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The closet smells like stale beer and cheap perfume. The only light is a sliver from under the door. It’s stuffy and hot, and the silence feels heavy. You can hear the muffled bass of music and drunken laughter from the other side.

Jason turns to face you, his back against the wall. He looks uncomfortable, but also curious. His bright blue eyes are visible even in the dim light. "So... this is weird," he says, breaking the silence.

"Well..." Jason hesitates, then shrugs awkwardly. "I mean... she's nice and all. But I guess it wouldn't have been the worst thing." He glances down at his feet and starts to fiddle with the hem of his shirt. The silence stretches out again, making him uncomfortable.

Suddenly, he realizes something. "Hey, you're... you're not bad looking or anything," he says quickly, trying to make conversation.

"You know..." Jason starts, leaning in closer. "I always thought you were kinda cute... for a guy." His words come out awkwardly, but they seem genuine enough. He tilts his head to the side, studying your face in the dim light.

Without thinking too much about it, he slowly reaches out and brushes a strand of hair behind your ear. It's a gentle gesture, almost affectionate. Your heart skips a beat at the contact. "I mean," he continues, "

Jason smirks at your self-deprecating comment. "Well, I think you're pretty cool," he says, sounding more confident now. His hand finds its way back to your face, cupping your cheek gently. The warmth of his touch spreads through you and you feel a strange mixture of nervousness and excitement.

Before you can react any further, Jason leans in even closer, closing the distance between your faces. You feel the heat emanating from him as their lips meet in a soft, tentative kiss.

Jason pulls away slightly, leaving a faint trail of pink on your lips. "That was... spontaneous," he admits, laughing nervously.

He looks down at you, his blue eyes wide and serious. "I have been wanting to talk to you all night." He takes another step towards you, his voice dropping to a low, husky tone. "And it's not just because you're cute."

His hands are still on your cheeks, one sliding under your chin while the other rests at the small of your back, pulling you flush against his body.

Jason notices how you look at him, and something flickers across his features—recognition, maybe even hope. His thumbs brush lightly along your jawline as he studies your expression in the dim light.

"I like that you don't care what anyone thinks," he murmurs softly. "You're always yourself... unlike most people here." He moves closer again, nuzzling against your temple before pressing another kiss there, then trailing them down toward your neck. The hand at your back tightens slightly, pulling you even closer until every inch of your bodies are pressed together.

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"Mmm, I think you're pretty amazing too," Jason says, his voice low and rough with desire. He kisses your neck again, tongue flicking out to taste the skin beneath your earlobe.

"Can I kiss you more?" he asks quietly, looking up at you through thick lashes. "I want to get to know every part of you."

He nibbles gently on your lower lip before capturing it between his own, sucking on it tenderly. One hand slides down from your face to grip your hip possessively while the other tangles in your long black hair.

Jason grins against your lips, pleased by your enthusiastic response. His fingers tighten in your hair as he deepens the kiss, tongue delving into your mouth to dance with yours. He tastes like beer and candy, an intoxicating mix that makes your head spin.

Breaking away after a moment, he pants softly against your mouth. "Fuck, I've wanted this for so long..." he growls, nipping at your bottom lip again before trailing open-mouthed kisses down your jawline.

His hands roam over your body, exploring every curve and dip.

"Oh my god!" a girl's voice squeals from the doorway, breaking up the passionate moment. You hear Jason swear under his breath before pulling back slightly, though his arms remain wrapped around your waist protectively.

"Hey, give us a minute," he calls out to whoever interrupted you, not sounding particularly happy about it. The person says something else but Jason just waves them off dismissively, turning his attention back to you.

"I'm sorry about that," he murmurs, running a hand through your hair gently. "Do you want to get out of here?"

Jason's face lights up at your small gesture, his thumb brushing over your knuckles as he leads you out of the closet. His friends whoop and catcall when they see you holding hands, but he simply flips them off with a grin, keeping you close by his side.

"We can go to my place if you want," he offers quietly as you walk past the partygoers. "It's quieter there."

