The smile on my face fades as his cold blue eyes glare at me. This isn't the reaction I was expecting. He shifts his weight on his feet and shakes his head, looking down quickly, his hands rising to rest on his hips. He tilts his head to the side and shakes it one more time, shooting me a disappointed glance before turning and walking off into the house.

I follow him with my eyes and sigh as the screen door slams behind him. I hang my head, then look up at the curious faces who've witnessed my ignorance. They stare at me with scrutinizing expressions and I excuse myself, following my boyfriend's actions from a few seconds ago.

I enter the house, the door shutting quietly behind me. I wind my way through the people and look, but I can't seem to find him. I stop a familiar face. "Hey, have you seen JT?"

"Yeah, I think he was headed towards the bathroom."

I nod my thanks and make my way down the narrow hall. I lightly knock on the door and call, "JT?" A few seconds later, the door opens.

He looks at me and frowns, stepping back and motioning for me to step into the small space with him. I push the door shut, leaving nothing but the hum of the fluorescent lights and muffled noises from the party. He turns on the water and splashes some cold water onto his face. I just watch silently as he turns the water off and dries his hands on a towel. He doesn't say a word; he just gives me an icy glance.

I take a breath. "JT, I-"

"Rickie," he says, cutting me off. "Take me home."

I shut my mouth and nod, opening the door and stepping aside as he avoids my eyes. I follow him to the front door and out to our car, opening the passenger door for him before getting in the driver's side. I glance over at him, and he's just staring out the window.

I sigh inaudibly and drive home in silence, glancing at JT every few seconds; his eyes never leave the scenery outside the passenger window.

We pull up to the house and he doesn't wait for me to get the car door. He opens the front door with his key, and I wonder if the thick wooden door is going to slam me in the face, but he simply leaves it open.

He disappears into the bedroom and I'm wondering if I should even dare go in there. I might be sleeping in the spare room tonight. I slowly slink into the bedroom and see him just as he's removing his t-shirt, the soft light casting shadows along his pale body. I know I won't be able to touch him tonight because I have made him mad.

I take off my pants and change my shirt; he's already getting settled into bed, about to lie down. I sit on my side and he plops down, turning away from me and tucking his hands under his head. I hate going to bed like this.

"JT?" I say tentatively. "JT, it was a joke. You know I would never say anything like that to hurt you. I didn't mean it that way. It was a stupid comment and didn't..."

He sits up quickly and faces me. "That's just it, Rickie. You just don't…ugh…"

He throws the covers off of himself and gets up.

I follow him like a puppy as he trudges to the kitchen, his bare feet making little squeaks against the hardwood floor. He pours himself a glass of water and stands with his bare back to me.

"JT," I say again for the millionth time tonight. He turns on his heel to face me. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said what I said. I wasn't thinking prop..."

"That's the thing. You never think about things before you say them, Rickie," he answers quickly, his eyes aflame with annoyance; not anger, but frustration. "You don't think things through, and little comments like that hurt."

I hang my head as the kitchen is filled with silence once again. "I know. I'm sorry. I'll try to stop. I know you don't like it and sometimes I forget…"

I trail off, and the next thing I know, his hands are on mine; I look up into his face.

"Rickie, just try and think things through a little more, okay? I know you didn't mean it, but why do you have to say that around our friends? They don't understand and you give them the wrong impression about us. I don't necessarily want all of our friends to know about what happens in our bedroom." He says the last part as his arms slip around my shoulders. "And you look way too fucking cute when you say you're sorry."

I pull back and shyly smile. "I'm sorry."

He shakes his head and kisses me. "I'm still mad at you."

He kisses me again, each time a bit more forcefully, until I feel his teeth bite down on my bottom lip.

I yelp and he pulls away, a playful look in his eyes. He steps away from my embrace and towards the door, glancing back my way. "Why don't you help me take this aggression away?"

I know my jaw drops. He smiles and turns, his body disappearing back into the bedroom.

As the blood pools in my lower regions, I somehow force my legs to move. He's lying on our bed, his hands under his head and his hips begging to be gripped, his body ready to be pleasured.

I slide onto the bed and over his body, his blue eyes flickering with need. I lean down and press my lips to his, my tongue roaming his lips. I can taste the alcohol he had earlier and feel his hands gliding up my back as he pulls my shirt off.

I sit up and slide his boxers down and off before I remove my own. Our movements are quick and fevered; hands and lips sliding all over each other's skin.

