I wonder what Joe would do if I decided to rape him tonight... Well. You could be thrown in jail, or worse, he might dump you. Unbelievable. Typical. This is so typical. I should just not be surprised that something like THIS would happen in my life. We checked into a hotel. Everything was going fine. Joe was excited for a sleepover. So was I...but...I was also thinking dirty thoughts. Control yourself, Trace. Geez! And then - What a surprise! - what do we find when we open our door. One bed. "I call the far side," Joe shouted next to me, throwing off his coat, and racing towards it. "What! No. I already called it." I pulled my coat off as well. Did I mention it hadn't stopped snowing since this morning? Yeah, that's why we were here in the first place. "When?" "Just now...in my head." "You can't do that." "Well I just did." "I'll wrestle you for it!" I crossed my arms over my chest...and swallowed...hard. I released a short bark of sarcastic laughter. But even I was barely swayed by my weak attempts to hide more images of Joe wrestling with me... ...and then taking his clothes off... "Please, Joseph. I'm not about to participate in a childish act over a stupid conflict over who gets what side of the bed - oompfh!" The wind was knocked out of me as Joe suddenly seized me and brought me right down to the floor. He held my arms down but I didn't even struggle as his body fell onto me. "I win!" Joe concluded, finally getting off me after a couple of seconds of pining my wrists down for good. "I am the Champion." He began to kiss his muscles, acting all macho and whatnot. I sat up and glared at him. "Oh you are so messing with the wrong chick." Blowing my hair out of my face, I made a grab for one of Joe's legs as he stood up, and pulled. Joe collapsed right back onto the ground again, yelping, and this time I sat directly on him. "Ha. Now I win," I said proudly, making myself comfortable on his body. Joe just sat up on his elbows and smirked at me. "Kinky much, Tracy?" He said, his voice in a low whisper, cocking a dark eyebrow at me. Um...hehe...no...? It was a rhetorical question idiot. I couldn't do anything but give a nervous laugh and sheepishly climbed off of him. "Let's order room service," I decided, immediately seeing the menu on our bedside table. Joe got off the floor and took a seat next to me on the bed.
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"How much longer 'til the food comes?" Joe complained loudly. "They said thirty minutes." "Yeah, like thirty minutes ago," I heard him mumble. He had his face practically glued to the television screen and was watching some violent, action film that I normally would have taken an interest in, but instead... I was guiltily staring at the back of Joe's head instead of watching the screen. Sometimes I just want to jump him... A commercial came on, Joe turned his head away from the T.V. and looked back at me. "Wanna make out?" He suddenly asked. The question sounded a little ridiculous coming out of Joe's mouth. But like I was going to protest. "You'll have to catch me first," I cockily said, feeling a sudden surge of confidence over the way Joe was eyeing me. I dodged him and raced towards the bathroom, hoping to lock myself in before he got a hold of me. But then Joe got me just before. I screamed loudly and bent over laughing, his arms around my waist. Joe joined in on the laughing, burying his head into my neck. He spun me around and slammed me right into the main door. His fingers grappled with the bottom of my sweater and he lifted it until he could trace his thumbs around my bellybutton. His belt buckle found a comfortable position right between my legs and as he pressed me tighter and attacked my lips, I could only moan into his mouth. The door creaking and banging as we tried to stay balanced against it. ... There came a knocking at our door. We both froze. "Room service," a weak voice said on the other side. You know, things that happen these days are either phenomenal or awkward. Well, this moment proved to be phenomenally awkward.
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Joe instantly released me. So fast, it probably left his reflexes in the dust. My feet touched the ground and I fixed my shirt, making sure, it was covering my stomach appropratiately. I adjusted his hair - since I had messed it up a bit - as he opened the door for the poor hotel porter who had to witness the consequences of putting two horny - and slightly crazy - teenagers in the same room. Curse you snow day. And yet...thank you lord for all the freaking snow...Any chance it could continue through the night?? Of course, Joe was miraculous at making recoveries from awkward/embarrassing moments and took control of the situation, assisting and thanking until the door closed again. I felt that the only thing to make my face cool down was if I threw myself into a snowbank outside and slept there overnight. By that time I might have frozen to death. No doubt the porter had heard us practically knocking the door down before interrupting us. Joe slipped some dollar bills as tip, which the porter didn't accept, but Joe shut the door in his face before he could protest anymore. "Hungry?" Joe asked. His lips were still bruised. Eyes still dilated from, er - excitement. Hair - as perfect as it always was - still a little messy. Hungry for you my dear Joseph. Why aren't you on the menu? "Ah, yes...I'd like to order one Joseph Adam Jonas for dessert...could that come with extra chocolate sauce...oh! And some whipped cream. "Uh - yeah." I rubbed my arms and took a seat on the floor, pulling a tray of food towards me. Joe chose a seat next to me, eyes trained back on the freaking action movie. "Happy Valentine's Day," I toasted to myself.
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I didn't even realize Joe was talking to me...A little hard to concentrate when his lips are attaching and detaching themselves from your neck, each touch as effective as gunfire. "What was that?" Joe brought his face up to my level. We were straddling each other on the bed, our dinners forgotten on the floor, we were having more fun not talking to each other, but letting our mouths and tongues do all the action for us. "I said: Remember when you used to hate me?" I dropped my head back, wanting to feel his lips on my neck again. "I did not hate you..." "You called me the Resident Bad-Boy." "I didn't come up with that," I exclaimed. I blushed. "Can we get back t - Who told you that?" "Tasha told me." "Well Kate called you Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome." Joe cocked his head. "But you called me Bad-Boy. I didn't know I was a bad-boy." Somehow I don't believe that. "Only because I didn't know you back then. And you were suffocatingly annoying...you gave me plenty of headaches. Oh wait! You still do. Now can please get back to kissing, I need a distraction." The T.V. was still running as well, volume low. I wanted Joe to turn it off so it could be just a little more romantic...but he refused. Boys. "Wanna know what I called you?" He whispered. I groaned. Didn't he get it? I didn't want to talk, I wanted to rape - uh, I mean, make out...yeah. *singing* Awkward. "What?" I asked, getting a little irritated at him. "Little Miss Seat Thief," he purred. I grabbed the pillow behind me and whacked him with it. And then we started a full-on EXTREME pillow fight. Joe kicked my butt at that.
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I woke up the next morning to an incredibly bright room. The snow had piled up overnight even more and the sunlight was reflecting off of it. Joe and I had forgotten to shut our beds before we went to bed. Joe! I turned around. He was still asleep. Dark head turned away from me, his chest rising and falling. He had my hand clutched in his right hand, where he had held it the whole night. I watched him sleep a little...Aw come on you'd be guilty of the same crime. It was too tempting not to. Did I mention he was shirtless? Yes I had finally gotten his shirt off last night, but that was it. Then he stopped to show me his purity ring. "What are you married?" I asked, kissing his hand where his ring was located. "Sort of," he said. "I'm a virgin." I touched his face, running my thumb over the crevice over his lips, grazing his soft fleshy pink lips, and then all the way down to his chin. "Well that's a relief," I sighed, kissing his cheek. "I least I know you're not trying to get into my pants..." "You can stop staring now." Joe had woken. I sat up suddenly, fixing my most-definitely-present bedhead. "I wasn't..." I'm so hopeless... "Sure," he taunted with a smirk. Then he lifted his arms above his head and stretched, back arching, ribs protruding from his lean body, arms already beautifully scuplted...gosh - he was beautiful. Shoulda rap - Yeah. Okay. I get it. I shoulda raped him when I had the chance. Enough already. Oldie banner by BumbleBee03!!
