A/N I really had to get some Simon and Jay smut in my Simon ending even if I'm terrible at writing smut, which I am so much apologies. But here's the epilogue to my Simon ending and the Donovan ending will be up within the next week!
For the first time in a while Jay Cartwright was beaming. And it was all for one simple reason; Simon bloody Cooper. Unrequited love might be a complete bitch but if by some miracle you're futile crush ends up liking you back it can be the most incredible feeling in the World. It was suddenly like the past four or five years of his life and his incessant infatuation now had meaning. The best part was that things could only get better. As he walked down the estate to Simon's, Jay couldn't help but imagine their whole life together. Granted, when he realised he was thinking too far ahead when they'd only kissed for the first time three days ago, the thought soon disappeared but it did grace his mind just for a moment. One thing was for sure, things were definitely looking up for Jay.
Well, it depended on the way you looked at it. The positives of the situation were awesome to think about but there was no action without consequence. If Simon and he were taking this whole thing seriously, there was definitely serious things to think about. The crucial and most important part of that would be coming out. Not only to their parents but to their friends and the whole school as well. Naturally, certain people would be easier to tell than others. In fact, Jay would bet good money on who would react like what. He turned the corner, only a few houses away from Simon's now, picturing the scenario of telling his dad. No matter how it played out, the situation turned violent; his dad was a dick at the best of times and Jay knew from experience that if something pissed his dad off, that physical aggression would definitely enter the equation. Maybe his father should only find out if he and Simon were to get married or have a kid or had moved so far away that they were untraceable. Then again, they needn't tell anyone yet; Jay was getting too far ahead of himself.
Simon's yellow Fiat was now in plain sight, not that it would be hard to miss from far away either and soon Jay was knocking on the door. There was quite a melodious rhythm to his knocks showing his excitement as Simon's family were away for the weekend; Jay and Simon had the whole house to themselves for a whole weekend. Jay being Jay was very much hoping that something remotely sexual might happen but he wasn't holding his breath since the last thing he wanted was to rush things. But he had a little bit of hope as the door opened,
"All right, wanker?" Jay greeted with a smile and Simon stepped aside to let Jay in. He subconsciously rolled his eyes at the nickname Jay had bestowed upon him; nothing ever changed. The second that the door was closed, Jay pulled Simon into a hungry kiss. The latter didn't seem to mind however, sharing the same level of passion as his partner. If anyone saw, it would seem that they were wildly in love and had just been reunited after months apart. But in truth, they'd seen each other a couple of days ago and had been constantly texting. The passion of the kiss might be explained by the fact that both were inexperienced in this field and were making the most of it. Or maybe the five years Jay had been waiting for this to happen meant he had to kept checking it was real through intense physical contact. Eventually the kiss was broke leaving both boys smiling; it felt natural, it felt right, it felt like they should have been doing this for ages,
"I got us some beer in." Simon muttered to Jay who couldn't wipe the smile off his face as both headed to the kitchen and despite the time (4:00pm to be precise), they both cracked open a can of larger each.
Several cans and some lowered inhibitions later, Jay was very much hoping to take advantage of just that, their lowered inhibitions. But it wasn't working in his favour since Simon was easily distracted when drunk,
"We sh-should play a game." Simon slurred; he was sat next to Jay on their sofa in the front living room and had been making suggestions like this all night. Not that Jay didn't think it was a tiny bit fun, however, he definitely wasn't going to admit that playing two-player Spin the Bottle had been a weirdly enjoyable experience, "T-truth or Dare!" was eagerly suggested by Si who had clearly drank more than Jay,
"That's fucking gay." The latter automatically commented,
"We are gay!" Simon exclaimed and for some reason raised his hands like he was announcing it to the World's people; alcohol did some pretty wicked things to you,
"Oh yeah." Before he could protest with a better argument than the game being "gay", Simon was already contemplating dares, which were always interesting when thought of by a drunk person, "Can you even play this with two?" He pondered but Simon just shrugged , writing down really obscure dares and truths for that matter onto the back of a magazine. Suddenly, a smile crept onto Jay's face realising that maybe this game could work to his advantage. It would only take a certain dare for Jay to get what he wanted. Yes, he did have some qualms about taking advantage of a drunk person but, to be fair, it had happened to Jay himself only a few weeks ago, "All right, who's first?" Simon flipped a coin, which he subsequently lost as a strong point of drunk people is evidently not catching coins. His second idea was Rock, Paper, Scissors which he won,
"Truth or Dare?"
