Just a heads up, sexy time lies below
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Christmas Eve- Assuming Jack
Jack, hey Jack. I know it's early but you gotta get up. There's a lot to do and you got this. Good morning, Jack! Kim's custom alarm wakes me up. I roll over, expecting to see Kim laying next to me, but she's not there. We've been alternating nights between hers and my room since she told me about her nightmare. I don't know if those are still an issue, or if we're just that attached at the hip.
Seeing she's not here, I get up shower, just a quick one because I know we have A LOT to do today.
I hop out of the shower and brush and brush my teeth, and all that morning stuff. I reenter my bedroom and run straight back into the bathroom. "KIM, EVER HEARD OF KNOCKING!" I shout through the door.
"Sorry! I didn't know you were naked! I thought you were still asleep!" Kim shouts back.
"Did you see anything?" I open the door just a crack so we don't have to shout.
"No. I was looking up and you went back in really fast." Kim tells me.
"So you didn't see ANYTHING?" I press.
"A little." Kim mumbles.
"God damn it! So much for you ever looking me in the eyes again." I wrap up in a towel and go back out to grab a fresh set of clothes.
"Jack, it's okay. You didn't know I was here, and I didn't knock. I'm sorry." Kim says earnestly. "You have nothing to be ashamed of." She smirks at me and I run back into the bathroom, clothes in hand.
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Assuming Kim
Well after that awkward morning, things went back to normal. That was totally my fault by the way.
I woke up way before Jack's alarm clock, which I am proud to say is still the little recording I made for him. How sweet is it that he still uses it? Anyway, I thought he would still be sleeping. I didn't even know he set an alarm. I thought he'd take a day off from his on going karate training, at least for Christmas.
But no, he had to come out of the shower completely naked, no towel in sight! He jumped back into the bathroom quick, but I still got an eyeful. I apologized, but I'm not actually sorry.
I need me and Jack to focus, because we have so much to do today. It's our last day to prep for the Christmas Bash. I made a few changes this year though. It's not just Kim Crawford's Annual Seaford Christmas Bash this year. It's Jack and Kim's Annual Seaford Christmas Bash. I want Jack to be up there with me to duel MC. He's my boyfriend, personal bodyguard and guitarist. People are going to be seeing a lot of us, not just me.
When Jack came downstairs, his face was almost comical. Our house is in full winter wonderland mode. It wasn't like this when he went to bed. Jack is always the last one up, and me and Rudy wake up extra early to throw this together so we can dedicate the day to getting ready for the Bash. Grace, Jerry and Milton helped too.
"Kim, this is... is this what the North Pole looks like?" I couldn't help but giggle at him. "Yeah, but the North Pole is as cold as your home town though." I shoot back with a winning smile. Jack fake laughs and kisses my forehead. "So what do you think? Buddy the Elf good?"
"You're pushing it, but I'll give it to you." Jack submits to not only my skills as an interior decorator, but to my cute charms as well. "So what's on the to do list today?" Jack asks and I hold back a laugh.
"What's not on the list?" I only scoff. "Band practice, our karate routine practice, making sure the caterers are going to be ready, making sure the special guests are ready to go on time, we need to call the..." I was going a mile a minute when Jack kissed me and my mind melted. All I can feel are his lips and my mind isn't working at all.
"Better?" Jack asks as he pulls away. He's knows just what I need sometimes.
"Yeah." I smile, gently biting my bottom lip. "Sorry about freaking out." Jack chuckles. I don't see what's so funny.
"Don't apologize to a guy with anxiety issues for freaking out a little. Welcome to my life." Jack chuckles again and kisses my forehead. "One step at a time, Beauty." Jack kisses my head again and I look up at him with a smile.
"Beauty?" I ask with my head tilted to the side.
"Yeah Beauty." Jack smiles and says decisively. "Baby, babe, honey. Those don't do it for me or work for you. They're so generic they just don't feel sincere. I like calling you Beauty, as long as you don't mind."
"Of course I don't mind. I love it." I kiss his cheek and I call everyone down to the studio for practice.
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Assuming Jack
We've been at it for a while, and I have to give Kim credit. She knows exactly what she wants from each of us, and she hasn't lost her head once. I expected her to go all Rudy on us, but she's been really cool.
"Alright guys, that's perfect and all we need. If we can do it just like that tomorrow, we're golden. Let's get something to eat, and we'll practice our group karate routine." Kim instructs us.