I lay my body against his and JT's legs part to allow me to rest between them. I lean down and kiss him, moving my lips to his jaw, then his neck.

"What do you want me to do?" I ask him in a breathy whisper.

He grips my hair and guides my mouth back to his. His kiss is rough; our lips pressed tightly, tongues fighting for dominance. He gasps and murmurs, "I wanna scream tonight," as his hands on my hips pull our lower bodies together. He kisses me roughly again. He pulls away and looks up at me. "You know how to make me scream, Rickie."

I grin into his kisses and moan, "Mmhmm," as my mind surges with the thought that I get to please him tonight. Make him moan until his voice is hoarse and his body is pushed to the limits of extreme satisfaction.

I kiss him as I lift my body off of his, a low purr rumbling in his chest as our bodies move apart. I slide off the bed and kneel on the floor, reaching under the bed and pulling out the familiar dark wooden box. I stand up and set it on the bed, my breath catching in my throat as I see him lying on the bed, propped up on one elbow, his eyes bright and biting his bottom lip. JT slowly straightens his legs before bending them again, glancing between me and the box. God, he looks so fuckable.

I grab the bottle from the table before climbing onto the bed, sliding myself against JT's body once more. He groans and peers up at me, his fingers moving against my back, trying to draw us closer together.

He's capturing my lips with sloppy, wet, open-mouthed kisses, his tongue pushing inside my mouth every so often, his hips moving against mine. I gasp and pull myself from his lips, moving to his neck briefly to catch my breath. He whimpers.

"Rickie, do it."

Our lips meet again. I sit up on my knees, the only contact our bodies are making now is our between our lips.

I reach over and fumble with the latch on the box, getting it open quickly as my hand falls down to JT's erection. He groans into my mouth and pulls me closer with a hand behind my head.

I take the purple vibrator from the box, flipping it on without having to look. I bring it between us, and as soon as it touches the inside of his left thigh, his mouth leaves mine in a loud gasp of surprise. He knew it was coming, but it surprises him every time.

He throws his head back into the pillows and grips a handful of my hair. He squeezes his eyes shut, waiting for more.

I'm not giving him exactly what he wants just yet. I slide the toy higher, up the inside of his thigh, his legs spreading and his hands gripping the pillow now. He pulls his bottom lip into his mouth and holds his breath. But I just keep the toy moving up his leg to his hip; he groans and whispers, "tease," his eyebrows furrowing as I smile.

I move the toy across his lower stomach next, slow enough to earn another groan and a thrust of his hips trying to gain contact. I don't let him have it, though, and when he stops moving, I pull the head of the toy down the trail of hair in the center of his abdomen.

He holds his breath again, but the nearest I get is not even close to touching his arousal.

He lets out his breath again as I move the rubber toy down his left leg now. I pull it along his skin until just above his knee, then move it slowly back up his thigh. This time he does nothing but grip the pillows as I bring it to the curve between his leg and hip, slowly moving it closer and closer before stopping and just letting it rest against his skin. He groans and looks up at me as I start to move it again, but in the opposite direction of his erection.

His voice is desperate and whiny. "Rickie, you're teasing me!"

And it's at that split-second, when he least expects it, that I slide the toy quickly under his hard shaft. His hips jerk and he moans at the contact as I roll it around the base of his cock.

I drag it up his shaft before pulling it back down, guiding it under his balls. He moans and arches his back when I turn it up a notch, the toy now vibrating against that sensitive area.

He moans, "Oh, fuck…Rickie," as I play with his balls, the sensation making his hips jerk and his fingers grip the headboard. He writhes under my ministrations, his hips twisting and moving against the toy in my hand. His voice is a mess of gasps, moans, and whimpers as I vary the pressure and location against his skin.

I grab the lube with my free hand and spread some on my fingers, leaning down and sucking his cock into my mouth. He moans and grips my hair with one hand, keeping the other on the headboard. I pull the toy away and switch it off, coating it with the lube quickly as I work my tongue under the head of his cock, making sure to suck gently; I don't want him to come yet.

He grips the pillows and spreads his legs even wider, his eyes squeezed shut again, cries and moans escaping his mouth.

I place the vibrator at his opening and guide it in as my mouth slips down his cock, taking him fully into my mouth. He moans and arches his back again. When the toy is settled inside of him and my mouth is sucking his warm skin, I flip it on again.