"I dunno, this is like really retarded. Truth, I guess." He mumbled trying to show that this game was beneath him when really he didn't mind playing,
"You're gonna actually tell the t-truth, aren't ya?" Simon suddenly asked and for a second Jay wasn't entirely sure what he meant. It took a while for it to click that the other boy was talking about Jay's fabricated stories. It seemed to have been so long since things were relatively normal that he hadn't managed to slip in one of his epic tales. He wasn't planning to either, not tonight anyway; Simon wasn't going to remember anything he said so where was the harm? He nodded to Simon; Jay Cartwright would tell the honest truth,
"What d'ya wanna know?" Jay asked and took a large swig of his larger realising that if he was going to have to endure this game, he would probably need to be at the same level of drunkenness that Simon was at, which was very drunk,
"Umm..." He seemed to contemplate his question for an extraordinary amount of time. Either much thought was going into it or he had lost his train of thought and forgot what they were doing due to his intoxication. Not that this was bothering the other boy at all; it was giving him much needed time to drink more himself, "How long have you liked me?" Simon finally asked causing Jay to roll his eyes at the pathetic question; he had genuinely expected something a little more exciting to answer. But this was easy! Although, he would definitely regret thinking that in a few questions time. He gulped down the rest of the can and opened another whilst answering,
"About five years." He shrugged in an attempt to make it sound as casual as possible.
The game continued for longer than either boy actually expected. Both were intoxicated now so the game had finally become interesting as Jay had wanted. Although, it was the wrong sort of "interesting",
"An- another true..." Simon slurred not making much sense any more. Jay had a tactical game plan in that he would keep choosing truths so long as he was sober, but now that he was drunk he had planned on mixing up his options. Evidently, drinking had made him forget his oh-so-clever plan. So he'd stuck with truths all evening, "When you were with Donovan, what did you do?" Simon asked. Had the other boy been at all sober, he might have noticed a sudden change in Simon's speech patterns; his words had not been slurred in the last question.
It wasn't that Simon had been trying to manipulate Jay in anyway by getting him drunk. He'd actually done this as a last resort; Jay really wasn't the easiest sort to talk to as half of the things he talked about never had and never will happen. But with alcohol Jay became a surprisingly normal human being. And in fairness, Simon had also been drinking, he'd not completely faked being drunk just to ask Jay certain questions. That would be manipulative!
"C'mon Si..." Jay whined and drank more of the many cans they had; Simon had obviously been tactical when purchasing them too, "You, you don't w-want to know." Jay assured him as his boyfriend placed a hand on top of his own. It was comforting to Jay. Regardless of the fact that this was information he didn't want to admit, he knew that not talking to someone eventually could potentially be worse. What if the information somehow mentally affected him and telling someone would prevent that? Simon looked Jay right in the eyes in a dual attempt to both instil trust and some weird form of hypnotism. Although it appeared that Jay was having some trouble concentrating on the affixing stare from the other, he was merely contemplating, drunkenly contemplating, "J-just some blowies an' hand jobs." Jay shrugged shrewdly drinking his beer and Simon smiled slightly at Jay's admittance. It sort of made him feel like Jay trusted him or, at the very least, trusted him more. But that wasn't the only reason Simon was smiling; picturing Jay pleasuring another man was doing some wonderful things to his dick, "Si, Si, Si, Si, Si..." Jay repeated as he was growing impatient at his partner's sudden silence. The picture from Simon's head disappeared until he glanced at the unforbearing Jay and for the first time he seemed to completely analyse every detail of him. His matted dirty-blond hair perfectly framing his oval face. His brownish eyes were looking back at Simon, although, they were slightly dulled most likely due to the alcohol that he'd consumed. Not that it bothered Simon; Jay was still looking incredibly attractive. The only thing that confused him was how he'd never noticed this before in his friend. Having said that Simon rarely saw the more honest, slightly softer side to Jay before now. He liked it. Closing his eyes, Simon leant forward to kiss Jay, who gladly osculated back. There had been a definite deterioration in the quality of the kiss since earlier as the booze had impaired both their techniques but it didn't seem to be a problem as Simon slid his hand up Jay's back and eventually entwined in his hair. The other boy, however, had bigger and better things on his mind and Jay's hand cunningly found it's way to Simon's thigh. Despite a different location on the body, his hands imitated Simon's and slid