A Touch Of Sin [BxB] - Chapter 42: Chapter 42

Callum's POV:
As I sit in the plane, gazing out the window that overlooks the weathered grass of the country I've resided in for the past year, I begin to feel nervous for my return home.
I got to see Jake twice while I was away.
The first time, I surprised him. I didn't tell him I was coming home and arrived at his foster parents' house out of the blue.
I had been talking to Jake all morning while I was in the airport and in the taxi. His foster parents were out.
Quietly, I edge around the side of the house. I slip inside the sliding door and pad gently across the tiles, heading towards Jake's room. I can hear the loud, clashing music booming from his stereo. Drawing a deep breath, I inch the door open. He's bent over his desk, his pen between his lips as he glares down at a piece of paper before him. A few messy sentences have been scrawled on the lines, only to have been crossed out.
He's shirtless. That was the first thing I noticed. His arms. God, I have missed those arms. They're bigger than they were when I left. He told me he goes to the gym five days a week now to let out his 'sexual frustration'. I'm happy about that. Much better than moving on with someone else.
His brow is creased as he looks down, as if hoping the words will magically appear on their own.
"Think any harder and you might hurt yourself," I grin.
Jake startles so violently that his knee hits his desk, sending his cup of pens clattering across the table. He whirls to face me, wide-eyed and open-mouthed. I casually lean against his wall, loosely flinging my hands into my pockets.
"Hey," I say. "What's up?"
"What?" he splutters, scrambling to his feet. "Is this real?"
"I sure hope so."
"How..." he trails off, before snapping himself out of his shock. He stalks towards me. "Fuck the what and the how. I need you."
He pulls me towards him and I tangle my fingers through his hair. He desperately gropes at my shirt and it's off and over my head within seconds.
His kisses send a wave of hot spikes through my veins. I've needed this. I've missed it so much.
We fall across his sheets as the kiss deepens.
We finally pause for a beat. He stares into my eyes, cupping my face.
"I've missed you more than you can ever imagine."
"Bet I missed you more," I reply, before stealing another kiss from him.
I relish every touch, every movement, imprinting it into my mind so when we're apart again, I can relive this moment over and over.
We are so desperate to be with each other that once isn't enough. We can't stop. In the back of my mind, I wonder how the hell I am going to leave again. Even if it's only for a few months. I can't possibly be away from this. From him.
We eventually detangle ourselves from each other in a hot, sweaty mess. We plan to shower before his foster parents return only to end up against the glass door of the shower. Shampoo bottles clutter the floor and the soap slides across the ground as things get far too steamy between us.
The only thing that stops us is hearing the car door slam. Pulling away from each other and dressing ourselves is near-impossible but we manage to be decent when they return inside.
I stay for dinner, before I surprise Ma next. I'm only home for three days. Ellie and Haze make a spontaneous trip to visit me. I spend majority of my time in bed with Jake. I made sure I saw everyone, but if I'm being honest, I just wanted time with Jake.
I can't tell if the goodbye this time was harder or easier. Both, in some ways.
"You look nervous," Rhett says, shifting so that his knee bumps mine.
"I am."
"What are you nervous about?"
"I'm not entirely sure," I admit, shifting so that I'm resting onto the side. "Worried things will be different."
"Change is good," he offers. "Healthy."
I know what he's referring to. Rhett has been my best friend while I've been away. He's completely transparent about his feelings, which he displayed one night after a few of us snuck out to a local bar that didn't card. He kissed me that night. More than once. Guilt grips my stomach as I think back to how in a few moments of weakness, I kissed him back.
I won't ever forget the look on Jake's face. The horror, as he stared, barricaded away from me through the glass, seeing Rhett and me at the airport. Knowing we'd be away together. It must have killed him. And if he finds out what happened, it would.
The second trip, I told everyone and planned the week, because it was our school formal.
