Comic Nerd

It was date, the first you and Jason had enjoyed in a while. He was normally so busy doing God knows what. Truthfully, you didn’t want to think about it. You were less concerned about the trouble he was getting into, rather it was the danger.

But tonight he was here, safe, and all yours. He was treating you to a simple dinner. Neither one of you was a fan of fancy restaurants. Instead you both enjoy the simple things, so you were having your romantic date at a hole in the wall diner. Just how you liked it.

It was going well, as it always did. Jason’s rough exterior everyone told you about was always almost nonexistent when he was talking to you. The lights of the diner were dim, and you held hands across the table. He listened to you talk about your job.

Eventually, the two of you were about ready to go, with dinner eaten and your desire of eachother growing. “I am going to ask for a to-go box,”’ you said, standing up.

“I’ll do it,” he protested, as you knew he would. Jason was always doing things for you, especially with others around. His protective nature mixed with his distrust of most people.

“No no,” you replied, smiling at him, “I’ll do it, in exchange for what you’ll give me later.” You teased. As protective as he was, he was never controlling. “I’ll be right back,” you said, leaning in to kiss him on the cheek.

As you went to the counter of the bar you asked the waitress for a to-go box. She kindly handed you one when a gruff man at the bar with his friends asked, “Is that your boyfriend?”

Taken aback by the question, you felt your face flush. The harder you tried not to, the more you felt your cheeks heat up. “Uhhh, I-“ you stammered, unsure what to say.

He scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Figures,” he took a drink of his beer. As you grabbed the box to walk away, he pushed your back causing you to collapse on to the floor.

Jason was up out of his seat instantly, and you stood quickly. “Jason,” you said sternly, you knew where this was going. “I’m fine.”

“I am just going to talk to him,” he said, his tone calm, which was most chilling of all as you watched him approach your assailant.

-

Walking back into dingy studio apartment, you walked over to the bed. “Sit down and take your shirt off,” you ordered sternly, “You know the drill.” This was not your first time nursing his injuries.

He sighed, pulling his shirt off, revealing his muscular scarred torso. A few of the bruises were new, which you could tell very well. You had his every inch memorized. “I’m sorry,” he said with a groan, “But how could you expect me to let him get away with that?!”

You were silent, going into the fridge and grabbing a bag of frozen vegetables. You tossed him the pack, and he caught it, placing it on his new black eye. You went back over with a cold wash cloth and dabbed his other bruises.

“I know you’re mad,” he said, wincing softly as you addressed his bruises, “But he had it coming.” More silence. You didn’t know what to say. “I am working on it, for you. If he would’ve just said something I could have gotten over it, but he…. No one lays theirs hands on you, and I’m sorry but that’s not going to change.” He was firmer in his resolve now.

As you knelt between his legs, looking at the warrior before you, you sighed. “I don’t want to be the reason you get hurt.” It’s all you could say but it’s all you needed. You didn’t care he got mad or was even protective, but him having to come in and save you hurt him. You didn’t want to be the cause of more pain for him. “I don’t like seeing you like this, especially because of me.”

He grinned just a little, just enough for you both to know you two were ok. “This is nothing, I’ve died remember?”

You couldn’t help but laugh now, the rushes of emotions draining your decorum. Jason would do anything to make you laugh, even a joke like that. “I just can’t believe we got out of there before the police showed up.”

“I can’t believe I let those bastards get this many hits on me!” He exclaimed with another laugh. He patted his legs for you.

Smirking as you watched, you knew what it meant. You stood up, and let both of your legs straddle his, so now you were in his lap. Your arms instinctively wrapped around the back of his neck. “To be fair, there were five of them by the time his friends joined.”

Grinning he leaned in and planted small kisses on your neck, “Still,” he said between kisses, his proximity to your neck muffling his words. “You were distracting me.”

You let out a few very light moans then gasped a bit, “How is this my fault?”

“You’re too beautiful,” he said, working his way to your lips. He tossed his ice pack aside and smashed his lips into yours with a sense of messy passion. His hands gripped your hips but then slowly pushed your pantline down so he could start gripping your ass.

“Jason!” You gasped between kisses. “You’re still hurt!”

Back to kissing your neck, his hands were relentless in their quest to touch your naked body. “There is literally nothing on this Earth that can stop me from fucking you right now.” And he meant it.