything, it just felt weird… very, very weird.
"How about I do it again so you can know for sure?" I felt his body shift like he was getting ready to assault the wounded area again.
"WAIT!" I screamed, coming out of my hiding place between his pecs.
Surprisingly, he paused, cocking his head to the side. For someone who had been tormenting me he looked rather innocent… that was until his lips curled into a devilish grin.
"Fine. I won't do it anymore."
I breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank–"
"If you give me a kiss."
"WHAT?!" I screeched, knowing deep down he had given up licking my shoulder way too easily.
"If you really don't want to, I guess I'll just–" He leaned towards the area he had been tormenting with his tongue.
"On the cheek!"
Once more, Jackson stopped what he was doing and peered at me with his pretty brown eyes. Hate the man or not, he wasn't an ugly guy.
"I'll uhhh… do it on the cheek," I mumbled, turning my head so I didn't have to face them. The awkwardness of the situation caused my cheeks to burn.
"Well, I guess that's okay." He slid his thumb under my chin, making me face him once more. I blushed profusely. This situation was so weird.
"Don't be nervous about kissing your hubby, babe." The arm that had been pinning me in place released my waist and lightly tapped his cheek with his index finger; his other hand was still forcing me to look at him.
Fuck it. Kissing on the cheek was no big deal; Mom made me kiss her on the cheek all the time. Plus, it's not like he'd be stealing my first kiss or anything.
Keeping my eyes open to make sure he didn't pull any tricks, I leaned in and gave him a quick peck. As I pulled back, I couldn't help but smirk when I noticed the red tint on his cheeks.
My smile quickly faded, though, as Jackson pulled me into another one of his famous rib-breaking hugs and buried his face in the crook of my neck.
"Ugh. You smell so good." Jackson growled like some sort of depraved animal and buried his face in the crook of my neck.
"Ngh. It's not me, it's the air freshener!"
"What air freshener?" He mumbled, still buried in my neck.
"Oh, don't tell me you don't smell it." I rolled my eyes. "The whole room smells like cinnamon!"
"Wait, you can smell that?!" Jackson, who had been so enthralled with my neck mere seconds ago, shot straight up.
"Uh, yeah? Who couldn't?" I scoffed and put my T-shirt back on, finally having the chance now that he was distracted. It had a hole in it now, thanks to a certain someone, but it wouldn't be too noticeable under my windbreaker. It's not like I'd want to take my jacket off anyway; this town was freezing.
To my horror, Jackson looked at me for a second and then started taking his clothes off. His red tee lifted up slightly as he pulled his pullover off, flashing me with a straight-up 12 pack. Was this guy secretly Batman or something? I didn't know anything over a six-pack was achievable; I mean, that's all I could ever build. Not to say I was ashamed of my body because I thought I looked pretty good, but if I was built like this dude, I'd definitely just wear swim trunks every day… maybe even a Speedo.
"Stop ogling me like that or I'm gonna eat you." He smirked, handing me the pullover he had just taken off. Thankfully, that was all he took off, and the shirt stayed on. Unfortunately, it still tightly hugged his body, not leaving much up to the imagination. That shirt with the grey sweatpants were–
"Put it on." He gestured to the black pullover that now sat on my lap.
"Aren't you gonna get cold if I take this?" I handed it back to him, but he just laughed like he was annoyed or something and put it over my head.
"My baby just likes to fight me on everything, doesn't he?" He smiled as I put my arms through the sweater.
It swallowed me, despite me being a man of average height, and not like super weak or anything. My body was mostly built from swimming and running back home, but now that I was here, I planned on getting a stronger build that only a gym could create. Even more so after meeting this guy.
Despite the fact that it fit me more like a dress than a top, I wasn't about to take it off in front of this guy. And it wasn't all bad. The pullover was nice and warm and had a comforting type of feel.
Satisfied with my acceptance of the article of clothing, Jackson slid his hands under my armpits and hoisted me off the bed. It seemed like we would be leaving together.
As I walked out the door, this time on my own two feet, I made a mental note of where the nurse's office was so that I could get some disinfectant. With my luck, the wound would get infected, all thanks to Jackson's slobbering all over it.
It was kind of weird, though. The injured area had stopped hurting entirely, despite the fact that I had just been treated by an imbecile.
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Jackson didn't say a word as we walked down the hallway. He was still holding my bag and schedule, so I had no choice but to follow him… but I felt like I still would've even if he wasn't holding my things.
It was weird.
Suddenly, we stopped in front of a classroom, and he thrust my backpack into my arms and folded up my schedule, sticking it in the right-hand pocket of my jeans.
"We're in 3rd period now, sorry you had to miss your first two classes." He seemed genuinely remorseful, but it could've just been an act.
"Kay." I reached for the door handle, but he stopped me. Through the window on the door I could see that class had already started, and I didn't want to be later than I already was. A fellow student had already taken notice of me and started to focus on me instead of the teacher. It would only be a matter of time before she saw me, too.
"Is that all you have to say to your boyfriend?!" He crossed his arms, pouting like a toddler who didn't get their way. Hate the guy or not, the scene was pretty funny given his massive size and muscular build.
"Uhh… see you later?" I had no intention of seeing him later and would be thankful if I didn't run into him during the rest of the school year. He was a psycho.
Thankfully, that seemed like an acceptable answer because Jackson smiled and gave me one last hug before letting go of my wrist, signaling that I now had permission to walk into class. Thank God.
"I'll meet you after school, babe!" Jackson waved his hand in the air, watching me intently as I opened the classroom door.
I wanted to correct him. I would not be seeing him after school, so he had to get that out of his head, but I already had the classroom door open, and didn't want to embarrass myself in yet another one of my classes. It was already bad enough that I was walking in late.
Deciding to just be extra stealthy, leaving school today, I rolled my eyes and fully entered the room, muttering an apology to the teacher and taking a seat in the back.
"Psst!" The kid sitting next to me cupped his mouth and whispered. "Is it true you and Jackson are like a thing?"
"What?! No!" I whispered back. He raised an eyebrow like he didn't believe me, even though I was telling the truth.
"I'm not gay!" I said this a little louder than I should've because a few nosy students turned back and looked at me.
"Mr. Walsh, can you please stop disrupting my classroom?" The teacher, whose name I hadn't learned yet, crossed her arms and glared at me. Wonderful. Now everyone was staring at me.
"Why don't you come up here and solve this problem, since you think you can show up in the middle of class and chat with your friend?"
Bruh. In all my years of schooling, I never had a first day as bad as this. The only thing that was remotely comparable was when Adam Gutlit beat me up on the first day of 8th grade. At this point, I'd rather let him beat me up and thank him for it, rather than spend another second here.
"Mr. Walsh?!"
"Uh… yes, ma'am." The boy I was sitting next to mouthed "sorry" as I walked up to the board.
What subject was this again?