He pants and opens his eyes, staring into the mirror carefully placed above our bed. Seeing me between his legs only seems to make him moan louder and twist against the bed even more. He grips his hair with one hand, pulling on the light strands as he moves his hips, his lip pulled between his teeth. His hips jerk and push against my mouth and my hand, his groans jumbled together in one long string of profanities and vocal exhalations as I turn the power up again.

I take my mouth off his cock and watch him as I move the toy in different angles. His light skin is a sharp contrast against the dark purple bedding. I rotate the toy in short circles, his moans and whimpers guiding me.

I watch his reactions as I move it again, this time knowing where I'm aiming it. I know I've hit that spot inside when his whole body jerks and a low moan resounds throughout the room. I watch his face as I tease his prostate with the vibrator. His eyes shut tightly and his head is thrown back, his Adam's apple moving as he swallows; his mouth hangs open as he continues to moan.

He's shaking and gasping as I pull back before pushing the toy deep inside him again, grazing that spot roughly. His whole body lurches up off the bed, his fingers gripping the bed sheets. He screams, "Rickie!" as his body shakes, so close to orgasm. "Oh god…"

He falls back against the bed, his hips moving on their own.

I grin down at him, my unoccupied hand running up and down his side, watching his beautiful body squirm.

The muscles in his stomach and upper thighs are fluttering under his skin, his knuckles white from gripping the sheets, his eyes shut tight and breath in short gasps. He slides his hand up to his chest, his voice a husky whisper.

"I'm going...to...oh fuck!"

His whole body shakes, his limbs tensing as he orgasms.

When he flops back against the bed, he has amazed me once again by not cumming; it's something only he does. He's the only person I've ever known that can do it. You wouldn't think so just by looking at him, but his stamina is amazing.

He's still hard, still breathing erratically, still waiting for more.

"Rickie, Rickie, Rickie," he moans. "Fuck me. Now, Rickie."

Like I'm going to say no to that.

I pull the vibrator from his sensitized body and toss it onto the bed next to us. He grabs the lube and slides his hand up and down my cock, neglected until now. I moan as the cool liquid is smoothed onto my skin, his fingers wrapping around me and tugging.

I pull his hand away and murmur, "Turn over."

He flips onto his stomach and raises his hips up a bit. I place one hand on his lower back and with the other, I grab my cock. I brush the head against his ass, slipping it in only a little, teasing his already straining body. He groans and shifts his hips higher, pushing back against me. I move forward quickly and push all the way into him, a luscious moan flowing from his lips.

I thrust into him good and hard, my hands under his hips, holding him up. He's on his elbows, his forehead resting on the bed and his hips pushing back to meet mine. With every drive, my thighs smack up against the backs of his. His back is arched and his shoulder blades visibly move as he forces himself backwards.

I push his hips down slightly and thrust into him deeply, his head tipping back and another delicious moanescaping his lips as I brush that spot again. I watch as he reaches to his side and searches for the vibrator again. His arm isn't reaching it, so I pick it up and hand it to him. He flips it on and sighs as he brings it back down to his cock.

He places it against his shaft and moves it farther down. I can feel the vibrations against my own cock and moan as I linger inside him a little longer than my previous thrusting allowed. He slips his knees down so that he's flat on his stomach, his hand underneath himself, still toying with his balls as I move over him more.

I support myself with my arms as I pound in and out of him, my body weight adding to the force behind my thrusts. The bed is making a steady rhythm against the wall, his gasps and moans adding to the delectable atmosphere in the room.

He's shaking, gasping, writhing, moaning like he was before. I slide my hands up and down his smooth back, feeling his muscles fluttering and his skin warm and damp.

I know he's not going to last long, and I'm almost there. Watching him has this effect on me; it makes me lose control faster.

I thrust into him hard a few more times before I just can't take it anymore. My whole body shakes as I cum, my hands gripping his bony hips.

I don't allow myself to lose control completely and quickly flip him over, grabbing his cock with a tight fist. He whimpers as I jerk him off, his body finally overwhelmed with pleasure.

His hands grip my arms, his back arching, eyes and mouth wide; his moans and proclamations of love and apologies from both of us echoing off the walls.

He collapses into the bedding, his body spent; I doubt he could even lift his arm. I pull the covers up and lay next to him, quickly falling asleep after a few lazy kisses.

Damn. Maybe I should make him upset more often…