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We're not even close to the last people to leave. Not even from the group I invited. It's still late though, well past 1:00 in the morning and my muscles are absolutely singing with the adrenaline of a good workout, the likes of which I only ever get from dancing. My blood is thrumming and it's only partially from the exercise; most of it, I know, is from the fact that I'm going home with a boy.

I'm going home with Jack Zimmermann.

Even now I can remember the warmth of him pressed against me on the dance floor, the brush of his breath against my ear when he'd whispered the promise of later.

It's officially later by a few hours now and even if I know I shouldn't be expecting the offer to still stand, I can't help hoping. Even if I can't even begin to imagine what sort of things Jack's had in mind. If anything at all.

"Did you have a good time?" I ask him as we head back to the apartment, hand in hand. The air is cold against my sweaty skin and I try to supress a shiver, just holding Jack's hand a little tighter instead. "I'm so, so glad you decided to come. I'm sorry if it was kind of a lot. My next birthday will be more subdued, I promise."

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"Years?" The surprise is probably evident in my tone and I cringe a little, my fingers still petting the skin below his belly-button. "Goodness, sorry, that came out really rude. I'm just... I'm surprised. I know people were basically beatin' down your door back at Samwell."

I let my fingers slip a little lower then, toying with the waistband of his boxer-briefs as I look up at him. "And I'm not... I don't really wanna wait on everything. If that's okay? I'm nervous, but I'm not scared. I can't think of anyone else I'd rather do this with."

"I guess," I reply, shrugging a bit. I never really noticed all the attention. Sure, I noticed some of it, but I mostly remained pretty willfully oblivious for the most part. "But, uh-- I haven't been with a girl since before I-- before I went to rehab. Haven't been with anyone since then. I just wanted to focus on getting better."

I swallow hard, lost in my thoughts for a moment, but Bittle's touch brings me back. A small smile graces my face and I slide my hand up his arm, gaze lifting to his face. "I don't want anyone else either."

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It's silly, maybe, but something about all that is calming. I've never once really imagined Jack as being promiscuous by any means, but I've always figured he has more experience than me. And he has, obviously. But maybe it's not all that much more. And it's been years like he says then maybe he won't be too disappointed if I do something wrong.

His eyes meet mine again and it's really hard not to just melt under that gaze so I shift in a little closer, my hand smoothing over to his hip. Leaning up, I brush my lips against his, mostly because I want to and because I can, sucking lightly at his bottom lip as I pull away again.

"So you've... I mean, I'm assuming you've done something with a guy before," I say, brushing my thumb against his side. "What was that like?"

I'm expecting the question, honestly. No one knows about me and Parse. Shitty suspects, but I've never confirmed it. The memories give me a lot of conflicted emotions now, and I'm not sure how I feel about it. Bad, mostly.

"Um. Just one guy," I tell him, swallowing hard and letting my hand slide up Bittle's side. "You know him. Kind of."

There, I said it. Bittle is smart. He'll figure it out.

That's somehow more surprising than learning he hasn't been with anyone in years and I'm not sure why. A few weeks ago I was convinced Jack was straight, but sometime between learning the truth and now, I guess I made some assumptions that are just plain wrong.

Frowning a little, I try to figure out who he might mean. My first instinct is Shitty, but his 'kind of' doesn't make any sense if it's him. That rules out everyone else on the team, too.

I really have no idea who it--

My hand goes still on his side, my eyes dropping wide. "Oh my goodness, Kent Parson?"

It's easy to see once it clicks in Bittle's mind, and I tense slightly when he says the name aloud. It takes me a moment but I nod, throat working for a moment before I can find it in my to speak. "It was a long time ago. Back when we were in junior league together. Before-- before everything.

"And it was just-- messing around. Usually when we were drunk," I go on to say. It feels good to actually talk about it. "And we didn't do, um, everything."

Somehow, when he explains it, it really doesn't feel so surprising at all. It actually sorta makes sense, even. I've known that Jack and Kent were pretty close, figured it out pretty easily after accidentally overhearing them during that Haus party. I hadn't really assumed they were this close though.

Swallowing a little, I nod, still petting his side and keeping my eyes on him. "Did you love him? Or was it... was it just about the physical stuff?"

It's honestly really not any of my business, but I can't deny that I'm curious. And I won't be upset if Jack doesn't wanna talk about it.

"No," I say easily, keeping eye contact with him. "What we had was... complicated. He was my best friend there for awhile, but sometimes I think that was just because I didn't know any better."

My brows furrow a bit and I shrug a shoulder before letting out a cleansing breath. "I might have loved him in some ways, but not the way that you're asking, no. I haven't loved anyone like that yet."

Yet.

That's a hopeful idea, I have to say. I'm pretty sure I know what I feel for Jack even if I'm definitely way too scared to say it out loud. It's different from what I felt for Derek and definitely different from what I ever felt for Simon. I know Jack in a way I still don't know either of them.

