Not In Commision - Read: Tasting Jeremy 2.0

Chapter Eighteen (18)

Matthews p.o.v

"Jeremy!" I called, chasing after him as he left me and the coach standing there shocked, maybe just horrified.

But I couldn't blame him, I would be too if one of the best players on my team quit.

Backing up awkwardly, I turned and started to walk after my shirtless boyfriend, in the distance I could hear coach yelling at them, and barking some demand to get hustling.

"Jeremy!" I whined, grabbing his arm, and spinning him around to face me. His face was red and he just caught himself before he bumped into me, "Are you alright?"

"Am I alright?" He chuckled, brushing my upper lip, "I should be asking you that." He sighed, "Im sorry." Leaning down, he pressed his lips to mine gently, slipping his tongue in my mouth teasingly before pulling away, "Lets go home." Jeremy mumbled, kissing me once more.

Nodding, I grabbed his hand and squeezed it.

We walked off the school property without talking, and we walked home without talking. It wasn't really awkward, other than the fact
my boyfriend was shirtless, and I could just feel the eyes of people
racking their eyes over my boyfriends chest.

"Let's go shower." Jeremy said, dropping all his things on the floor and walking ahead of me to the upstairs bathroom.

Mimicking his moves, I followed him up the stairs, stripping as I went so I only have to worry about taking off my underwear.

"Why is it so cold." I shivered as the water splashed my legs, "Like Jesus, are you trying to get sick?" I moved and twisted the tap, the water heating up almost instantly.

"No," Jeremy smiled, placing his hands on my waist and pulling me back against him.

"Hey!" I whined. How rude.

"Shush, Matt. Just shush." He whispered, running his hand up my flat stomach, and wrapping it under my armpit.

"What're you--" Gasping, my legs weakened and my shams shot out to grip the wall.

"Relax, Matthew." Jeremy said softly, his lips lingering over my ear, where he breathed out.

"Jesus." I shivered straightening back up, I removed his hands, and turned around to kiss him.

His lips up against mine erased the thought of earlier today, "Matt," Jeremy moaned, his mouth opening and his tongue leaving to probe at mine.

"Someone's a little hot." I teased, gripping his sides and pulling us both under the spray of water, just laying my head on his chest. "Do you think we should be together?"

Jeremy stiffened in my arms, and pulled away so we both were on either side of the shower nozzle,"What do you mean?"

"I don't even know," I reached up and grabbed his hand which was on my shoulder, "I just feel like we are causing a whole bunch of drama with us being together." I told him.

Frowning he shook his head, maybe in a disappointed way, but I could tell I was annoying him every time I brought up the topic. "What drama? If its about the soccer team, just drop it."

Frowning myself, I shrugged. I guess that was partially true, nothing really happened except for the soccer team. Hell I made friends, and everybody seems to accept the fact pretty well.

"Sorry." I snapped back, pulling back the shower curtain so I could leave him alone. He didn't have to act like such a dick. I'm sorry I cared.

"Wait, Matt!"

Huffing, I walked briskly to my bedroom stark naked, about to shut the door, but Jeremy caught up to me to fast and wedged his knee in the door as I tried to shut it.

"Go away."

"Matt, Im sorry alright? I shouldn't have told you to 'drop it'." I nodded, "I just don't want you to blame yourself for me quitting the team. It had nothing to do with you..."

Letting the door open, I mumbled "Sorry." Then grabbed myself a pair of boxers.

"Nooo." Jeremy wrapped his arms around my neck, "Im sorry, I wasn't thinking about how you felt about this whole thing," I shrugged, it was a whatever kind of thing. "Lemme go turn off the shower." Pulling away, Jeremy pointed towards the bed before leaving the room.

Sighing, I laid on the bed facing the wall, one arm tucked around my chest and the other resting on my side.

"Are you mad at me?" Jeremy mumbled, placing kisses along my back, and up my neck.

"No, just tired," I exaggeratedly sighed, "That workout today... How do you do it?" I groaned.

