W/N - "wove" = love/ sorry it took so long I keep getting all these CW projects, so ugg/yay!
(Nathan's POV)
"Where are we going?" Jay asked for the umpteenth time. "No," I answered. "That is not an answer!" he whined again.
"I'm sorry Jay but it is a surprise, I just can not tell you, love." I said slowly, hoping he would understand what I was saying.
"B-but, but... but I wove you." he whimpered. "Jay! You can't use those words just to get what you want!" I scold. He hangs his head low before looking at me with his biggest, bluest puppy eyes.
"Oh Jay, I'm sorry, come here." I motioned for him to sit on my lap, and he did. "Now what would the lovely Jay McGuiness like?" I asked innocently.
"Hmm, I would like a bouquet of Guiness'," he said before nuzzling my neck. I chuckled at his response, only Jay would ask for alcohol when he knew I would tell him where we were going.
"Nathy?" he whispered against my neck, sending chills through my body. I loved the way we affected each other, but I'm also scared of how this might end. I place my forehead lightly against his.
"What?" I ask, my breath tickling his lips. He gasps before blushing furiously. "When will we be, um... together?" Jay played with my shirt, buttoning and unbuttoning it. "Soon, real soon," I cooed. He always got restless with titles, but usually he hates them. He's so upset about not being my boyfriend that he can't even sleep if he's not in my arms. What he doesn't know is that this trip to paradise is when I ask him to be my boyfriend.
"When?" he questioned. "A-after the trip," I lied. He raised his eyebrow, catching my lie. He groaned in frustration but brushed it off ultimately. I cupped his face, staring into his sapphire eyes.
"I love you," I whisper as he looks down at his hands. I love you too, but you're hiding something," he complains. "I know, I'm sorry, in a few days I will have no secrets, what so ever." I assure him. He just nods before pecking my lips.
He smells like mixed berry cheesecake, his new favourite meal at the moment. Nicely. After a while of making out, my phone goes off. I check to see who's calling while Jay kisses my neck. What is it with this guy and hickeys! I read my phone before having a panic attack. I push Jay off me as I hear a thud. Shit, I just dropped my boyfriend, no he's not my boyfriend, grrrr. He gets up as I run to get the few things I had forgotten.
"Oh my god, oh my god. Jay we need to leave now!" I yell before something hard and plastic-y gets shoved into my mouth. I hear the familiar hushing sound my inhaler makes as I breathe in and out, regaining my bearings.
"Thanks," I mumble breathlessly. Jay pulls me into his arms and kisses the top of my head. I don't know what I'd do without Jay some times. I kiss his plump lips, lingering there for a while.
"I suppose we have to leave," Jay sighs. Jay begins to yawn and I feel quite ashamed. He might hate me for what I've done to him behind his back. The poor mate.