24. Jasper

Ihave textbooks, notebooks and the entire contents of my pencil case sprawled out on my bed, in the thick of studying the Renaissance. The stupid essay I have to do analysing and comparing two artists" work from that period is doing my head in. I love art history, exploring different artwork from history and putting my spin on it, but I'm more practical–hands on–and I hate theory. Words on a page aren't my strong suit by any means. Give me a paintbrush and a blank canvas any day.

Hearing a knock on my door is a welcome distraction. Jumping up from the bed I leap across the floor–nearly falling flat on my face–as I rush to open it. My heart is pounding, hoping it's Reece. I shouldn't want to see him, but I do.

Opening the door, it's not Reece however, it's Nancy.

She stares at me with a cheeky smirk as she barges into my room and I shut the door behind her. Rushing back over to my bed, I gather up my books and shove them aside.

Nancy sits on the edge of the bed, crossing her legs.

"What's with the late night visit, Nanc?" I question her, raising my eyebrow.

"I got us something, Jasp," she squeaks excitedly, still with the cheeky smirk.

"What Nanc?" I ask eagerly, due to her excited demeanour.

Reaching into her pocket she pulls out a tiny ziplock bag, with a couple of joints in it. She waves it in my face, and I shake my head. "Nanc, no, we haven"t smoked in forever."

She chuckles and then opens the ziplock bag. "Then all the more reason to enjoy a hit."

Once more I shake my head at my best friend. "I shouldn"t, Nancy. You know what weed does to me."

Nancy laughs. "Yes, my darling. It causes you to lose all inhibition and speak your truth."

"Exactly. And I don"t want to face the truth right now." I sigh deeply.

"Don"t be a sad sack," Nancy teases, pulling a lighter out of her pocket and lighting up one of the joints. She takes a drag of it and exhales, before holding it out to me. I'm pacing the room, feeling on edge at the thought of taking a drag.

Again I shake my head. "I can"t, Nanc."

"Yes, you can, Jasper," she encourages. "Stop pacing and sit your arse down, and take a damn drag."

I sigh, and sit cross legged in front of my best friend on the bed. Grabbing the joint from her fingers I take a long drag.

"Good boy, Jasp," Nancy teases.

I seethe at her, waving the lit joint in the air. "Don"t fucking say that, Nanc. Fuck."

"Why?" She questions, staring at me oddly and sniggering.

"He…he says that to me."

"Who? Reece?"

I nod. "Yeah, and it"s so fucking patronising. I fucking hate it."

Nancy"s eyes light up and she giggles, asking, "Does he say it when you"re fucking?"

"We haven"t fucked, Nancy."

"You want to fuck him though?"

"Um…no," I murmur, taking another drag. Nancy is still giggling, so I admit, "I want him to fuck me."

Nancy laughs harder, teasing, "Whilst he tells you you"re a good boy, huh?"

I blush. "It does sound different when he says it, and when he calls me pretty boy, it turns me on," I admit, feeling my cheeks darkening.

"Are you in love with him?" Nancy asks, taking another drag when I hand it back to her. Once more I shake my head.

"No, no, way, but his kisses, and his touch are like a drug to me. He"s as addictive as this weed."

Nancy seems to have calmed. "I think you"re in love with him, Jasp."

"No, I"m so not, he"s bad for me, Nanc. He does being bad so well, but he"s not the guy for me."

"Don"t discount your feelings for him because he"s the enemy, Jasp."

"I"m not," I scoff. "I don"t have feelings for him," I chuckle, and then add as I'm taking another drag. "This is good shit."

"I know right," Nancy responds with a laugh and we fall back on the bed laughing like crazy.

"I"m such a bad boy." I chuckle. "If Dad could see me now, he"d kill me."

"Your dad is blind, Jasp. He has no idea you're not his good boy."

"Nope," I reply, laughing madly and sitting up. "I wanna go for a swim," I announce.

"Now? It"s dark, Jasp."

"Don"t care. I"m doing it."

I stand, stripping down to my boxers and grabbing a towel. I'm out the door in barely a minute. Nancy runs after me, calling out, "Jasp! You"re crazy!"

"Yep!" I yell. "You coming?"

"You"re on your own, bestie," Nancy says calmly as she heads to her car.

Getting in her car she drives off as I run across the road.

"Be careful!" She calls out her window, driving past me. I give her a thumbs up and run onto the sand of Vemore Bay beach.

Throwing my towel on the sand, I run into the waves and dive beneath them. Coming up, I inhale a gulp of air and push up from the sand beneath my feet so I'm floating on my back looking up at the night sky.

My mind wanders to Reece, the way he last made me feel. There's something about Reece Montserrat that causes me to give in to temptation every damn time. I can't help myself. I crave the sin.

Closing my eyes, I let my mind drift to thoughts of Reece's kiss on my lips, his tongue teasing the forbidden places that only he's seen. I can't believe I've let him get me naked so many times now, and that it hasn't bothered me. I haven't felt the need to hide my body from him. I'm also surprised at myself for loving his naked body, and how his skin is covered in tattoos, even up to his neck. I think about the rose and spiderwebs on his neck, and the intricacy of them and his other tattoos. They're art on his skin that shows outwardly the torment of his mind.

It's blissful being out in the ocean, my high from the weed slowly wearing off as I float towards the rocks. A sudden current pushes me closer to them and bumping into them I screech in pain, my side hitting some jagged rocks. It slices my side–just above my hip–and it's quite deep.

Wincing, I push myself out of the water and up onto the rocks to inspect the damage. It"s bleeding–and because my high is wearing off–it hurts, badly. The saltwater is causing it to sting.

Stumbling over the rocks I grab my towel from the sand, pressing it against the cut to curb the blood.

"Fuck," I hiss, rushing back to the dorms, cursing the entire time from the pain.

The moment I'm back in my dorm room I send a pic in just my boxers to Nancy,

You let me go swimming whilst high

You say that like I could have stopped you, you arse! Does it hurt?

Like a bitch.

Go find Reece…he"ll kiss you better :p

Groaning,I put my phone down, pulling the covers back from my bed and sliding under the sheets.

Reece wouldn"t kiss me better, he"d kiss the cut, tongue it–savouring the taste of my blood– as he licks the blood and wound clean. I hate that the thought of Reece doing that is turning me on. That I want that very thing to happen. My head is filled with those thoughts as I close my eyes, drifting to sleep.

I slide my hand into my boxers and start palming my dick. I'm hard and moaning in mere seconds, slipping my hand up and down my dick. I've never touched myself before and I'm taken aback by how good it feels–with thoughts of Reece in my head–as I tease the tip of my dick with my finger. I'm toying with the edge of sleep when my hips shake and I come in my boxers before I sigh and succumb to the sleep that's pulling me under. I have no idea if I'll wake up tomorrow, or if I'll bleed out from the cut. It would be my payment for my depraved sins and thoughts.