Laughing sexily he placed his arm on top of mine, "Your only feeling that now?"

"There is like this dull ache in my thighs, and my shoulders, I'm not sure if my knees do or I'm just imagining it."

Putting his mouth on my shoulder, he repeatedly lapped his tongue along the skin. "Right here?" He asked against my skin, biting down on it gently when I nodded. "You did really good today." Jeremy complimented. His hand running up and down my side, moving down past my hip and the back of of my leg to draw it up.

"What are you doing?" I whispered, exhausted.

"Nothing." He replied, his hand tracing my ass before slipping between my legs to place a soft squeeze to my balls.

"Jeremy." I gasped, grabbing his hand as it start to massage me from outside my underwear. "Stop," I whined when I wasn't able to gain control of his hand and stop him.

"Just relax," He said smoothly, his voice washing over me like a sweet melody.

"Just..." Sinking into the bed I reached behind me and grabbed the pillow, "Don't..." I made awkward hand motions that made me blush different shades of red, "Me when I'm asleep."

Jeremy leaned over and smiled at me as if I just said the cutest thing to him, "I respect that." He said before closing the space between our faces.

I woke up later that night with a weight laying across my stomach, my eyes opened slowly as I was able to comprehend it was getting harder to breath, "Jeremy?" I heard a grunt, and the weight on to top of my shifted, "What are you doing?" I grumbled, helping him move up to the pillow.

"I don't even know," Slumping back against the bed, he turned so his head was resting on my side, "Somebody was knocking on the door awhile ago." He mentioned.

"Did you answer it?"

"Nope, I fell asleep right after you stopped kissing me back. They knocked like a billion times though." He sighed, his arm going around my waist.

Oh great, what if it was something important, "Do you think they'll come back?"

I could faintly see Jeremy open his mouth to respond, but he got cut off by loud, obnoxious knocking.

"Speak of the knocking devil." He spat. Removing his arm, he nudged me. "Go see who it is."

Scoffing, I elbowed him in the ribs before getting up and taking the nearest quilt with me down stairs, and wrapping it around my waist.

The knocks continued until I turned on the kitchen light, then they all ceased.

Looking through the peep hole, my eyes landed on an older man, he has plain brown hair that looked like he had ran his hands through it a couple to many times, a fairly pointy nose, his cheeks were rounded, but very sharp features other than that. His eyes were a deep brown that searched the door.

"Who is it?" I asked, my eye not once leaving the peep hole.

"Gregory." He replied.

"Gregory who?"

Glaring at the door, he opened his mouth, "My name is Gregory Micheal, how about you open the door so I can talk to you, face to face." His voice grew annoyed, and all I could do was roll my eyes.

Unlocking the lock, I twisted the knob, opening the door only enough for me to get a good look at him, "Can I help you with something?" Arms folded over my chest I cocked my hips to the side.

"Are your parents..." He looked at my face, then my hair, "Home?"

"No, they went out for the week."

"What're there names?" He asked rudely.

"I don't see why I have to provide you with that information when I don't know why you are here." I narrowed my eyes, this guy was starting to piss me off.

His eyes narrowing as well, he took a step forward so he was up against the foot of the door, "Im not here to mess around kid. I know that my son lives in the house hold, and I will not. Will not. Leave until he comes here."

"There is only two men that live here!" I snarled back, "And they go by the name of Williams! Not Micheal. My fathers names are Owen and Tyler Williams!" I nearly stomped my foot on the floor.

His face quickly morphed into one of distaste, and disgust. "No... You... Then who had you..?" Gregory hesitantly asked.

"I'm adopted." I sighed, leaning my head against the door. "Now, what do you want with my dads?" I asked.

"I'm here for my son, Owen Randy."

My mind blanked, and that's when I felt arms wrap around my waist, and I leaned back against the warm chest.

What?

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Bum, bum, bummmmmm. This story needs a new name as well. It doesn't really have anything to do with Tasting Jeremy, so that might change in a couple of days.
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