"Hey, guys!" You beam as you open your front door to nine amazing boys. They all shout and wave in response and begin streaming in one by one, the last guy to step through your doorway your boyfriend of a year and a half, Jack Johnson.
"Hey babe," he smiles and kisses you deeply before walking any further. "How are you?"
Your heart beats fast in his presence, just like it always has, and you take his hand in yours. “I’m great.”
Fingers linked, you walk into your large living room, where you’ve already set up blankets and bowls of popcorn, three boxes of pizza, and even a cooler so you don’t have to go all the way to the kitchen (which is really only twenty feet away from the couch) for a soda. Tonight is you and the guys’ annual movie night. The same tradition that led you and Jack to fall in love with one another.
"So what movies we got?" Matt mumbles, a fistful of popcorn already stuffed in his mouth. You chuckle and sit down in a pile of blankets you had set up for Jack and yourself exclusively.
"The Fault in Our Stars -"
"NO!" You hear in response before you can continue.
"Don’t get me wrong, it’s an amazing movie, but I can’t watch you burst into tears over fictional characters again," Nash speaks up. You narrow your eyes at him and throw a piece of popcorn at him.
"22 Jump Street," you continue. Immediately a smile creeps up on each of the guys faces. You laugh and hand the DVD to Carter.
Johnson joins you under the pile of blankets and wraps his arm around your waist, which prompts you to snuggle into his side. He kisses the top of your head and you can’t help but let a smile play at your lips yet again. This boy truly makes you happy.
"You’re a loud climaxer," the character Mercedes says creepily through the screen. You feel Jack shift so his breath brushes against the shell of your ear.
"I know someone else who is."
You tense at Jack’s words. His hand shifts to your thigh, his fingers playing with the seams of your jeans.
You clear your throat and cross your ankles, trying to conceal your pleasure as Jack’s hand continues to move further up by the second. You squirm under his touch, Jack’s fingers finally reaching to unzip your jeans.
Without thinking, you press your palm against Jack’s crotch, finding him already hard. He sucks in his breath and plunges his fingers into you, earning himself a yelp.
"Are you guys -" Cameron turns his head to look at you, then glances down at the little lump under the blanket where Jack’s hand is. "Oh."
Your face turns bright red as another seven pairs of eyes turns to look at you. Jack quickly removes his hand from your pants, your stomach sinking at the loss of contact.
"You thought you could hide that from us?" Gilinsky chuckles. You stick out your tongue at him and cross your arms.