Beautiful Music
By My Self Indulgence
Chapter 3
Tight Jeans & Drunken Logic
"Not your house, I'm guessing?" I asked Jackson as he fumbled with yet another key in the lock as
I wrapped my arms around myself in an attempt to block out the wind.
"Nah, it's my buddy's. My buddy, Uncle's, actually."
"Huh?"
"The house….is Uncle's" he slurred, shaking his head. Apparently this was supposed to make sense to me.
"You're staying at your buddy's uncle's house." I put the words together for him, finally catching on.
"No." he smirked, pausing his efforts on the locked door to turn to me.
"The h o u s e," he drawled out slowly, "Belongs to Uncle Larry, he's in the band. He's no one's uncle…well no one in the band's anyway…."
I couldn't help but feel more confused now as he finished with a grunt, "Everyone calls him Uncle."
"Ya know what, I'm a little too drunk to decipher your riddle, so never mind." I huffed, blowing my bourbon breath into my hands. It was much colder than it should've been for September, and even all the whiskey coursing through me still wasn't keeping me warm. Jackson finally won his war with the lock and swung the door open.
"We alone?" I chattered as we stepped inside, my eyes squinting from the bright lights.
"For now." He replied and I hoped to high hell that he wasn't preparing another brain teaser answer.
"Roommate might be home later." he stated simply as he lead me through the ½ empty living room.
By the looks of it, this uncle, or non uncle as the case may be, was most definitely a bachelor. One worn out couch pushed haphazardly against the back wall, a tattered chair that was stuck in a permanent recline and a huge flat screen that probably cost more than the contents of the entire house. The more I looked around, the better I felt about my less-than-fancy abode.
Jackson stretched his arm towards the kitchen and I followed. I hopped up onto a stool at the cluttered island and thumbed through an issue of Rolling Stone as he opened the fridge. I let out a low "mmmm" when I caught a good look at his jean-clad ass as he bent into the open doors. Some clanking, mumbled cussing and a dropped bottle of A1 later he spoke,
"Uh, beer or what I'm assuming is fruit punch?" He offered, shaking a half empty label-less container.
"I think I'll play it safe and say beer, thanks."
He laughed as he opened the bottles and took the stool across from me.
"So, you're in love with me, huh?" He chuckled, throwing my words from earlier back at me.
"Get over yourself, cowboy. You brought me whiskey, it was a natural response." I retorted smugly taking a long pull of my beer.
"Did you know that alcohol doesn't really lower your inhibitions?" I pointed out before emptying the bottle as if I was challenging him. Jackson shot me a quizzical glance and I continued.
"No, it's true. That's just a bullshit excuse women use to act like who-ahhs without having to feel like one in the morning."
"Is that a fact?"
"It tis, it tis."
"And for guys?" he asked, enthralled with my drunken logic.
"Easy out for limp dick or zero skills."
"Ouch!" He winced, mocking me. "You're pretty smart. Well, for a blonde, I mean." he chuckled.
"Oh, you're clever," I rolled my eyes "but way off."
"Bottle blonde," I pointed out, flipping my hair over my shoulder.
"…and considering I'm ½ in the bag and about to fuck a stranger….smart probably isn't a fitting description either."
Jackson's mouth dropped and he shot me a sideways glance, probably unsure of what to do with that statement.
"Now," I said standing up, "where's the bathroom? I gotta piss like a six-dicked dragon."
"What the fuck!" He laughed, choking on his beer.
"B a t h r o o o o m." I drug out slowly, my beer breath hitting his face.
He reached around to grab my hip and pulled me into his lap.
"You freak!" I fake gasped, "No golden showers on the first date!" I said pointedly, slapping his hands.
"You're adorable, you know that?" he whispered, kissing behind my ear. I adjusted myself so I could face him and couldn't hold back my smile.
"Please" I said with a kiss to his forehead. "Bathroom", chin kiss. "Now?" with that I playfully licked the tip of his nose.
"Fine." he surrendered letting his hands fall so I could slide down. He laced his fingers through mine and lead me to a staircase. There he goes, holding my hand again…
"All yours." he said, flipping the light on for me.
"Don't mind the mess, and I'll be in there." he added, pointing to a door down the hall.
"Mmkay, and if I don't come out in 5 minutes…just wait longer." I giggled shutting the door behind me.
I unbuttoned my jeans, thankful for the full breath I was finally able to take.
