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Jax shoved his cold fingers deeper into the pockets of his hoodie as he cut across the university village apartments' parking lot, the night air unforgivingly biting his face. He knew he should have been more serious—his college tuition wasn't cheap and he could have at least pretended to study back in his own dorm room—but his brain had been chewing itself to pieces all week. With the semester ending, deadlines were stacking and his work hours at Spudsy's weren't forgiving nor flexible. His short fuse was firing at the worst times—all of it was enough to make him feel like a walking warning label.
His therapist wasn't cheap either. Thankfully his family's insurance was able to help cover most of the cost reluctantly, but it all felt like a waste when he was being fed the same rhetoric: "Treating people like they're toys will continue to worsen your own health." Easy to say, hard to live by. Jax tried, though. Pomni had a way of holding him accountable without making him feel like a total monster. He stopped harassing his shift manager Gangle, and his roommate Zooble was now tolerating him enough to have helped him dye his hair purple. "Have you tried catharsis yet?" Jax had tried catharsis; surprisingly, it followed through to some results. His arms had become more toned and any built up anger he had was channeled into his punching bag. Zooble even tried it out a couple times.
Jax's sneakers dragged a little as his hurried pace eased into a slow walk, not because he was tired but because he kept second-guessing himself. Pomni texted him earlier explaining that her roommate (and one of their coworkers) Ragatha was gone for the weekend to visit her girlfriend Loo, and that'd they would have the entire dorm apartment to themselves. The thought of finally having some privacy with his partner was thinking Jax hadn't realized he craved. A part of him craved her company all week. The other part... well, he'd been wound tight for days, his body reminding him of all the frustrations his brain was already circling. By the time he reached the steps to her dorm, his pulse had picked up.
Jax knocked and Pomni opened the door a few moments later. Her short brown hair had some frizz and she wore a loose blue shirt with grey shorts. "Ah- hey, Jax," Pomni's eyes trailed up and widened seeing his face. "Oh, you dyed your hair," she said nonchalantly.
Jax's face quickly burned with embarrassment before he quipped back, "Zooble said the purple dye would fit with my skin tone. Blame them for having bad taste if you don't like it."
Pomni quickly shook her head and waved her hands up. "No no I didn't mean it in a bad way. I think it looks good, actually. It makes your eyes pop."
Jax relaxed before awkwardly clearing his throat and then smiling cheekily. "Well, aren't you gonna let me in or what?"
She snorted and stepped aside, letting him walk in. Pomni was right, Ragatha was gone along with some belongings Jax noticed were missing, and Jax felt the weight in his shoulders ease just a little as he walked inside. Ragatha had been one of Jax's many targets. He hated her especially because of her constant attempt at a bubbly attitude. After he gave his apology, things had been tense. Ragatha hesitantly accepted it and like Gangle, kept him at a distance. At work, she would wave and greet him briefly before continuing to assemble orders.
The dorm apartment was quiet and a the small lamp next to the couch cast a dim pool of light across the main room. The other, harsher source of light was the TV with a paused shot of two men in an abandoned building with ghost hunting equipment. Looking closely, Jax assumed Pomni was watching Ghost Files.
"You know," Pomni said, closing the door behind her, "a simple 'hey, I wanna hang out' text would have sufficed. You don't need to show up like a brooding protagonist."
"I wasn't brooding," Jax replied, falling backwards onto the couch. "I'm just... atmospherically challenged. Besides, Ragatha isn't here and I don't want to leave you lonely for a weekend."
Pomni raised an eyebrow before following suit and sitting besides him. "I don't think that's a thing." Jax quickly crawled over to lay his head on her lap and closed his eyes.
"It is now."
"Actually, I think that's just an autism diagnosis," Pomni corrected. Her fingers began to gently comb through his hair. She'd have to thank Zooble later for convincing him to grow his hair out a little longer. "Are you feeling well?"
Jax opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling. He spared a quick glance at Pomni before looking back at the ceiling again. "I'm doing just as fine as everyone else," he replied, "and I'm totally going to crush my finals."
There it was—denial would always be Jax's best friend. "O-kay," Pomni drawled out the 'o,' "and I'm assuming your therapist knows you're in tip top shape as well."
Jax hummed in acknowledgment before turning his focus to the TV. "Which episode of Ghost Files are you on?"
"I just restarted my binge," Pomni replied. She took the remote that was sitting next to the lamp. "I'll restart the episode so you can have the full watch experience." If Jax wanted to ignore his problems, Pomni would let him do so tonight.
Jax hummed again and Pomni restarted the episode.