"And... Break." We all shout and clap once. Kim rolls her eyes and we can't help but laugh a little. The others leave and it's just us.
"Hey, how are you doing?" Kim's stressed out of her mind and I can tell. I run my hands up and down her arms.
"Yeah." She sighs. "This party is so much work every year. I want to do it though, because younger people can have their own holiday special. It's so much fun when it's all said and done. I have you too, so that'll make this year so much better."
Kim and I head back upstairs and I throw out a quick round of lunches. Everyone's served and done within half an hour. After another half hour for digestion and to avoid cramps, we're back to work under the direction of my old sensei, Rudy.
Things went without a hitch and it was a work of art. It seems a little simple for Kim and I, but Grace, Milton and Jerry are able to get into it, so that's what matters.
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We've done all of our rehearsing and Rudy and Kim are playing phone tag like I've never seen. Kim pouts at me from the opposite side of the couch we're sitting on. I'm being patient, waiting to see what else she needs. The quicker we get everything done, the sooner we can enjoy the evening.
"Okay, thank you so much. Bye." Kim hangs up and throws her phone in the air and catches it with a smile. "DONE!" Kim literally jumps me and attacks my neck with kisses and gentle nips.
"What's gotten into you?" I chuckle as she continues her little affections, not that I don't love them. I've never had anyone show me that they care, that they love that I'm theirs like Kim does. I know that if I just let myself, I could love her. Much to her credit, she's whittling down my walls, my defense of not letting myself love anyone in a way that I could get hurt. I'm still not sure how I feel about losing this battle. I'm just waiting for the other shoe to drop, even now.
It's taken me this long to realize it, but I need my walls to crumble. I need to let Kim in. If I don't it's not fair to her or me. I'm not giving myself to her so our relationship is tied down. How do I start? When do I start? Do I tell her? Do I show her? I'm over my head here, and I'm terrified of fucking this up.
"Jack, are you okay?" Kim asks, separating herself from the hickey I'm sure she was enjoying putting on my neck.
I don't even know how to answer her, but she deserves more than a weak lie. "Kim, am I a bad boyfriend?" That's one way to do it.
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Assuming Kim
"What?" Did I hear him right?
"Do you think you could do better?" Jack asks seriously, not sounding like a challenge. "Am I doing enough for you?" This boy is crazy.
"Jack, you're being an idiot." It really is that simple. "Why would you even ask that?"
Jack closes and eyes and breaths in deeply. "Because I'm a lot to put up with, Kim. Because you have so much more to offer you. I'm the slow one in this relationship. You're yards ahead and waiting for me to catch up." Jack exhales and pulls me into him, wrapping his arms tightly around me.
"Jack, you're asking if you ever leave me wanting. Look where we are right now. I'm laying on top of you between your legs and your arms are wrapped around me like you'll never let me go." I kiss him, but it's not enough. I do it one, two more times. "You're a lot of my firsts, whether you know it or not. And there's a big first I also want you to be."
Jack stiffens instantly and I know he understands full well. "Kim..." Jack tries to speak when I shush him.
"You can't say you love me, and I'm okay with it. You don't have to be ready to go all the way right now, either. Boyfriends have left me because I wouldn't put out. I don't want you to put out. This is going to sound cheesy but you know me, I want us to give ourselves to each other." I kiss his forehead, his eyelids, the tip of his nose, his chin, finally his lips. I need him to know how sincere I am.
"Kim, I'm sorry I'm not to your level of things right now. I feel terrible making you wait, I really do. I want to give you everything, even me." Jack takes the initiative and kisses me this time. "I'm sorry, but I want to take this slowly, I want to learn you before I go in blind. I want to know your body before we go all the way." I've never heard him speak so softly. I've never heard anything so sweet.
"Jack, I really do love you and I want to take this step by step with you. I need you to know you don't have a thing to apologize for." I bury my face in his neck, the mixed scent of Old Spice and just... Jack. "We can take it slow." I smile into his neck. He shivers and I bite him gently. "I'll enjoy driving you crazy, and I'll enjoy you driving me crazy as we find our groove."
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It's getting dark out, and I run around the house like a crazy kid, plugging in all the lights. The house is gorgeous as the only light is coming from my decorations.
We all gather in the living room. Something smells delicious, and my question of what it is is answered when Jack comes in with an apple pie. Jack Brewer, black belt badass, street fighter bodyguard can bake a picture perfect pie? I ask again, what can't my man do?
