Two Weeks Between Love and Hate

The two exchanged a look of surprise before Jason finally broke the silence.

“What’s this all about?” he asked, pulling out his ear buds, actually sounding somewhat concerned. The petite redhead stared up at the man, fear flickering in her eyes, as if she expected him to lash out at her again. Appearing confused, she slowly realized he wasn’t screaming at her.

“What?”

“What’s the deal with all this stuff you were carrying?” He asked again as he motioned towards the items that had spilled out of her bag. Jillian was still a bit dazed as she turned to look at the lawn. Her eyes widened as she spotted all her clothes and items scattered across the grass, including her underwear and lingerie.

“Oh shit!” she quickly scrambled to collect her belongings on her hands and knees. He watched for a moment before he slowly approached the mess, retrieving a shirt and a single heel.

“Here,” he spoke quietly as he offered the items to her. Jillian glanced over at Jason, her expression shifting from curiosity to anger in an instant. She snatched the items from his hands, the rude gesture making him scowl.

“Well, are you going to answer my question?” he asked once more.

Jillian scowled and resumed gathering her belongings. “And why should I bother telling you a fuckin thing? Why do you even care?” She shot back, her tone filled with spite.

Jason sighed heavily, trying to keep his own anger in check. He couldn’t take thinking about last night anymore. Another argument was only going to lead to more pain and sleepless nights.

“Listen, what I said last night, it was messed up...”

She glared back at him. “Oh, really, which part dick head? When you called me a whore? Or when you mocked my anorexia?”

Her words made him visibly flinch. Another heavy sigh escaped him as he struggled to meet her gaze.

“All of it, I guess. Look, we both said shit and I—” he began, but was interrupted by the sound of Jillian zipping up her bag, now holding it tightly against her chest.

Jillian stood up and began to walk away from the scene.

“Hey hold on!” Jason shouted, jogging a little to catch up and grabbing her arm.

“Don’t fucking touch me!” she nearly screamed. He quickly withdrew his hand and stepped back. “Jesus Christ, I’m just trying to fuckin apologize here.”

Her glare met his gaze as she looked up at him. “Well, I’m not buying it and apology not accepted,” she spat back the same words he told her the night before.

Jason could feel his anger quickly rising again. “So, what, you’re just gonna let a few mean words dictate your life? You’re gonna run away like some petulant child? I always knew you were a coward, but this is a new low even for you. Abandoning your family like this,” his frustration reaching a breaking point. Not even realizing the hypocrisy of his words.

“Don’t act like you know a goddamned thing about my life!” Jillian screamed as she saw red, the bag falling from her grasp as her hands shoved against his chest.

Jason barely even budged when Jillian pushed him with all her might. As a result, she was the one that ended up toppling backward onto the ground, wincing in pain as she landed on her butt hard.

“Ow fuck, my ass,” she groaned in agony through clenched teeth.

Jason struggled to keep from grinning as her attempt to push him had backfired spectacularly. Though a small bit of sympathy passed through him as he stared down at her, grabbing at her backside. He extended a hand to help her up, but Jillian hesitated, shooting him a stubborn glare. “You’re right. It was unfair of me to assume anything. Can’t we just like, call a truce for now or something?”

For a moment, they stared each other down in silence. After a failed attempt to stand up on her own, she reluctantly accepted his hand, and he effortlessly pulled her back up.

Even with Jason’s help, pain shot through Jillian’s body while she couldn’t quite regain her footing. Her legs lacked their normal strength as they shook beneath her. She fell against him, steadying herself by grabbing onto the jacket of his tracksuit. Gritting her teeth at having to rely on him, she was caught off guard when a pheromone infused bomb exploded in her senses. She’d always been overly sensitive to smell, and Jason’s post run scent was like a jab straight to the pleasure center of her brain. She quickly tilted her head down to press her forehead against his chest to hide her expression. Her face flush with unexpected arousal and her wobbly legs even weaker now.

Jason watched as Jillian struggled to remain standing. He still tried not to touch her at this point, holding his hands away from her. “You alright?”

“S-shut up.”

The worry he felt left him confused. After all, this was the same girl who had made his teenage years a living nightmare and who he had been actively fighting with since he arrived. The white knuckles that were clutching onto his tracksuit made him suspect there was more going on.