Jax squinted to see the clock above the TV. They had watched a few episodes and it was now 3 AM. During the binge, Pomni got up to return the blood flow to her legs and reheated some food Ragatha prepared for Pomni during her trip to visit Loo. Jax fell asleep for 30 minutes on a proper pillow this time after eating and woke up to Pomni gently squeezing and rubbing his ankle on the other side of the couch, her eyes still attached to the TV.
She's pretty.
A tired smile lingered on Jax's face for a moment. He sat up, popping a few joints. Pomni let go of his ankle and continued to watch the stupid shit Shane and Ryan were doing on TV.
Jax leaned forward and gently tugged on her sleeve. He buried his face in her shoulder and muttered under his breath, "Are you tired?"
When Jax and Pomni first established their relationship, they knew it would not be a traditional one. The two of them loved each other but not in a romantic sense, but they were still committed enough to push into something deeper. When the two spoke about sex for the first time, they established two firm boundaries: If one party isn't in the mood, masturbation was your best friend, and if Jax wanted sex, he could gently tug on Pomni's sleeve.
Pomni looked down and tucked a loose strand of purple hair away from his eyes. "Are you in the mood?" she asked.
Jax nodded and let go of her sleeve. "Yeah, I shouldn't have done anything though; I don't have a condom on me or anything."
Pomni chuckled and pat his head before slipping out of his grasp. "Give me a moment.."
Jax watched as Pomni opened the door into her bedroom. She disappeared for a minute before coming out and throwing a condom in his face. He took the condom in his hand and narrowed his eyes. "Did you actually get my size?"
Pomni plopped beside Jax and grinned. "Just in case."
"That's awfully convenient." Jax grinned. "That must have been an embarrassing purchase."
Pomni's laughter sounded like a chorus of bells. Jax leaned forward and kissed her cheek, interrupting her small fit. Pomni's smile softened into something less mischievous and more expectant. The teasing spark between them didn’t fade so much as deepen, the silence suddenly louder than the teases they’d been sharing. Jax twirled the foil packet once between his fingers before tearing it open, his eyes never leaving hers. The space on the couch seemed to shrink, pulling them both into the same breath.
Jax quickly snapped out of the trance—the couch would be hard to clean up. He pocketed the condom and scooped Pomni in a bridal pose. Pomni shrieked in surprise before falling into a quiet fit of giggles.
Jax carried her to her bedroom and shut the door with his foot. Pomni was smaller than him and thankfully easy to carry. The extra strength in his arms helped to ease the journey as well.
Once he lay her down on the mattress, Jax crawled over her body and pulled her sleeve slightly down to kiss her shoulder. Meanwhile, his fingers hooked themselves over her waist band. The room was dark with the only lighting coming from the harsh light buzzing of the TV that came through the small crack beneath the door. That's fine. It's sexier this way.
Pomni sighed and lay her arms above her head. While she wasn't the biggest fan of intercourse, Jax always made sure they were both satisfied, and it was something she could appreciate. Knowing she was able to deliver pleasure was enough to please her still.
Jax slid Pomni's waistband to her knees and lifted her shirt to kiss her stomach this time. His excitement caused him some trouble with slipping down her underwear before finally managing and pressing a gentle kiss against her vulva. Pomni shivered and reached out to run her fingers through his long hair again. Jax held her hand instead while he put the condom on.
Before inserting himself, Jax took his thumb and gently rubbed circling near her clit until finally finding the perfect pressure and pace for the bundle of nerves. Pomni whined and squeezed the hand he offered her. Jax leaned forward again to kiss her lower jaw, shushing her in a comforting tone.
Jax sat up again when he felt Pomni was wet enough. He gave her one last kiss on the nose before slowly penetrating her. This time he hissed as he felt her tightly clench around him, and her nails dig into his joints.
Once fully inserted, Jax spoke up. "How are you doing, Pom-pom?" His voice wavered out embarrassingly.
Pomni took deep breath before slightly relaxing and squeezing his hand again. "I'm good," she breathed out, "I'm good."
Jax grinned. "I'm ready when you are."
"I'm ready," Pomni replied quickly. "I'm with you."
Jax gave her a small nod in acknowledgement before slowly moving his hips in a repetitive thrusting motion, establishing a delicate pace before snapping his hips forward.
The two were welded together for a few intense minutes. Pomni occasionally let out what sounded like a mewl while Jax was embarrassingly lewd, groaning in her ear and biting his lip. His endurance begun to push itself in anticipation for her to orgasm. It didn't take too long as Pomni clenched around him one last time and let out a muffed moan. Moments later, Jax was riding out his own orgasm, burying his face in the mattress next to her head.
Jax gently pulled his cock out and kissed her forehead. Pomni brushed her fingers against his chest, and kissed his lower jaw in return.
Yea, things will be fine...