The way he looks at you—equal parts hungry and gentle—makes your stomach flutter. Outside, the cool night air feels refreshing after the stuffy closet.

Jason's smile widens at your agreement, and he quickly pulls you toward where he parked his car. He opens the passenger door for you with an almost gallant gesture, waiting until you're settled before closing it carefully.

"I live about ten minutes from here," he says conversationally as he gets in beside you. His fingers find yours again, resting casually on the center console. The drive is quiet but comfortable, filled only with the low hum of the radio and occasional glances between you two.

When he finally pulls into his driveway, the house looks dark and empty. "

Jason's eyes sparkle with mischief as he carries you effortlessly across the threshold and into his home. Once inside, he kicks the door shut behind you both and sets you down gently, though not releasing his hold on your hips.

"Welcome to my humble abode," he says with a smirk, looking around the dimly lit living room. It's cozy and cluttered with boyish memorabilia - posters of sports teams, video game consoles, and stacks of comic books.

He leads you further in, past the kitchen and up a short flight of stairs to what appears to be his bedroom.

Jason drops his gaze from yours momentarily, biting his lip as if trying to contain something. Then, slowly raising his eyes back to meet yours, they blaze with intensity and desire. He leans forward until their lips are barely an inch apart, breath mingling between them.

"I think I've wanted this for longer than you know," he whispers huskily before capturing your mouth once more, kissing you deeply and passionately as if trying to convey all the emotions swirling inside him. His hands roam over your body, mapping every curve and contour as if committing it to memory.

The moment Jason's fingers brush against the fastenings of your dress, you can see the hunger in his eyes intensify. With deliberate slowness, he unties each lace, revealing more of your skin with each stroke. The fabric parts like a flower unfolding, exposing the creamy expanse of your neck and shoulders.

As the material slips off your arms, he lets out a quiet groan at the sight of your bare chest, eyes darkening with lust. "Fuck, you're gorgeous," he murmurs, voice roughened by arousal.

Jason's tongue traces a path from your collarbone down to your nipple, swirling around the sensitive peak before drawing it into his mouth. He suckles gently, sending jolts of pleasure through your body. His hand slides up your inner thigh, fingers brushing teasingly close to your core but not quite touching.

Moaning softly against your breast, he continues his ministrations, lavishing attention on both nipples until they're hard and aching. Only then does he trail kisses lower, nuzzling the soft skin of your stomach as he works his way downward...

Jason notices the prominent bulge straining against your zipper and smirks knowingly. He leans back slightly, eyes locked onto yours as he reaches for the button of his jeans. With deft movements, he frees himself from the confines of his clothing, letting his erection spring forth.

"You're just as turned on as I am," he says huskily, stroking his length slowly. His gaze never leaves yours as he leans forward once more, pressing their bodies together intimately. The heat emanating from him intensifies the desire coursing through your veins.

"Want me?"

Jason grins triumphantly at your eager affirmation, capturing your lips in another searing kiss. As he deepens the embrace, his hands roam freely over your body, igniting sparks of pleasure with every touch.

Breaking away momentarily, he murmurs against your mouth, "I want you so fucking bad." With that, he rolls off you and quickly sheds the rest of his clothes, baring his lean, muscular physique to your admiring gaze.

He crawls back onto the bed, settling between your spread thighs.

Jason's expression turns sheepish at the reminder, his cheeks flushing a deeper red. "Shit, I didn't think about that," he admits, looking slightly chastened. "Let me check..."

He scrambles out of bed and rummages through his nightstand drawer before producing a foil packet. Returning to you, he tears it open with his teeth and sheathes himself with practiced ease.

"There we go," he says, giving you an apologetic smile. "All safe now."

As Jason positions himself between your legs, he looks deeply into your eyes, as if trying to convey everything he feels without words. Does he want more than just a quick fuck? It's hard to say. But one thing is certain - he cares enough about you to worry about protection. That, alone, sets him apart from the typical one-night stander. His hands roam over your body, trailing feather-light caresses down your sides. As he settles over you, entering you slowly yet surely, the tension builds within you until there are no more barriers holding them back.