And even if Jack doesn't feel entirely the same way I do there's so much hope in that one little word.

"Do you think maybe he loved you?" I ask, remembering that conversation in the Haus I wasn't supposed to hear.

"Um." The question makes me frown, but I only have to spend a few moments thinking about it. "He didn't come visit me in the hospital. I almost died and he didn't--"

I shake my head and look up at Bittle again, shrugging one shoulder. "No, I don't think he did. Parse-- I don't really think he loves anyone but himself."

After a moment, I lift my hand to cup Bittle's cheek. I'm a little nervous, and I bite my lip before speaking again. "Does that change anything? Now that you know about me and Parse, I mean."

Even if I know some of the story of Jack's time before Samwell, hearing him say it like that nearly makes my chest crack open. I reach up instinctively to cup his face, petting along the side of his jaw as he continues. There's still little bits of glitter clinging to his skin, glinting in the faint light. It feels impossible to imagine anything like that could've happened to him, impossible that I might not have ever met him at all.

And the idea that someone could've have gotten as close as I have with him, closer, and not even gone to see him...

Jack's hand is warm on my cheek and he looks so scared for a moment, his teeth making a little indent on his bottom lip and I shake my head quick as anything. "Oh, honey, no. I mean-- if anything, it makes me feel better about hating someone I barely know, but it certainly doesn't change anything about how I feel for you."

Letting out a breath, I lean in then, just close enough to brush my lips against his, my hand sliding down to rest over the tender part of his neck. "I wish I'd known you then," I tell him, my nose bumping his. "I'd have come visit you."

My eyes fall closed when Bits touches my face and I reach up to curl my fingers around his wrist. No one has ever touched me like he does, and it's like a whole new kind of addiction. A healthy one. One that will help me.

"I know you would have," I say quietly, brushing my nose against his and kissing him softly. "But-- I'm not sure I would have wanted you to know me back then. I think you found me at the right time."

"You hated me when you first met me," I point out with a smile, our noses still only centimeters apart as I graze my fingers along his high cheekbones. It's funny now, how that all went down. And, honestly, I don't think Jack ever really hated me. I was just the weakest member of the team; I was holding him back from everything he wanted to achieve and he only wanted to help me, to help the whole team get better.

I give him another kiss then, a light press of my lips against his before pulling back. "But maybe you're right. "I was still in middle school when you were goin' through all that," I tell him, my grin widening a little then. "My, you are robbin' the cradle a bit, aren't you, Mr. Zimmermann?"

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"I never hated you. I thought you were wasting your potential," I tell him, gaze cutting to the side as I continue to mumble. "And I thought you were... attractive. And it annoyed me."

I laugh and reach up to brush his hair back away from his face. "Obviously I got over that. The being annoyed part."

He kisses me, and I close my eyes to take it all in. What he says makes me groan and I twist to bury my face into the pillow. "Oh god, mon chou."

That's not something I'm expecting at all and, for a moment, the idea seems so ridiculous I almost laugh. Jack found me attractive? Back then? It's still surprising even now, though I know there's no mistaking the way he's kissed me and touched, the hard press of proof against me out on the dance floor earlier tonight, not to mention just a few minutes ago. I know Jack most find something appealing now.

It's hard to imagine he's ever wanted me as badly as I do him, though.

He's groaning and burying his face in the pillow before I can remark on it, though, and I relax a little into a laugh, lifting my hand to comb my fingers through his hair instead. "It's kind of hot, honestly," I tell him, staring at the line of his eyebrow, memorizing the exact curve of it now that I can. "Just never guessed the experienced, sexy, older man could ever want me back."

I can't help but to quirk an eyebrow at that. It's still hard to think that anything I do could be considered hot. Sure, I have a good body but I carry it so awkwardly off the ice, like I don't know how to use it.

"Sorry I can't be your sugar daddy in this world, Bits," I tease, rolling over onto my back and reaching out for him. "You'll just have to settle for the penniless former hockey player."

Jack rolls onto his back then, arm outstretched all invitingly, lips quirked in that adorable grin of his. It's no work at all to crawl right on top of him, my thighs on either side of his hips and my hands spread out over his chest.

"Yes, it's definitely your money and fame that drew me to you," I tell him, my voice all tease as I lean down so my nose is just barely brushing his. "I absolutely haven't been pining after you for months now that you're here and as poor and unknown as I am."

"Mm," I breathe out, watching through hooded eyes as Bits climbs on top of me. He's a comfortable weight across my lap and I arch into his hands on my chest like a purring cat. My hands go to his narrow hips and I'm distracted for a moment, but his words bring me back. They send a whole different kind of warmth through me and I smile up at him.

"You've always just seen the real me," I say quietly, sliding my hand up and down his side. "I like that."

I chuckle a little and rest my fingertips against his chest, dragging them slowly down his stomach. "It's funny-- back when I had money, I never really thought about it much. And now that I don't, I can think of so many things I want to get you. I want to spoil you, but I can't."