Finally, Jillian spoke up again. “I…I can’t move my legs,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Arching an eyebrow, Jason repeated her words, “You can’t move your legs?”

She nodded quickly in confirmation, still avoiding directly looking at him.

“We should probably get you inside and checked out. If you really can’t move your legs, you might have broken your tailbone or even slipped a disc.” Jason said with mild concern.

Jillian felt his hands on her body, as he started lifting her. Panic washed over her as she imagined him seeing her flushed face and mocking her with that same awful smirk from last night. “He is gonna think I am getting turned on by him touching me!” Her thoughts raced. She was getting turned on, but that was beside the point.

“H-hey, w-wait,” she stammered out in protest

Jillian reflexively covered her face with her hands. Before she knew it, Jason’s arm was around her waist, and he reached down to pick up the backpack. Peeking through her fingers, she found herself staring down at the sidewalk as she hovered above it.

“What the fu-?” She mumbled. Confusion helped rid her of the arousal she had been feeling. It was still there, just taking a momentary backseat.

Jason had hoisted her up like a small animal, his arm snug around her midsection, tucked up against his side. “Quit squirming before I drop you,” he cautioned.

“Who the fuck carries someone like this?” she protested in annoyance, yet relieved he couldn’t see her face.

“I guess I do,” he replied nonchalantly. Jillian sighed as he continued to tote her along like a parent carrying a child throwing a tantrum, her arms and legs dangling underneath her. Her backpack draped over his other shoulder.

Jason carried her back to his home, walking in and headed straight into the office again. Holding her over a small loveseat, he released her as close as he could to it. She let out a small, “Oof” as she was dropped onto the sofa. Trying to sit upright, she winced at the pain before rolling to her side.

“How’s your legs?”

Jillian frowned at his question. “They still feel really weak and shaky,” she admitted, starting to worry a bit herself that she broke something. Her butt still was still throbbing painfully as well.

Jason reached up and unzipped his jacket. Jillian’s eyes quickly shot over to the noise. Watching as he pulled off the top of his tracksuit, her eyes traced the lines of muscle along his biceps. They darted back and forth between his arms and the outline of his torso, barely hidden by the sweat soaked fabric of his tank top that now clung to his form after his long run. Her heart pounded in her chest, and she squeezed her thighs together. Unable to help the soft whimper that came out as she was assaulted by his scent again.

“You don’t look so good? You feeling alright aside the pain?” Jason asked, raising an eyebrow catching her staring at him. She looked feverish to him.

“Umm...” Jillian scowled, avoiding his gaze. “I’m fine, just a little sore is all,” she replied, trying to change the subject.

Jason took a few steps closer to her. Her head tilting up as he got closer, eyes taking on an almost fearful look. as he loomed over her, even more so now that she was laying down.

“W-what?” A slightly excited curiosity in her voice.

“Roll on to your stomach, and I’ll take a look at your back and legs,” Jason suggested. “I did a semester of sports medicine in my last year of college, so I know a bit about injuries.” He’d picked up boxing a few years before that and needed something to keep him busy, so it seemed like a good class to take.

Jillian shot Jason a skeptical glance at the offer, mistrust written all over her face.

“Look, I swear I’m just trying to help. I already said sorry and that I felt bad.”

Why was he the one apologizing again? It’s not like she was exactly innocent last night, either. She let out a slight grumble but complied with his request, rolling on to her stomach. The oversized sweats and baggy hoodie didn’t do her any favors, making her look a bit frumpy.

“Alright, I’m going to examine your spine first and make sure everything’s in place,” he explained. She nodded, resting the side of her head on her arms, facing the back of the couch.

Jason rubbed his hands together to warm them up. Leaning over Jillian’s body, he reached out and started to pull her hoodie up.

“Whoa, hey!” she exclaimed, quickly reaching back pulling it back down.

“What, what!?” he asked, a bit surprised at her sudden complaint.

“What the fuck are you doing, you pervert?”

“I already told you, I’m checking out your spine. What’s the problem?”

