twenty-five *

                                    

                                          
Jonny's POV
                          
Three days have come and gone, and things are getting ready to get heavier. Danielle is coming over tomorrow morning with the baby and even the DNA results from the lab. This was going to prove the truth he so dearly deserved.
                          
He interrupted my train of thought, sending them off the tracks, "First things first: What are we going to do if it's mine?"
                          
"You're going to need a lawyer, who will tell you where to go from there. Don't stress this out, babe," I said, pecking his lips. 
                          
"God, Jay. I don't know what I'd do without you." 
                          
I kissed his bare chest, as he wasn't wearing a shirt at the moment. He sighed in relief, allowing me to kiss him all over. "Want me to uh, y'know," I tried hinting at the scene I wanted to do, but felt too dirty to say such profanities.
                          
"Go ahead, baby. Do what you want." 
                          
As he gave me permission, I pulled off his sweat pants that we below his waist. He looked so good in them, but even better with them off. So that's what I did. I slid them off, amused that he slept with no underwear. 
                          
"Wanna know the truth, Jay?" he smirked.
                          
"Yeah?"
                          
"I masturbated this morning and thought of your mouth on me, sucking me off. So please, don't tease me. I need it."
                          
"Did you cum?" I asked when I gained confidence. I was using this to my strengths, because I know he gets pleased when I take such action.
                          
He hesitated, pointing to the signal that he did. "Yes—only because I thought of how nice you'd feel around me. Don't hold this against me. You caused it."
                          
"Nope. You know the rules," I remind him, "—no coming if I didn't physically do it. And I didn't." I winked.
                          
"I woke up with a hard and painful erection. I couldn't just wake you up and force you on me," he defended himself, "...please Jay." he begged, and I mockingly laughed at how badly he wanted it. I pulled off my shirt, and then removed my two lower half pieces off together as one.
                          
I got situated over him, straddling him. I attached my mouth to his, and he was craving it. His tongue was all over mine, and this was probably one of the most filthiest kiss we've ever shared. It was ragged, and all over the place. But not in the disgusting way. It was fucking hot and I loved every second of it.
                          
Just when I was about to go down on him, I heard the sound of his cell phone ring. I groaned, letting him up to reach over me and grab the device.
                          
Chris' POV 
                          
"Hello?" I greeted the caller almost yelling. I know I sounded annoyed, but I can't help it. And plus, this caller didn't have their number in my contact list. Maybe it was just a fan. I get those every once a while. But—God—people call in the most important times I'm sharing with Jonny. And it's not like—kissing or something. It's always when we're intimate together that I receive a fucking phone call!
                          
"Chris?" an unfamiliar voice says.
                          
"Yes? Are you a fan, or someone else?"
                          
"It's not a fan, you idiot. It's Guy. I got a new phone today. It's a Blackberry."
                          
I scoffed on my end of the line, "so you're calling me to rub it in?" 
                          
"No. I'm calling to say I'm coming over. Bye!" and he hung up immediately.
                          
Wow! I'm glad he knows we're not busy! Please note the sarcasm.
                          
*
                          
Jonny and I were fully clothed, and playing the old video game system that I still kept from my childhood days. I even still had a working version of Super Mario Bros 3, the one with the additional game of Duck Hunt with it. Jon and I were taking turns, waiting on that dumbass. 
                          
I'm kidding. Nobody can hate Guy.
                          
But I mean, I'm pretty frustrated because I was so close to having sex. 
                          
Every. Single. Time.
                          
The doorbell was sounded off, causing Jonny to jump and accidentally fall into a hole in the video game. I laughed at his failed attempt, snatching the controller for my turn.
                          
"Okay, you're a dumbass. You don't know how to even get to the warp zone."
                          
"Because I'm not a nerd, Jonny." I stuck my tongue out, flipping him off like a teenager. Guy apparently got tired of waiting at the door for an answer, so he made his own way in. 
                          
"Thanks for the help guys," he says sarcastically. 
                          
"Oh! You're so welcome, Guy," Jonny starts to get him back, "it's not like we were busy anyway before you came. No—not at all."
                          
"You two were probably having sex. Ew." he jokes, rolling his eyes.
                          
"It's human nature, Guy. Human nature."
                          
"Who is the guy in the relationship?" he asks curiously, rudely grabbing the controller for himself to play. 
                          
"That's none of your business," I say, a playful smirk on my face.
                          
"It's Chris," guesses Guy, "isn't it?"
                          
"Nope. Not admitting to anything, or disagreeing. You'll never know." Jonny jokes.
                          
"Whatever! I'm busy," he said, deciding to come in and take over. 
                          
*
                          
It was now the early morning, around eighty thirty. I was awake for the third time again because I couldn't sleep very well when I have constant fear in mind. I'm so afraid if everything fails. 
                          
I'm just scared that the baby is mine, and then I'm being plastered on television as some bastard who cares about himself. And what if Jonny got pissed at me, or even left? 
                          
I need to stop overthinking and start getting up. She was coming soon, and I was going to try my hardest to be this guy everyone loves to see. But on the inside, I feel so alone. I just wish things were different and that I wasn't hated by loads of people. 
                          
Sometimes, the quiet makes me think too hard into the future. So far where all I see is nothing.
                          
Thus, meaning I have no future.
                          
And today, part of me thinks I deserve it. 
                          
I don't matter; do I? I remember when I was being talked to like shit in high school, and made fun of by kids in college. 
                          
What if just one day—everything just disappeared? 
                          
Or, even better.
                          
What if I disappeared?