Author: Hotarunokurai

Title: What A Pair: Of Work and Play

Summary:A series of one shots about two young lovers. Will switch between the first person perspectives of both and third person perspective as I feel like it.

Perspective: First Person. Jaxith Carson

Warnings: Two males in love with eachother. Genitalia reference and swearing. Don't like it? Don't read it.

Other: Jax is a horn dog. Aisha is a longtime friend and hallmate. Cargan's nickname is Carrie. Wanted this one to be written in a way that you don't really realize Cargan's gender until the end. Tell me if it worked.

Of Work and Play

“Come on, Jax…I’m trying to study.” As much as my lover tried to protest, the words still came out on a breathy moan. I took this as a good sign and continued to nibble on the shell of his ear.

“It’s just Russian History,” I said as nonchalantly as I could while trying to not get a mouthful of my love’s thick bark brown hair. “Who gives a damn? Lenin was bad, vodka is good and there’s a Romanov princess wandering around somewhere. Voila. You’re done.” I reached forward to grab the textbook.

“Jax. This class counts as a history credit, which I only need one more of and you know how bad I am with….mmmmmm, God, don’t do that when I’m trying to make a point…And I need to pass to get the credit…Quit it. That’s not fair…Ohhh…If I pass, I’ll have enough hours to be a senior and if you...Oh, Christ on a cracker, that feels great…I mean, quit…Don’t do tha—Oh fuck…” The words dropped off into guttural, wonderful noises that I loved to hear. I knotted my fingers in that wild brunette mop and tilted my lover’s head back, my mouth moving along the pale column of throat as I reveled in the magnificent noises that beautiful throat was making.

And I was thoroughly enjoying myself too, until the knocking echoed around the dorm room. I released my love and despite my protests, the intruder was given entry.

“What the hell do you want, Aisha,” I snarled, half out of pent up sexual frustration.

The redhead smiled cutely and asked in a sickeningly sweet tone, “Did I interrupt something?”

“No. I was trying to study.”

“Yes. Go the fuck away.”

Our words came out at the same time and, when I turned to glare, I felt myself trapped beneath an emerald gaze I’d never been able to escape. I sighed and flopped onto my bed, glaring at the ceiling.

“Well, I was just wondering when you guys wanted to go to the dining hall,” the redheaded girl continued in a bright voice. “It’s taco night and you know if you don’t get there early, you’ll get naught but moldy peanut butter and jelly.”

“ ‘Naught but moldy peanut butter and jelly’,” I snorted. “Who gave you a Shakespeare book, Ai?”

As usual, she ignored me. “Well, Carrie? When do you and the lummox want to head out?”

“I’d say five o’clock,” I could hear the smile in that wonderful voice and closed my eyes so I could picture the face that went with it. “Is that all right with you, Jax?”

“Sure,” I grunted, remembering just what those smiling lips could do and trying not to let the heat coiling in my stomach move any further south than they were already. “Whatever.”

I heard them talking to each other but had long since stopped focusing on them and retreating into my own thoughts. Think about sports, I told myself. Think about schoolwork. Think about the dean in a bikini.

Yup. That did it. Sexual urges all but gone for just about forever.

I heard the door close and cracked open an eye. “She gone?”

A soft scoff and the scraping of a chair across our hardwood floor. I closed my eye and let my thoughts drift again. Hmm… Wonder where that damn rug went that we’d bought at the beginning of the year. Have to search the closets later.

Something soft touched my forehead in a brushing motion that moved a bit of hair that’d been tickling my eyebrow. Opening both eyes, I saw two forest green eyes and a soft smile.

“Sorry, Jax,” I heard as those pretty pink lips lowered to replace the fingertips on my forehead.

“About Aisha or the fact that you were about to choose me over school?”

Ok. So that was a bit harsh. I know how hard my sweet angel worked to maintain the reputation of straight A student. And I’m sure being an English major wasn’t the easiest path. Especially with the person the next bed over always wanting to get in your pants.

I heard a sound that was a mix of a laugh and a sigh as the bed sagged under our combined weight. A slim hand with the slender fingers of an artist traced patterns on my torso and I felt a slight, wonderful burning sensation in their wake.

“You know I’d choose you over everything else.” The words were whispered in my ear and I couldn’t stop my lips from turning up in a smile.

My wonderful angel.

My brilliant English major.

My Cargan Finn.

My magnificent boyfriend.