“I didn’t think you were gonna strip me.” Jillian’s words came out a bit sheepishly, showing her discomfort at the idea of him seeing the bare skin of her midsection and lower.

“I’m not, I just…Ughhh,” his patience was wearing thin with this infuriating woman.“Look, I promise I’ll do my best to not make things weird, alright?” Jason tried to remain calm, but it was getting harder by the second.

Jillian let out a frustrated sigh. “Alright, fine. Just get it done with then,” she relented, burying her face in the couch cushion and crossing her arms over her head.

Without another word, Jason reached out and pulled her hoodie up, again. Her body visibly tensed as her back and sides were exposed. She was extremely thin, her vertebrae protruding against her skin much more than they should be. The look she’d given the night before making much more sense to him.

Jason had that same gnawing feeling in his gut as another wave of guilt washed over him. He’d planned to stand his ground, but instead, he ended up regretted his choice of words from last night. He gently wrapped his hands around her disturbingly small midsection. More guilt followed as he realized his hands were almost big enough to wrap completely around her, his fingers resting against her stomach.

“Ah!...” Jillian let out a muffled cry as his large, warm hands made contact. With his thumbs, he started to press and rub against her spine, trying to make sure everything felt like it should. Jillian twitched and let out several small whimpers as he worked his way down, probing her spine carefully. It felt so much better than she thought it would.

“Your spine checks out okay, so that’s good.” Jason announced confidently.

“Great…” Jillian’s voice came out small and muffled as her flushed face remained buried in the sofa. Without warning, he grabbed the waistband of her sweatpants. “Umm, excuse you?!” Jillian interrupted, reaching back and grabbing his wrist as she lifted her head to glare at him over her shoulder.

“I’m checking your tailbone, not your ass,” he reassured her, albeit poorly. “Women, I swear, always thinking their body is something special,” whispering to himself, shaking his head and removing her hand from his wrist. “I doubt there is much ass left, anyway,” managing to keep his thoughts to himself this time thankfully.

Jillian shot the man a deep scowl and grumbled as she laid flat again, hiding her already flushed face. Unimpeded, Jason grabbed the waistband, which sat high on her hips. Pulling the sweats down, he encountered two large mounds of flesh, blinking a few times in surprise. As he continued to pull, it became increasingly clear that her ass was significantly larger than he expected for someone with such a slight frame. His face heated up slightly, and he cleared his throat awkwardly. He was so busy glaring at her face and fighting; he missed the elephant in the room last night.

“Ahem...Okay, well uhh, let me know if this hurts,” Jason said, using two fingers to press down on her tailbone area over her black cotton panties. Jillian emitted a small painful groan, but since she didn’t scream, bloody murder was a good sign that her coccyx wasn’t broken. Releasing the waistband, it lightly snapped against her wide hips.

“Well, it seems your tailbone isn’t broken either, though it might be bruised,” he said, trying to stay professional, avoiding any mention of the obvious fact that her generous posterior probably cushioned her fall.

“Well, then why is my ass still throbbing, and why do my legs still feel like they’re friggin’ jello,” Jillian groaned, glancing back at Jason who looked lost in thought. He stood up straight, placing one hand on his hip as he ran a hand through his dark hair, a few damp strands falling across his forehead. “Fuck, why does this jerk-off have to be so stupidly hot?” she growled in her head. It wasn’t fair, or maybe it was; she couldn’t quite tell at this point. Her mind was still swirling from being trapped in this small room, basically hot boxing the musk he was exuding and remembering the sensation of his hands.

Jason shrugged, rubbing the back of his neck and peering down at her outstretched body. “Not sure, but there doesn’t seem to be any permanent damage. You might have just pinched a nerve. Just try to rest to give it some time to recover. You should be able to walk, but you might feel shaky and be in pain for a while.” He spoke matter-of-factly, as he desperately tried to keep his eyes above her waist. Still haunted by the small glimpse he got.

“Yeah, no, I don’t wanna be stuck on this damn couch any longer than I have to. In your house, of all places. Is there anything I can do to speed this shit up?” Jillian grumbled, more than a hint of frustration in her voice. Mainly due to the constant arousal that was demanding her attention every second she lay there.