Diet. Monday. No excuses! I lectured myself in the mirror as I ran the water and attempted to wash the bar-stink off my arms and face before grabbing my phone.
"Lobo?" I whispered "Were you asleep?"
"Uh, yea, Einstein, I was." she grumbled.
"Woops, sorry. I just had to call you!"
"Are you in jail?" she groaned and I heard her sit up in bed.
"No, no! Not even close. I'm actually in some dude's bathroom right now!" I laughed, realizing how stupid it sounded.
"…And you need encouragement or something? Wait, who's bathroom?"
"This really hot guitar player I met tonight…in cowboy boots!" I squealed.
"When did you get cowboy boots, K? No shoe shopping without me!" Lori whined heavily.
"No no, HE'S in cowboy boots….with a southern accent and everything….unlike your bags, he's authentic!" I bragged.
"Nice, nice. Does hot guitar guy have a name, or does that go against hook-up etiquette?"
"Jackson." I purred. "And omigod, Lo, he is fucking delicious! I just thought you'd be happy to hear the drought is officially about to end!"
"Well, I'll alert the media, you go get some dick and call me later. Like, much later." she teased, laughing.
"Laterz!"
I finished up, reluctantly re-buttoning the pants-o-death and unlaced my boots, those had to go. I did a quick 'stink-check' as I peeled off my socks and stuck them inside. Wiggling my toes on the cold tiles, I was glad I had let Lori talk me into that pedi last month. I made my way down the hall and rapped out "Shave and a Haircut" on the closed door.
"Take your pants off, I'm coming in!" I threatened, turning the knob.
I flipped on the light switch and dropped my boots by the door before shutting it again. My eyes wandered the room, settling on a myriad of instruments in the corner. Hmm, multitalented I see.
"Helloooo" I quietly sang into the empty room. No response.
"Umm. Marco?" I yelled out awkwardly.
"Polo!" I heard in response and turned in the direction of his voice. Jackson was standing outside of a sliding door off the bedroom lighting a cigarette. I pulled one from my pack, took it in my teeth and joined him.
"I would've slipped into something more comfortable," I mumbled while trying to light my cigarette. "But, I wasn't prepared for a pajama party." I joked, pointing at his wardrobe change. Jackson cupped his hands in front of me, blocking the wind so I could finally light up.
"You can wear these if you like." he offered with a wicked grin, snapping the waistband for effect.
I felt a little boozed-up confidence and decided to one up him.
"Nah, my PJ's are much cuter." I laughed. Go big or go home. I thought as I undid my jeans and shimmied them off with a smirk. I adjusted my tank and covered the softness I wished I had remembered to suck in. I kinda felt like an idiot standing on a balcony in my underwear…and I felt even stupider when I was reminded of the pair I had chosen that morning.
"Transformers?" he blurted out after wiping the shocked look from his face.
"Uh, Optimus-fucking-prime!" I corrected loudly, unaware of my drunken pitch.
"Smokin' hot." he half growled, no trace of sarcasm to be found. He took a deep drag to finish his cigarette and dropped it into his beer with a "tssss".
"Just so you know, I don't normally do this." I explained as I tossed my jeans inside the door. "But," I continued, taking a seat on the ledge next to where he stood. "I woke up this morning not giving a fuck. So, lucky you!" I wiggled my eyebrows suggestively, making him laugh.
"Very lucky me." he added, offering his bottle for my forgotten cigarette. I took a quick drag, plopped it in and put my arms around his neck. Jackson stood there, staring into me for what felt like an eternity.
"I could totally get lost in those eyes." I hummed, more to myself than to him, finding it hard to break his gaze.
"So cowboy," I whispered. "Are you going to kiss me or what?"
With that his arms latched onto my hips, pulling me into him. Assuming our parking lot position, I wrapped around his waist caught his lips in mine. I felt him twitch slightly as he kissed me deeply, gladly able to feel more of him without those damn pants. He turned around, never losing his grip, and we were inside his bedroom again. I felt a little dizzy when he basically tossed me onto the bed, and widened my eyes in response.
"You good?" he asked, lust and concern coating his voice as he lowered onto me.
"Great." I smiled, hooking my toes into his waist band, yanking them down. His smirk grew into a full-tooth grin at my actions and he dipped his head to kiss between my breasts.