We sit together for hours, eating Jack's apple pie, drinking egg nog, talking about our childhood Christmases and watching holiday specials. Tonight is for lack of a better word... perfect. I've never been happier with these people that feel like family.
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Assuming Jack
Everyone is going around telling stories, and they're all trying to hold their tongues until its their turn again. I plaster on a fake smile as they talk about their favorite gifts and their families all coming together. I'm happy for them, I really am.
I'm bombarded with my own memories I'd rather not share, I lose focus on them and retreat into my own head. The more that come, the harder it is to breath. It's becoming a struggle. I can feel dizziness coming in and out, my body beginning it's numbing process. I need air before I can't move.
I kiss Kim's head and whisper, "I need some air." I untangle our hands and almost stumble away before she can ask any questions.
I finally get outside to the spacious back yard before I fall to one knee, feeling weak. Each breath hurts with this attack. I grit my teeth, my side burning in pain.
"Jack!" Kim calls from behind me, coming to my side. "Jack." She hugs me to her. "What's happening? What's wrong?"
"I hate the holidays, that's what's fucking wrong!" I seethe and punch the ground. "Everyone's talking about their gifts and merry Christmases, their perfect families! Where the fuck is mine!" I can't help the word vomit. I shouldn't be telling her this, but I can't hold onto it alone right now, not tonight.
"I hate the holidays. I hate my birthday, I hate Father's Day. Fuck it all!" I can't stop the scream that tears from me. "He's the son of a bitch that pushed me out. He's the fucker that made me question if I ever made him proud, if he ever loved me with how he pushed me away." I shudder and grab my chest, trying to calm my breathing. "I'm sorry, Kim." She shouldn't have to deal with this. Not from her boyfriend, not on Christmas. "I'm ruining everything!" I cry, shouting into my hands.
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Assuming Kim
"Jack, it's okay. You're not ruining anything. It's okay. You're okay." I hold him tighter as he buries his head into my shoulder, hot tears soaking through my shirt. I hate seeing Jack Brewer cry. He's so strong, so loving, and I hate that he's been hurt so deeply.
"I hate him. How could my dad put me through that? How many times had I asked him for a break, for room to breath and be a kid? But no, he had to keep leaving us, to only be around long enough to yell at our mom!" Jack sobs harder. I don't think he's in control anymore.
"Who is 'our', Jack?" Does he have siblings?
"The kiddos." Jack sniffs. "My four little siblings. The youngest is eight years old right now. It was always my job to watch them. Me, a sixteen year old kid forced to be the man of the house! I wasn't allowed to be a kid anymore. I couldn't handle being a dad because mine couldn't 'find the time', while I was still trying to go to school and be me. I got so tired of all of it, I just ran. I packed up a duffel bag of clothes and left everyone behind while they slept." Jack's last words are barely English as he can't help but wail into my shoulder, no doubt caused by the pain and the memories.
Tears prick my eyes from Jack's life flooded my head, from this poor guy who had to grow up too fast, forced to give up his childhood, pushed up against a wall.
"I left them, Mom and the kids to fend against that bastard!" Jack finds his voice again and presses on. "I left them because I was selfish! I left because it was what I wanted, what I needed and they're still left there, going through what I'm scarred with every. Fucking. Day! I'm a piece of shit for leaving them!"
"Oh Jack. No no no no Jack, don't say that." I kiss his head over and over and pull him tightly into me, rubbing circles on his back. "You were as strong for them as could be, as long as you could be. You did so much more than anyone should have asked of you. You were just a kid and you did all you could. It's not your fault that you left. You can't help anyone if you can't help yourself." I whisper in his ear, trying to calm him.
"I fucked up, Kim. Do you know what it's like to explain to a first grader why she walked in on you cutting yourself in the bathroom, just looking for any kind of release, anything telling you that the life you can't handle isn't a nightmare?" Oh fuck.
What do I say to him? How do I tell him he's okay? How do I tell him everything is okay after that? "Jack, you did the right thing getting out of there. You did what you had to."
"What about Claire, and Marie, and Michael and Ann? Did I do what I needed for them? I haven't seen them on Christmas since I was sixteen. Do they even remember me?" Jack's quiet, but still shaking and the tears are still rolling.