He shrugged his shoulders, not too thrilled with her bad attitude. “I dunno. Try massaging your back or thighs, maybe?” He suggested, folding his arms as he glanced towards the door, hoping his mom wouldn’t wake up soon.

“Alright, get on with it then,” demanded the woman stuck on his dad’s couch.

Jason looked back at Jillian, a bit astonished at her request. “Sorry, I swear I just heard something crazy? What did you say?” he asked, a strained, toothless smile on his face.

“I said, get to rubbing. This is your fault, so you need to fix it.”

He couldn’t help but laugh at what had to be a joke. She wanted him to massage her?

“I swear I’ll start screaming that you kidnapped me,” she stated firmly in a serious tone.

The realization that she wasn’t joking slowly sank in for him, and his expression shifted accordingly. “Are you serious…. You are out of your fucking gourd if you think that’s gonna happen!” he blurted out, unable to contain his disbelief. Scowling, she took a deep breath, preparing to escalate the situation, but before she could, Jason’s hand swiftly covered her mouth.

“Okay, okay, I get it, fuck!” He surrendered, staring at the she-devil on the couch.“Ah fuck!!” Jason yelled, feeling a shooting pain in his hand, quickly withdrawing it.

Jillian had fucking bitten him, hard. Examining the teeth marks on his hand, he turned a hard stare at the woman who’d left them. The two glared at each other before he eventually realized there would be no apology from her. He rubbed his hand with a few mumbled curses. Moving closer, he placed one knee in between her calves, while keeping a foot on the floor to steady himself.

“Oh, fuck…he’s actually gonna do it?” Jillian’s mind raced as he positioned his leg over hers. She hadn’t been touched by someone other than herself in quite some time. Truly, she didn’t expect him to agree or fall for her bluff. She wasn’t prepared for this…yet, she couldn’t deny the thrill coursing through her as he leaned in closer. To hide her shame, she bit her lip and buried her face in the couch again.

“I’m starting at your knees and working my way up.” He explained, not taking any more chances as his crotch was precariously just over her leg. Getting kicked there because she got surprised seemed more likely than it should’ve been. She gave him a silent thumbs up, showing she was ready. He wasn’t even close to a professional at massages, but as his strong fingers wrapped around her lower thighs, she let out a muffled moan into the couch. His fingers pressed and rubbed at the joints of her knee before traveling up. They slowly sunk more and more into her surprisingly thick thighs, rubbing the muscles beneath the skin. Jillian emitted a louder moan this time, her teeth biting into the cushion, trying to keep her voice down. Jason continued massaging her thighs, working his way up slowly but surely.

The higher Jason’s hands moved, the more Jillian trembled. He mostly stayed quiet, but she struggled with the sensations that were threatening to overwhelming her at every moment.

White knuckles clung to the edge of the cushion, her teeth gnawing at the couch fabric. Jason was almost done with her thighs, trying to stay completely focused on his task, uncertain where her thighs ended and her ass began beneath the loose sweatpants. One important thing about Jason was that he did nothing half-assed. Even if it was massaging a stupid brat. She wasn’t expecting it when his thumbs hit the tender spot where her thighs and cheeks met. She unleashed a loud moan as a surge of pleasure and pain rushed through her. Legs shaking slightly as his thumbs rubbed in a spiral pattern.

As quick as it started, it was sadly over. Jillian let out a small whimper as his hands pulled away from her legs.

Shifting off of her, he stood next to the couch and folded his arms. “There, I massaged your damn thighs, hope it worked, cause that’s all you’re getting.” Jason said, trying to at least keep some of his pride. He did his best to wipe the moans and whimpers she let out from his mind.

Jillian rolled onto her back, resting an arm over her forehead. Her face flushed as she gazed at the ceiling with a dazed look. “Oh, fuck... I really needed that,” she murmured breathlessly.

Jason rolled his eyes at her. “Yeah, yeah, I gave you a massage. Now, can you get the fu—” He paused when he heard a noise come from the doorway.

They both turned to see Katia, half-awake in her flowing blue nightgown.

“Jason,” she mumbled through a yawn, rubbing her eyes. Her gaze then landed on Jillian laying on the couch, causing the room to fall silent before Katia spoke up again. “What’s going on in here?”