Jake walks out from the bathroom, tugging at his collar nervously. His dark hair flops across his forehead and he shoves it out of the way. His piercing blue eyes flicker up to me as he chews his lip.
"Well?" he asks.
"Fucking hot."
He grins, rolling his eyes. "Yeah?"
"Hell yeah."
I tug him towards me and adjust his poorly-assembled tie. I brush my hands over the shoulders of his suit blazer and smile at him.
"Perfect."
"I feel like a clown."
"A beautiful clown," I say, kissing his nose with a quick peck.
Ma tears up as she takes a series of photos of us. Jake's foster parents come over and meet Ma for the first time. They all insist we get a hundred photos, but I don't mind. I want to remember this moment forever.
Ellie organised a limo for us. We're getting picked up first, then swinging by Grant's where Kat, Tommy and a girl in our year named Marissa, will be. Ed and his date are the last ones to be picked up before we arrive at school.
Jake and I chug a beer or two each before we leave. I hold his hand in mine the entire ride. I don't want to ever let go.
Since I've been away, Jake has improved himself in many ways. To keep distracted, he goes to the gym, actually tries at school and has managed to save up almost a thousand dollars, which is such a huge accomplishment. I'm so proud of him.
Everyone bombarded me with questions the entire trip about what it's like over there, what kind of work I've been doing, about the people I've met. I can't help but get passionate as I describe what it's like to teach people so eager to learn. It's incredible.
"How much longer now?" Grant asks.
"Another four months."
"It'll fly by, I'm sure," he says, flicking a glance to Jake.
"Yeah, I'm sure it will."
Jake squeezing my hand only makes the guilt ooze out stronger. I can't tell him now. Not when I'm not back. It would ruin our time together.
The music is loud, everyone is talking and my head is spinning from the alcohol. I have missed this place and everyone in it.
"I'm so glad you came back for this," Jake says quietly, bringing my hand to his lips and kissing it.
"Me too."
"Soon you'll be back for good and this long-distance shit will all be over," he smiles. "I can't wait."
The pain I feel is spreading like poison through my veins. With a forced smile, I nod.
I'm going to ruin everything.
"What's the first thing you're going to do when you get back home?" Rhett asks me, running his long fingers through his unruly hair that has become far too long during the trip.
Admitting that banging Jake in the airport bathroom is what I'd ideally like to do, would probably hurt Rhett's feelings.
I shrug. "I just want to see my dog."
"Cute," Rhett smiles. "I miss my bratty little sisters, as much as they annoyed the shit out of me when I came home each time."
I laugh at that. "It's funny how that works."
"Hey, so, look," Rhett awkwardly begins and I internally groan and close my eyes, flinging my head back into the head rest. Here we go. "About, what happened..."
"Can we not do this?" I deadpan.
"I obviously get that it's you and Jake. You love him, whatever. But you can't ignore what happened with us."
"I'm going to try."
Silence.
I wince, opening my eyes and witnessing his shocked expression. The hurt in his eyes is a kick in the gut.
"I didn't mean that."
"Yep."
"That was really shit of me to say," I sigh. "I'm sorry. You didn't deserve that."
"Are you going to tell him?" he asks and the sharpness in his voice makes me nervous.
"Yes."
"When?"
"I don't have an exact time and location planned," I snap, suddenly feeling frustrated with him. "Just cool it, would you?"
"This situation is pissing me off. There's obviously something here. You can't just pretend it's not."
"No, what's frustrating is that I'm dating Jake and you don't seem to understand that," I angrily whisper back.
"Yeah, you seemed to recall that when your tongue was in my mouth."
"Fuck you," I hiss.
"Fuck you, too," he snaps back, before leaning over and kissing me.
I whirl back and my shoulder hits the window.
"Rhett."
"Callum."
"You can't do that."
"I just did."
I scramble to my feet and stumble down the corridor, my heart banging inside my chest. I fall into the tiny bathroom cubicle and lean onto the sink, feeling nauseous.
I'm going to hell.