"Jack, you listen to me." I lift his chin with my finger. I wish I hadn't, because now I'm looking into red, glassy eyes that just hours ago held such a happy, carefree light, now replaced with worry for an age that should be beyond his. "You were a kid then. You're a man now. We will talk about this later when you're not having a panic attack. We'll help them and your mom. We'll work something out, but right now you need rest." I put his arm over my shoulder and I try to get him up, but we don't have the strength.
Jerry and Rudy rush over to help me. Have they been here the whole time? Did they hear everything?
"So now you know Jack's story. You know why he's so down on himself, what Donna left him over. The last four years of his life is why he is the way he is." Jerry tells me, looking me dead in my eyes. I've never seen him so serious. "This, all of it, is why Jack is so afraid of getting hurt. I don't think he'll even expect you to be by his side when he wakes up." With that, Jerry and Rudy carried my incapacitated Jack up to bed.
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Assuming Jack
I wake up at God only knows when. I remember spilling my everything to Kim in her backyard, and I mean everything. She made me a promise I won't bring up again, but if I know Kim, she'll honor it. If she's still here. If she can keep rolling with the punches I keep throwing at her. I can't blame her if she's gone. Donna did the same.
I sit up to and look at my phone. 12:46 am. Merry Christmas to me. I look around the room and see no sign of Kim, until I see a light under my bathroom door. "Kim?!" I call. Is she still here, even after all that?
The door opens and I'm momentarily blinded from the light of the bathroom, the rest of my room completely dark. I see a figure, definitely a woman. A fucking gorgeous one at that. My vision works it's way back, and it is in fact Kim. Hot, sexy, tempting fucking goddess Kim.
I don't even try to speak, because it'll just be gibberish. What do I say when Kim Crawford stands in front of me in nothing but red ribbon wrapped around her torso, just enough to cover her breasts, and another ribbon covering her womanhood and ass?
Merry Christmas, Jack." Kim bites her lip and looks at the floor, turning in place a little bit. "Do you like your first present?" She asks quietly, obviously nervous.
"You've never done anything like this before, have you?" I ask with a chuckle, but my eyes still wide.
"No, I haven't. I've never had a guy I wanted to do this for." Kim says with a little more strength as she steps closer. "After the guys brought you to bed, I took the liberty of undressing you after they left. To make you more comfortable." Kim points out.
Indeed, I'm under the blanket wearing only my navy blue boxer briefs. "You seem to enjoy taking my pants off. This is what, the fourth time?" I chuckle and Kim giggles, her face turning red.
"It's a habit I could get used to." Kim smiles and runs a hand through my hair, massaging my scalp. "Your turn bow." She bends over and kisses me.
"Wh- what?" I stutter. Does she mean...
Don't you want to unwrap your present?" Kim asks, climbing on top of me and straddling my waist. "You don't want to?" She frowns and her eyes fall. She honestly thinks I could turn this gift down? Here she is, the most wonderful girl I've ever met, still by my side, wearing nothing but two Christmas ribbons wrapped around her most intimate areas, giving herself to me because she wants to, and she thinks I can turn her down?
I take hold of her hands and pull her down on top of me. I kiss her with more passion, feeling and want than I knew I could. Kim's hands go to my hair and I run mine along the exposed skin of her smooth back and sides, down her bare legs that seem to go for miles. She feels so perfect under my fingers.
Kim grinds into me, no doubt able to feel my erection only enclosed by my underwear. I push Kim up gently by her shoulders. She looks crossed between being high on our contact and worried I'll stop things here. She smiles again though when I reach up and untie the first ribbon and slowly unwind it, pass around by pass around. We maintain eye contact the entire time until only one strand covers her nipples.
My eyes are focused on her breasts when the last of the ribbon falls and her whole upper body is exposed. I have never seen anything so breathtaking in my life. She is art, perfection.
Kim takes my hands in hers and slowly brings them to her chest. "I want you to touch me as much as you want, Jack." Jack whispers as she kneads her breasts, my hands under hers. They're smooth, firm and supple. Her nipples harden to little peaks under my rough palms and she gasps, her head falling back.
I take over and continue to massage Kim's perfect breasts. She moans and bucks at the pleasure I'm giving her. I roll her left nipple between my thumb and forefinger and she whimpers, this causing my cock to throb harder if possible.
I sit up and Kim sits in my lap. I raise her up under her arms so she's on her knees. I attack her right breast with my mouth as my hands go to war with the other ribbon.