"This," he groaned as he tugged my shirt with his teeth. "needs to go." I complied, raising my hands so he could peel it off before helping him dispose of his as well. I laid there, enjoying the view for a minute when something caught my eye.
"What's this?" I asked as I traced a small tattoo on his stomach with my finger.
"Oh, it says 'I'm lost'". he replied sheepishly.
I "mmmhmmmed" and lowered my hand between us to grab his swollen dick. "Found ya!" I laughed. He shut his eyes and groaned in response as I pulled him down until our lips met again. I released my hold so he could fully settle onto me and ran my nails up his back, earning another throaty groan. I felt his calloused hand run down my side and shivered as I lifted my hips so he could remove my last piece of clothing. He hooked his thumbs into the back of my not-so-sexy skivvies and trailed soft kisses down my stomach, finally tossing them to the floor. I brought my legs up around him allowing him full access as he gripped me behind the knees and sank lower. I could feel his hot breath on my center and the roughness of his face against my thighs, making me squirm in anticipation.
I threw my hands back behind me to hold onto the windowsill for support as I felt one long, slow swipe of his tongue against me. "Fuckkk" I screamed, digging my nails deeper into the chipping paint. His grip on me tightened and he continued with feather light strokes across my clit, gradually working up to one, hard, suck. My thighs shaking now, he pushed my legs up higher before looking up to find me watching him. Jackson's eyes caught mine and held them as he ran the flat of his tongue over my opening. He propped one leg over his shoulder and pushed the other back even further while using his free hand into plunge into me, hard.
"Goddamn." he groaned, though I barley heard him over my own moans. "You're so fucking tight." he grinned wickedly, taking one final taste before coming up for a kiss.
Born again virgin. I thought.
I could taste myself on his tongue as it danced with mine and our breathing got a little more in sync.'
With one hand cradling my face, the other dragging his thick cock over my dripping core, Jackson let out a hitched breath before sinking his tip into me.
"You're driving me fucking crazy, cowboy." I whined against his lips as he tore into me in one deep thrust, awkward groans escaping both of us. He opened his eyes to hold mine as he slid out, locking my leg around his arm to slowly sink into me deeper. I couldn't take my eyes off of his as he continued to fill me, hitting all the forgotten spots.
"Don't stop!" I pleaded as I felt the tingling sensation in my toes rise through me. He held me tighter, probably leaving a nice bruise, and quickened his pace, eyes still locked. I grabbed onto his forearms and locked my ankles behind him, slamming him into me once more. His name escaped my lips silently as my whole body tensed and trembled around him. Two more fluid pumps and I felt his own release explode with a deep growl. I held him hostage with my limbs for a minute while I caught my bearings.
"Jackson…" I groaned, regaining my voice. "In-fucking-credible!"
Jackson peppered light kisses across my shoulder before breaking free of my web and rolling onto his back. He let out a deep breath, pulling me into his side.
"You took the words right out of my mouth." He sighed, kissing the top of my head.
I looked into those delicious green eyes, lazily tracing the contours of his hip and smiled contently.
"Cigarette?" I proposed.
"Yes ma'am."
I threw on his discarded pants, not quite ready to face mine yet, and my shirt, leaving him on the edge of the bed as I slipped outside. The sun was just starting to poke through, streaming the balcony with little rainbows from the morning dew. Such a surreal moment. Jackson appeared a few minutes later in his boxers, I smirked when I realized I'd left him pant-less.
"It's fuckin' freezing out here!" he squealed throwing his arms around me from behind and pulled the cigarette from my mouth.
"Hey!" I protested, turning in his arms. "Mine!" I let him steal a drag before taking it back.
"Mine." He stated firmly, as he fisted my ass in both hands, cocking his eyebrow at me.
"They're mine now, cowboy, these things are comfy!" I giggled, not catching his meaning.
"Fuck the pants," he growled. "You can have them."
"This…" he continued, slipping his cold hands under the fabric, "is mine now."
The smoke caught in my throat, forcing me to cough out a small cloud into his face, he didn't seem to mind.
"Dually noted." I smiled and turned around in his arms to watch the rest of the sunrise.
"Amazing." I whispered and Jackson tightened his grip, then dropped it. When his warmth hadn't returned I spun around to see where he had gone and got a nasty case of the spins. I plunked down onto a wicker chair slamming my elbow on the edge of the glass table.