upwards until he reached Simon's semi-hard cock. Briefly Simon stopped kissing to gasp as Jay started to rub his member outside of his jeans. It went on for a while until Simon decided Jay should be getting something out of this too. Moving fast, Simon returned to kissing Jay, but was evidently forceful enough to push Jay backwards. Then again, maybe it was due to Jay's loss of coordination from drinking. It resulted in Simon laying on top of Jay to continue their feat. Whilst kissing, Simon's hand now reached down to Jay's cock mimicking the actions that Jay had been doing since Simon was merely acting on impulse and had no idea what he was doing. Jay was already rock hard having wanted this for so long. The only problem was that Simon acting seemingly dominant was reminding him too much of Donovan. And he didn't want to be thinking of Donovan whilst he was with Simon. Thus beginning a slight fight for the upper hand between Jay and Simon. The former tugged on the other's shirt until he gave in and had to lift his hands for it to be taken off. Whilst Simon was distracted with removing his shirt, the other wriggled out from underneath and assumed position on top and swiftly removed his own shirt. Pinning Simon's wrists down, Jay planted a third kiss on Simon's lips then moved down. He lingered on Simon's neck for a moment, spurred on by the Simon's gasp. Then he moved further down, past his neck and incredibly slowly down his chest. Simon's anticipation and subsequent erection grew the further down that Jay got; it was almost torturous. But Simon couldn't and wouldn't do anything to try and speed Jay up since he seemed to know what he was doing. Plus, since his wrists were currently being held down by Jay there wasn't much he could do. Finally, Jay reached the waist band of his trousers. Slowly, he released Si's hands and trailed his own down the other boy's bare chest to his fly. Jay was practically improvising by now based on things he'd seen or read. But it seemed to be working. Involuntarily, Simon bucked his hips when the other brushed his cock whilst removing his jeans. And then his underwear was swiftly removed too, all forming a shameful pile on the floor. Jay's lips returned to their position except now they had access to Simon's bare skin. Slowly but surely they reached Simon's hard-on causing him to take a deep, drawn out breath when Jay almost entirely engulfed it; obviously, Jay had experience at this. Then again, Simon didn't have much to compare it to. He couldn't decide whether Jay was purposely trying to torture him when his tongue ran from base to tip up Si's dick. This continued for a while before Jay finally engulfed his whole length again. After a few bobs Simon came in warm ropes with a small grunt. Unlike when he was with Donovan, Jay somewhat gladly swallowed what Simon had given him,
"Christ Jay." Simon muttered under his breath whilst the other boy gave quite a smug smile, although, Jay sort of knew that it wouldn't be nearly as impressive if Simon had other's to compare it to. The smile, however, was shortly wiped off his face when Simon had practically leapt on him to start kissing again; obviously, he was liking this. And plus, he quite wanted to return the favour.
It didn't take long for Jay's trousers and underwear to join the pile of clothes on the floor. Simon's hand had already found Jay's member and was stroking it, the way he'd do it on himself. That was the only experience he had really. At least Jay had been with Donovan so he knew what he was doing in a way. Then again, Jay seemed to be enjoying this judging by the slight moans he was trying his best not to make. This was regardless to the other boy's lack of experience. It only took a minute or so for Jay to come all over Simon's fist but Jay had already deduced that it was the best minute of his life. So far anyway. They collapsed further into the sofa together, still naked but obviously not giving a fuck. Both chests were rising and falling in synch from exhaustion. A throw covered part of the sofa which Simon quickly pulled over them. They liked this, falling asleep in each others arms. It was new but it was right and comfortable and safe. Like nothing either boy had had before.
The sunlight was streaming through the living room window the next day straight onto the boys who were still sleeping. It was still early, maybe about 6am so there was no worry about Simon's parents finding them like this. The sun was surprisingly warm for the time of day and the time of year and it was pointing straight onto Jay and Simon's torsos. So much so that the throw they had been using had been kicked onto the floor along with all the clothes. Jay stirred slightly; the combination of dehydration from a partial hangover and the heat had woke him up. But he wasn't bothered. Especially when he opened his eyes to see Simon's arm over his stomach and the memories of last night came flooding back to him in one euphoric mass.
Jay couldn't quite believe his own fortunate luck; he'd got Simon after 10 years of friendship with 5 of those years spent wanting more than friendship. And if every night was going to be a great as last night, his life was set.