A small sigh escapes me and I smile crookedly up at him. "I know you don't care about things like that. I just wish I could."

Jack's hands smooth over my skin, first on my hips and then on my chest and down my stomach. It's a slow touch, probably thoughtless on his end, but I swear his fingers leave little heat trails all over my skin. Biting my lip for a second, I fight the impulse to scoot back just a little to feel him against me.

"Jack, you've already spoiled me," I point out, smoothing my hands a little lower, on thumb brushing over the tiny peak of his nipple. "That birthday picnic was the most romantic thing that's ever happened to me, for one. And now I get to kiss you almost anytime I want to. I honestly can't think of anything better. Though," I add, feeling something like courage spark in my gut as I slip my hips back just a little, "I can't say I'm not curious about what you'd want to buy me if you had the chance. Maybe a new kitchen?"

I'm teasing, of course, and I can only hope he knows that as I bend forward again, near enough to just whisper a kiss against his lips.

Bits always has a way of making me see things in a different light. I never really thought of those things as spoiling him, but I suppose they were. That train of thought completely derails as he slides back so that my dick is pressed snugly against his ass, and my lips part as he leans in.

"Definitely a new kitchen," I whisper against his mouth, sliding my hands down into his underwear to grab his ass. "The best oven that money can by. Stainless steel," I groan out, tongue brushing his lower lip. "Dual temperature. Self-cleaning."

Jack's mouth falls open in a way that's immediately satisfying and I grin a little as he breathes against me, though my own breath catches when his hands slide beneath the waistband of my boxer-briefs. The way my hips rock down then is pure instinct and he's not quite as hard as earlier, but it's still something.

He's still talking and I can't help but laugh, though it comes out almost a strangled groan as I move against him. "Oh. Goodness." I shudder a little, my hands still wandering down his chest, feeling every ripple and bulge of muscle, as his tongue brushes my bottom lip. "With-- with a gas range?"

"Of course," I gasp out, using my grip on Bittle's ass to drag him closer. I lift my head to press a kiss to his chest, tongue sweeping over a nipple. "And a fully stocked pantry."

I barely realize that he's pulling Bits closer and closer until I blink and his crotch is right in front of me. The shiny pink head of his cock is pressing against the band of his underwear, just barely peeking out, and I swear my whole mouth fills with saliva. I hook my arm around his thigh and slide my thumb along the length of it through his underwear, dragging them down just a little. "God, Bits. I want-- I want to taste you so bad. Je te veux dans ma bouche."

As nice as it would be to have an oven exactly like the one Jack's describing, that's definitely not what's getting me so worked up. I've always known that Jack is strong, of course, but the way he manhandles me, pushing me up higher as he slides lower, is making it difficult for me to even remember how to breathe.

I'm half curled over him, my hand against the headboard and head ducked to watch as stares at... oh goodness, he's looking at my dick, right at where I'm so hard I'm actually pushing out of my briefs a little. It should be embarrassing, I think, and it is in some respects, but the way Jack so gently pulls at the waistband, the absolute wreck of his voice when he speaks again, when he murmurs something in French just has me shaking and biting back a whimper.

"I..." I start, legs trembling as I manage a nod. "God, if you-- If you really want to. Please. Please, Jack."

"Yeah. God, yeah. Here, get up on your knees for me," I say, urging him up onto his knees over me so I can get his underwear off of him, tossing them aside before pulling him back down. I want him like this, sitting on my chest. I want to be surrounded by him.

His cock is right in front of my face and I lick my lips, eyes dark as I look up at his face. My fingers go around his dick, squeezing gently as I lift my head to press a soft kiss to the head of his cock. The taste of it overwhelms me, and I let out a groan as I take him deeper, letting him slide across my tongue.

It feels so good, and as I watch Bits' face it gets even better. I start bobbing up and down, keeping my eyes open so I can watch his expression.

It's hardly the smoothest move and I'm definitely grateful that picking up figure skating again has helped with my flexibility as I push up onto my hands and feet to kick my underwear off. Afterward, I carefully settle again, straddling Jack's chest, my face absolutely on fire when I stare at how close my dick is to his mouth like this, how much he wants it there.

His eyes are so, so dark when he looks up at me and I swear my whole body jolts when he wraps his hand around me, lips pursed to press a soft kiss just to the tip.

"Oh-- Oh, Good Holy Mother of God," I breathe when his lips part and he starts sucking me in, just a little at a time. I'm glad we're as close to the headboard as we are so I can brace myself against it, the muscles in my thighs already shaking as Jack starts to bob his head, his low groan sending a gentle vibration all the way up my spine. It's nothing like anything I've ever felt before, all tight, wet heat, so much better than my hand has ever been.

It's absolutely obscene to watch, Jack's lips stretched wide around me and I reach down with one trembling hand to comb my fingers through his hair. It's taking every ounce of willpower I have not to roll my hips forward and I know there's no way I'm gonna be able to last long like this.