"Motherfucker" I howled as Jackson appeared holding the comforter from his bed.
"Awe, baby what happened?" He cooed as he crouched down in front of me.
"You let go of me!" I whined, pouting my lip.
"I'm sorry, I wont let it happen again." he promised, lifting my chin and pulling my lip out further with his finger.
I couldn't help but smile.
"That's better, such a pretty smile." he said soothingly as he pressed his lips to my aching arm.
A few sweet kisses and 2 cigarettes later, someone's stomach growled. Jackson pulled me out of the chair by my hands and I grabbed the blanket and my cigarettes to follow him inside.
"How about breakfast?" He offered as I lazily made my way downstairs to him.
"You can cook?" I asked, pretty shocked at the idea.
"I can pour cereal and…." he trailed off ducking into the refrigerator. "Shit! No milk."
"Coffee?"
"That, I can do!" he said proudly.
"B R B, I gotta pee!" I called over my shoulder, leaving him to man the coffee pot.
"How do you like it?" he yelled from the bottom step.
"Like my men…..sweet and cream filled." I laughed as I shut the door behind me.
"Ha! You got it!" he chuckled.
Once I was safely inside the privacy of the bathroom I could barley contain myself. I had to stifle the "eeeeek" that threatened to escape me. I settled for a silent touch down dance instead. "Awe Yea!" I chanted to myself and had to laugh when I caught my refection in the mirror. I splashed some cold water on my face, effectively calming me down a bit, and searched for something resembling a towel.
I really hope this isn't a one-shot deal. I need at least a few more repeat performances to tide me over until the next Millennium. It could be the fact that it had been nearly two years since I got laid. Poorly laid, I might add. Or it could be that Jackson was fuck-all-hot, either way I wasn't ready to say goodbye just yet. Or ever if I had any say in the matter.
"I stole a shirt from the floor" I warned as I made my way down the stairs. "It smells clean and isn't crunchy so I think it's safe." I added as I sat at the island across from Jackson.
"You're very brave." He laughed, pushing a steamy mug in front of me. "And, I don't think that's my shirt."
"Oh well, whats-his-face isn't here to put up a fuss so I'm not too worried."
"Jerad." he corrected half heartedly.
"Huh?"
"Jerad. He isn't here to put up a fuss." he laughed, probably at the "duh" look on my face.
"The guy you were with last night…with the baby Mohawk?"
"Yeah…." he started, trying to decipher my severe mood change. I nearly spat my coffee on him.
"Anderson?" I choked out.
"I take it you know him?" he asked, setting his cup down with a grin.
"Knew…I knew him. I thought he looked familiar last night but…" I trailed off to a whisper, "Never in a million years." I said into my cup, taking a big, burning swig.
"How? When?" he asked cautiously, never dropping his eyes.
"Oh, forever ago." I stated passively, not trying to turn this into a big to-do. "I was about 16 I guess, went to Michigan for the summer with my friend's family. We just kinda, I dunno, bumped into each other." I explained, leaving out a few details.
"Ha!" He let out an awkward laugh. "That's pretty funny. Small fuckin world, huh?" he chuckled, finishing his coffee in one gulp. For some reason I started feeling a little guilty, not that I had any real duty to divulge any more information. Not that there was all that much to tell anyway, eh fuck it.
"Well, we kinda dated actually. If you could even call it that."
"Oh yeah?" he replied nonchalantly, although I could see the tension in his eyes.
"I never fucked him." I spat out, hoping that was the answer to the question he was forming. Jackson audibly let out a sigh of relief.
"Oh, Ok. I mean, its not that I can really say shit, not like it was five days ago….it's just a little fucked up." he snorted out a half laugh, making me wish I had just kept my mouth shut. He tucked a fallen strand of hair behind my ear caught my eyes.
"Fucked up, funny. Not fucked up bad." He reassured me.
"It was a long time ago, he probably doesn't even remember me so, it really isn't a big deal." I reasoned.
"I highly, highly doubt that." he protested, running his finger across my lips. My eyes fluttered at his touch and I leaned in to steal a kiss. He was willing. My bliss bubble was popped when I heard the front door slam and heavy footsteps padding on the wood floor. Jackson pulled back and smiled devilishly.
"This should be interesting." he heckled.
"Hmph!" was all I could say in response.
Jackson pulled me off the stool and led me in the "Walk of Shame" to the living room to greet my past.