New year, new me? Or whatever they say. [cw]

It just felt good to finally be able to feel somewhat normal again. Not thinking about what happened next because he was right where he wanted to be. His heart had already picked up a pace but the more their lips clashed, the more wild his heart seemed to get. And he wasnt even nervous or scared about it. He more enjoyed it and embraced it, as long as the hybrid held him like he did now. The mutter made made him hum, though the lick made him hesitate for a second. It was just the worry that he wouldnt know what he was doing, but on the other hand, it had been such a long time since summer and he was too eager to just stop it now.
So he opened his mouth and felt their tongues collide, pressing himself a little closer to the other young man, if that was soon possible at this point. It did feel quite messy but also intense, he couldnt quite explain just how different it was from a kiss. When Damiano broke off the kiss, he sighed and watched the saliva with eager eyes. He was definitely enjoying the moment. They went under the water and he couldnt make himself untangle from Damiano. It was just such a finally moment, finally they were able to just do this. With the running water and his own fleeting heartbeat, he heard Damiano whisper but not exactly what he said. “Hmm? What did you say?” He asked in a soft voice, looking up at the hybrid with a gentle smile over his lips.

Maybe he should have just pretended to have heard him because when he caught his eyes and then just said it, Jeremy's eyes visibly turned vulnerable as he looked at him. He was pretty sure that he was ready to melt like butter and give this hybrid all that he wanted in this world. He felt pretty warm already so he couldnt even feel himself blushing. But Damiano continued and it sent sweet shivers down his spine, in a way that felt quite new. Or maybe he just wasnt used to being swept off his feet like this. He smiled against the hybrid's lips and as the kiss was broken off, it seemed that Damiano really had to go all in. "Okay, Prince Charming, I've already taken my pants off for you so you dont have to swoon me like that." he chuckled but it felt nice, even if it was new. He just couldnt quite figure out how to react other than smiling like an idiot. "I love you too." he said in a soft tone, letting go of the hybrid to cup his face between his hands.

The tease made him roll his eyes a little but a small smile was over his lips. He grit his teeth slightly as Damiano grabbed his behind, looking down as he felt a little shy from not having the same kind of experience. “You’re enjoying this a little too much.” He mumbled, leaning up to kiss his chin gently and then his nose, as he was still cupping his face.
The notion that they should do something else than being lovey dovey, made Jeremy wrinkle his face with his nose slightly. “Havent you just been gone for a month? I think a bit more water wont be too bad.” He chuckled, though he did let go of his face. He realized that he might seem insincere as he never really had to worry about money. He got the soap and wanted to soap in the hybrid, so he didnt have to. A good excuse for the chance to touch more of his skin.

Getting out of the shower, he thanked him for the towel before he started drying off. The notion that Damiano could have had his hair cut made Jeremy chuckle. “I cant really see it either but I actually dont think it would look bad at all.” He admitted, though he did like the long hair too. His own hair was getting longer but luckily he knew how to deal with it, putting it into small dreads that just had their own life. “At least your hair doesnt take a whole day and maybe more to dry.” He remarked.
He got back into his pants, mostly out of manners before he followed Damiano to his room. He looked towards the desk, frowning a little as he could still remember the look on Damiano’s face when he had finally let go. It was an expression he never really wanted to see again, just because it hurt so much. “Yeah.” He mumbled a little distant. “Its just… odd to be back after what happened.” He remarked but didnt seem to mean it in a bad way, he lifted a hand to touch the scar. It had in all ways been quite traumatic experience but also so filled with raw emotion that it was maybe a bit much for a couple of young kids.

He didnt really react to Damiano’s apology but he hadnt wanted it anyway, so it was probably fine. He just zoned out a bit in his own thoughts, like he was thinking it through once more. Damiano moved closer and he looked at him though he probably didnt seem to be fully there. But then he touched his hand and took it and it was like he was brought back. He didnt mind holding hands, mostly because it was easy to feel that Damiano was being gentle and kind. It wasnt possessive or rough. Then he leaned forward and Jeremy was a little surprised to feel his lips on his neck. His heart started to pound but he wasnt going to give in to panic. “It’s something I’m not used to.” He replied like he was reminding himself.
He much preferred being kissed over being bitten but coming to that conclusion wasnt really that hard now that he had experienced both. The notion that he had been missed made him sigh as he drew in a deep breath. “I’d say show me… but you’re not exactly in shape for fooling around.” He said, to then realize he hadnt really been moving. He reached out and touched his arms gently, feeling the soft skin on his fingers.

The question made the nephilim frown a little before he chuckled and shook his head. “You’re crazy.” He remarked with a scoff. He touched his arms, still gently, brushing his fingers up and his lower arms. The murmur made his expression turn a little more serious as he gulped quietly. “I dont want you to get hurt.” He mumbled, though it was clear that he had something in mind. “Just kiss me.” He said softly, pulling a bit at the hybrid’s arms.

His wounds werent too bad, or at least he knew that he had tried worse. The nurse was definitely not happy as she realized there had been a fight, but somehow promised to keep quiet about it to the principal. Kurtis wouldnt dare think of what trouble he would be in if his father found out, but being who he was, he would not care about it. They got out and he listened to Zaira as she insisted that he shouldnt go home. “We’ll be lucky if they havent heard already.” He argued with a sigh.
She handed him his card and he took it, chuckling a little at her words. “Dont sweat it. It’s not like I’m in need of money right now.” He insisted, though she could be in debt to him if that was what she wanted. “He knows how to pack a punch or two, that’s for sure.” He mumbled with a soft chuckle, lifting a hand to feel his sore jaw.

“I’d rather have you stay here.” He mumbled as she got up. His head just felt like it was spinning, but then again it wasnt that often that he was beat up by someone who didnt mind bruising his face up. So the punches had given him a small headache. He quietly thanked her for the pills as she got back and gulped them down in a long sip. “What you dont like dirt, spit and blood?” He asked in teasing, watching her as she walked off. He didnt like wearing the uniform anyway.
When she returned, he took the clothes and started unbuttoning his shirt. Her question made him scoff. “I can do it.” He said a little stubborn, and for now it was fine. He had lost a little weight so the shirt wasnt a tight fit, not that it had ever been. “My mom struck me.” He said quite casually as he was focusing on getting his shirt off. It was just his way of opening up in a sense even if it was all so sudden. Making it sound trivial, like it didnt bother him as much as he had shown the last couple of weeks.

He noticed her surprise but her words just made him scoff with a faint smile over his lips. “If it was just that simple.” He remarked. But legally it just wouldnt work out, and the last thing he wanted was more eyes on Zaira and her family. He got into the clean shirt, feeling her adjust it a little which he didnt mind. “Like shit?” He mumbled as he made a slight shrug, reaching down to touch her hand. Well at least he could feel how genuine she was in her words through her emotions. “I dont think you should start trying to go head to head with my father” he warned her as his thumb gently rubbed the back of her hand. “He’s sick enough to hurt his own son, so I dont know what he would do to you, but I would fucking hate it if it hurts you.”

He agreed with her but he probably didnt have to say that. She leaned in and he closed his eyes as she kissed his cheek. Her words sounded almost like a plea, though he just hummed, not in agreement but to let her know he heard. She continued and he opened his eyes with a small frown. “I’m tired of good grades and attendance for a shithead that doesnt deserve a son to be proud of.” He admitted after her please, looking at her with a serious expression. “No matter what I do, I cant win. Do well, then nothing happens. Do bad and bad things happens.”