Kim presses my head against her breast and arches her back. I circle her nipple with my tongue and she drops her forehead on top of my hair, audibly panting. I leave her breast with a pop and move to the other until the the second ribbon is gone and discarded to the floor.
Kim pushes me back down and kisses me soundly, commanding my mouth to open with her tongue. She quickly draws mine out and sucks on it, making my eyes roll back in my head. Her hand snakes down my chest, down my abs and settles at the waistband. She goes a bit lower, over the material and grabs me, slowly pumping up and down. I can't help but to buck my hips in reflex. Oh fuck her hand is so much better than mine!
"Kim, are you sure you want to go this far?" I have to ask. I don't want her doing something she'll regret because she thinks she has to, no matter how good I think it feels.
"I'm sure, Jack. And farther." Kim's eyes don't leave mine as she slips her hand under my boxers and touches hot skin, making me moan. "Wow." Is all she says as she pulls me out. She takes my waistband and I lift my hips so she can pull my underwear off.
Here we are, completely naked, completely inexperienced and trying to find our way through this together, a step at a time. "I want to make you feel like the only guy that matters, Jack. I want to do something for you that will make you see how undyingly in love with you that I am, even after such a short time. I don't need to prove it, but because I love you, because I want you to feel as euphoric as you have already made me, I'm going to give you this."
Kim scoots further down by my knees. She takes me in her hand and slowly starts working my shaft, up and down with an occasional twist. I see in her eyes that she's nervous, unsure of her ability to stimulate me. Is she ever mistaken, though.
"Kim, stop worrying about it. Close your eyes and go with what your hands tell you, what my body tells you." We both close our eyes and focus on the feeling of touch alone.
Kim starts out slow again, her hands moving up and down and twisting. Her speed kicks up with her confidence and my own groans.
I feel only one hand on me, until the other one lightly cups my balls. My voice catches in my throat and I grunt out her name. I've never been this hard in my life, never so overtaken by physical pleasure as I am now. That feeling builds exponentially when I feel the tiniest trace of the tip of Kim's hot, wet tongue start at the base of my shaft and go to the top. Even her nervous, probing attempt is better than all the gold in the world.
She descends with just a bit more tongue, finding her adventurous side. She comes back up using the flat of her tongue and my eyes roll back in my head. Oh fuck! Her lips are on my tip, kissing the head. Oh come on! I can feel them part as she slowly takes me into her small, hot mouth.
"Sweet damn, Kim!" I push through gritted teeth. She's barely started and I'm already trying to hold it together, my hands grabbing the sheets for dear life as i feel her smile around me. Stars in my entire head explode as she slides halfway down at a torturous pace, her hand twisting the bottom half. She slowly comes back up, her eyes on mine.
"Kim, you're going to kill me." I tell her, throwing my head back as she sinks back down. She starts bobbing slowly, then speeds up as she hits her stride. I can't fucking believe how good this is. She keeps speeding up and I can her slurping around me, oh shit!
"Beauty, you're running out of time." I warn her, my hands in her hair. My eyes bug as she pushes down further than before, her hands on my thighs as anchors. She goes all the way down and turns her head a few times, my closely trimmed hairs at her nose.
"Kim, you have to come up!" I sound as urgent as I can. She pulls up half way but starts bobbing again, my head hitting the pillow as I can't watch or I'm gonna be gone in seconds. "Kim, you have to stop if you don't want me to..."
She comes off with a wet pop. "Give it to me." She goes all the way down and comes up again half way. With a few more hard, deep sucks...
"Kim, Kim Kim Kim Kim Kim! Oh fuck!" I shout with my hands in her hair and her lips still over me. My heart's a drum as Kim sucks and wrings me dry, her swallowing around me the whole time.
Kim looks me dead in the eye as she wipes her mouth and then crawls up my body. She kisses both my nipples in turn and rests her head on my chest, our naked bodies pressed together. "Did you like your present?" Kim asks innocently, drawing little patterns on my chest.
"Merry Christmas to me." I say with my eyes still wide and my hands in my hair.
Kim just giggles. "Merry Christmas, and goodnight, Jack."
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Late Merry Christmas?
I'm sorry it took me awhile to get through this, but as I write this end note, it's... 2:01 am on December 27th.
I'm also sorry if the end of this chapter wasn't good. I'm new to the lemons game. Please leave a review, and don't hurt me.