Gym Rats - Jackson Olson x OC

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Cecelia's POV

I can't help but to be nervous about going to Jackson's apartment as he's opening his door. I've been really attached to him, and I am not excited to let him go. Sure, I get to go compete in the Olympics, but I already feel like I've earned a gold medal dating him.

Once his door is unlocked, he lets me walk in behind him. Now, I've never been in a man's apartment before, so I was expecting something messy and unkept, just based off my assumptions of men. But, shockingly, the place is clean. It's a one bedroom, one bathroom, and it has big windows in the small living room.

"This is nice," I say to him as he stands next to me, and I allow my fingers to find his again and grip onto his hand.

"I'm glad you like it," he says, kissing my temple, "Can I go take my shower now? I promise I'll be fast."

"Only if I can have a change of clothes first."

He smiles, leading me into his bedroom. He has a sliding closet door, a dresser, a TV and his bed in it. He guides me to his dresser, "Pick out whatever you want."

I smile a little too brightly at the idea of picking whatever I want from Jackson Olson's dresser. He turns my face towards his, before planting a kiss on my lips, all before grabbing a t-shirt, shorts and a pair of boxers for himself, and leaving me in the room by myself.

I stare over at the dresser, before rummaging through his two drawers full of T-shirts. I find a navy blue bananas T-shirt and his navy blue stripped bananas shorts to match for me to wear before closing his drawers. I change into the outfit, having to roll up the shorts a bunch of times to make it work. I take the extra time to look around his room, seeing pictures of him and his parents, as well as some friendship bracelets scattered on one of his two side tables, as he appears to have a Queen size bed. I sit on his bed, which is nicely made, before peering over at his phone that he left on his bed. I tap it, and the screen lights up with the picture of us we took in Indianapolis in black and white. He hasn't changed it. It makes me laugh softly to the point where tears form in my eyes. He really is in love with me. And it feels good. I can honestly say I've never felt this way before.

Jackson comes back in, his hair wet, but in his change of clothes, before looking at me and seeing the tears on my face.

"Cecelia?" Just the way he says my name makes my heart melt. He makes his way over to me, to which he takes me in his arms, "Are you okay?"

"I'm so happy to be here with you."

"Aww, Cee, you don't have to cry over that."

"But I'm so happy."

He laughs, which melts me into him more as I start to laugh too. He rubs my back, now kissing the top of my head. Trying to let go of me, I don't move a muscle, "Does this mean that Cecelia Brown has a clingy side?"

I don't answer as I glare up at him. He keeps rubbing my back until I let go of him, and he plants a kiss on my lips. I place my hands on his shoulders before pulling him back in for more. He quickly pulls me onto his lap, to which I respond by running my fingers through his wet blonde hair. The kiss intensifies, as he places his hands on my sides underneath his shirt I'm wearing.

"Cecelia..." The way he's talking, I know exactly what he's asking for.

"I can't."

He doesn't beg, doesn't ask any further questions, he just looks me directly in the eyes and nods his head, "I understand. Don't worry about it. I'm just happy to have you."

"How did I get so lucky with you?" I ask quietly, feeling the pressure in my eyes from wanting to cry again.

"I can ask the same about you."

His hands slide up my back, "Just tell me when it's too much."

I nod my head, before he places his lips back on mine. I feel his hands slide under the back of my bra, but he doesn't move from there. I part from him, looking at him. I see his gentle, caring eyes and nod my head gently, to which he unclasps the bra with ease and helps me take it off, still keeping his t-shirt on. I know he means no harm, so I let his hands explore my body as he pulls me back in to taste me again.

I'm the one to pull away this time, as Jackson's hands make their ways back to my waist.

"Are you okay?" He asks me.

I smile back at him, "Perfect." I look and notice that my blush-colored lace bra is tangled up in his fingers, "Are you keeping that as a souvenir?"

He laughs, then dropping my bra to the floor. "No," he says, then gently lifting me and laying me down on his bed. With one more kiss on the lips, he gets up from the bed, "Excuse me," he says, before leaving the room.

My hands shake a bit from the nervousness I felt earlier, but all at the same time I feel so insanely comforted by his presence. I make my way under his covers, smiling softly as I inhale the scent of him in his blanket.

When he walks back into the room, he sees me under the covers, and he smiles. He joins me in bed, "By the way, you look amazing in my clothes."

"Can I have them?"

"The shirt, yes. The shorts... that's my only pair of those."

"Can I exchange these shorts for another shirt?"

"Yeah."

I get up from the bed and immediately go back to the dresser. I look through it, before looking back at Jackson, "Where are the sweatshirts?"

He points to his closet. I immediately see the huge bin of sweatshirts he has, and I find a Navy bananas sweatshirt to match the shirt I currently have on. I huff in his scent again, before going back to his dresser. I stand there, looking directly at Jackson as I take off his shorts, folding them nicely in my arms before setting them back where I had got them from. I look back at Jackson, and there is nothing but pure shock on his face.