A/N: Hey fellow readers, curious passers, etc! I'm continuing this because I'm actually curious of how this story goes. (Actually, I'm curious how I will write Will's and Jems's sex scene hehehe.)

Jem received texts from Will hourly. It started this morning until now. The texts weren't anything specific except for the fact that each one was weirder than the last. One read,"What should I paint?"

"I want to paint you naked."

"I'm craving pizza now."

"I wonder how it feels like to fuck an animal."

"I saw a post once where someone caught a guy fucking a goat and forced him to marry her. Lol."

Jem had to lock his phone in his locker after the text about how chicken eggs got fertilized.

He sat quietly at a table in the library. It was afternoon, study period. Jem was in the middle of reading about signs of kidney failure when Will wrapped his arms around Jem's shoulders. Will touched the tip of Jem's ear with his tongue, and coating it whole. Jem leaned forward to get away; Will tightened his hold.

"Why are you ignoring me?" Will whispered.

Jem suppressed a shiver. "How am I supposed to answer your goat-fucking text?"

Will sat down, his bag thrown on the table. "Sorry. After last night - "

Jem clasped his hand over Will's mouth. There were people around us!

Will raised his eyebrows. He opened his mouth, two fingers fell in. His tongue worked around them. It sucked and dipped in between, taking the silver head's attention.

Jem, of course, watched. That tongue that worked in his mouth was expertly around his fingers. Curious, Jem held the tongue between his fingers. He stretched it all the way out. His fingers, slick with saliva, pressed down. Will winced.

"Vat arg hu doeng?" Will managed out.

Jem shrugged and let go. He stuck the two fingers in his mouth, tasting Will. Cherries, again.

"Candy is going to give you cavities."

"You're going to give me cavities," Will murmured before his tongue disappeared in Jem's mouth.

"Mmm - "

Jem's heart raced, again. Will wrapped his arms around the skinny waist, his hands resting on Jem's ass. He kneaded it while pleasuring Jem's hungry mouth.

Jem managed a low throaty moan with his low supply of oxygen.

Will leaned back, letting his boyfriend (?), partner (?) catch his breath. His hand kept on messaging the ass, refusing to let go.

"I want you to feel how it feels like for me right now."

"Like what?" Jem asked.

"Like you're unable to move. Like all of your senses shut down completely to a single touch from the one you like so much."

Jem tried to think of an answer, but this was too fast. So he just laid his head on Will's shoulder, gnawing on his lip.

"Sorry if that was too early. It's true though."

The two went their separate ways; Will to the book store, Jem to the super market.

After that parting, Will was distant. He didn't meet up with Jem during study hall, or text him as much. Jem knew he made a mistake, again. He should have thought of something quickly, but wouldn't it be like lying to Will?

Jem thought about what he could have done. He was so out of it that he forgot about his pasta sauce brewing in the pot. He reached for the spoon, forgetting that it was in the pot itself. Jem reached into the pot, his fingers wrapped around it. Cling, cling, cling.

"Shit!" Jem swore. He turned on the sink. Cold water cool down the burned fingers. Luckily, they were his left. Jem grabbed a towel and dampened it with water. He wrapped it around the burned areas.

Jem was about to take out the emergency kit, but there was a knock at the door. He strode quickly to the door and swung it open. Jem took in the cold wind first then looked up. Will stood in front of him staring at the towel.

"Accident?"

Jem shook his head. "It's nothing."

Will pushed past Jem. He entered the kitchen, taking in the mess. Tomato sauce splattered across the floor. A now cold spoon sat innocently in the middle of the mess. Will tiptoed around the mess. He flicked off the stove, while tearing out some paper towels. He crouched down and cleaned the mess.

Jem awkwardly stood at the entrance, watching the large boy clean his kitchen with care.

Will stood up. He admired his work. He turned around, smiling until he saw Jem still standing there with the blood soaked towel.

"Sit," he commanded.

Jem sat on one side of the granite counter and Will the other. Will peeled open the towel and threw it in the sink. He inspected the burn marks. He grunted. Will opened the kit, searching for an antibiotic cream. Will ripped open an alcohol sheet. He wiped down all the burns. It stung to the point that Jem's eyes watered.

They went at this for hours; Jem yelping and Will telling him to hold still. After the last bandage, Will kissed each one.

"Better?"

Jem shook my head.

"Then what will?"

Jem pulled his collar with my uninjured hand closer. Jem kissed him. His tongue licked Will's always moist lips, asking for permission to enter. Jem didn't need to. Will opened, meeting with Jem.

Will moaned, his hand cupped the back of Jem's head, deepening the kiss.

"I wasn't really expecting you doing this. I thought I would just come, get my games and leave."

"Shut up and tongue me more," Jem said.

He smashed his lips against Will, who was wide-eyed.

Will left with his lips swollen and his erection throbbing. He couldn't help but wondering when Jem would take care of Will's arousal caused by his sudden attacks. Will imagined Jem giving head. That small mouth and hot tongue... Will shuddered, scared that if he kept thinking about that he'd start coming in his jeans, on the bus.

A/N: Finished this at two in the morning... During the hurricane... LOL KEEPING MYSELF ENTERTAINED ;D.