7. Sex-Ed and Hockey

"Jack, you gotta get up! And get off of me!" I hollered from beneath the still hung-over Jack.

"No! I'm hung-over and can't move. Sorry babe," he said, laughing as he still had me pinned down.

"Yeah, some hang-over you're having—you're able to wrestle me but can't seem to roll over to let me out!" I managed to squeeze out. He just laughed at my inability to breathe.

"Jack! I can't breathe! I'm like a hundred pounds and 5 feet tall!"

"That just makes you a foot shorter than me. It has nothing to do with you not being able to breathe," he snickered.

"Yes it does!" I coughed out. "It has everything to do with is, because it means I am at a huge disadvantage in comparison to you. There is more of you to pin me down, clearly,"

"That I'll give you, but just to add to your pleasant state, I'm just gonna breathe on you now," Jack laughed as he began blowing air in my face.

"Oh gross! You smell like a combination of liquor and puke! Stop! Ahhh!" I tried burying my face into his pillow.

"Okay, I'll stop," he said, smirking.

"Are you sure?" I asked, my voice muffled through the pillow.

"Yes baby, I'm sure," he replied, still smirking. I slowly lifted my head and Jack slowly moved off of me and to the other side of me so I was between him and the wall on the bed.

"Thank you," I said, finally breathing fully. I rolled onto my back and suddenly, Jack planted a huge kiss on my mouth, shoving his tongue down my throat. He seemed to be trying to get the full grossness effect of his bad breath into my mouth via spit.

"Ah! Jack! Gross!" I exclaimed as I pulled away from him. I wiped my face on his shirt and rolled over away from him.

"Aw Ange, you don't like it when I kiss you?" He asked teasingly, poking my side with his finger.

"Not when you taste like alcohol and puke, I don't!" I replied back, pretending to be angry.

"What if I kissed you here?" He leaned over and kissed my neck. I started laughing and then he stopped.

"No, I don't think I want to kiss you there," he said playfully. He ran his hand along my side and lifted my shirt up and began kissing the side and back of my torso. His tongue ring tickled so much as he kissed me that I couldn't stop laughing. Unfortunately, I laughed loud enough to alert Jack's brothers that he was awake. His bedroom door finally flung open and Angel stood in the doorway. He took one look at us and shook his head.

"Man, can't you two go somewhere else and get it on? Bobby and me are trying to watch the game downstairs!"

"Angel, we are clearly not 'getting it on'," Jack stated, drowsily sitting up in bed.

"Well it's gonna happen. Where the hell do you think making out leads to!" Angel exclaimed.

"Leave it alone, Angel," Jack laughed, lying back down.

"Do yourself a favor and be safe about it alright?" Angel instructed, reaching into his pocket and tossing a condom onto the bed. He shut the door and disappeared back down stairs. I took the condom and held it up. Jack and I both looked at each other and just started laughing. For some reason, sex was just a joke to us—not something we had tried yet, and to be perfectly honest, wasn't something we felt like attempting yet in our current stage of our relationship. But just because we didn't want to attempt sex yet didn't mean that the sexual tension wasn't there…

Later that day…

"Jack, what do you think about what Angel said today?" I asked Jack while we were sitting outside tying up our ice skates.

"He meant that if we had sex we should use a condom," Jack answered sarcastically.

"No shit, Sherlock," I replied, finishing up my skate.

"Well then what do you mean?" He asked, pretty confusedly.

"I guess what I'm wondering about is our sex life," I said finally, putting it all out on the table.

"What about it?" He asked, lacing up his skate.

"Well, it's non-existent," I replied with a chuckle. "I mean, should we be having sex? Do you not wanna have sex? I mean, you can't deny the sexual tension isn't there," Jack looked up suddenly and paused before he said anything.

"Oh it's there alright," he replied, "but I don't know if I feel ready to have sex with you yet,"

"Understandable…"

"Don't think it's you, Ange. I am definitely sexually attracted to you—I just need a little bit of time to figure out how I feel about having sex with you so soon,"

"Wow. I never thought I'd hear the words 'sex' and 'wait' come out of any man's mouth," I laughed, feeling a little better knowing that he was in fact attracted to me.

"Yeah," he chuckled, "but it's the truth. I'm not just saying it so you'll let me in your pants faster," We both laughed as we stepped out onto the ice. We skated around for a bit, and then he handed me a hockey stick.

"You ready to learn?" He asked with a grin.

"As ready as I'm gonna be," I replied with a chuckle. He dropped the puck on the ice and began skating around, pretty much showing off to freak me out. I was good on skates, I used to figure skate, but I wasn't accustomed to skating with a stick in my hands and watching both an attractive man skate around and puck at the same time. He pretty much ran circle around me for the first half hour on the ice, but I began picking it up. I was a relatively fast learner, especially since Jack was trying to make a fool out of me. I was lucky enough to catch on fast enough to somewhat impress him with my novice skills. I skated right past him with the puck and slammed it hard right into the goal.

"Damn," Jack gawked as I skated over to him.

"How was that?" I asked with a smirk. He finally turned and looked at me.

"Are you sure you've never played hockey before?" He asked.

"Yeah I'm sure. I used to skate though, if that helps at all," I grinned.

"I guess there's not much I can teach you then," he laughed as he wrapped his arms around me.

"Oh I'm sure I can think of a few things," I winked up at him. He just laughed and nodded in satisfaction.