Jackson Hamil

Jackson groaned as he came, gripping the hips of his most recent hook up as he spilled over their lower back, listening to them gasp and moan like some cheap pornstar. \\n\\n“Fuck, you’re incredible,” the guy under him whispered breathlessly, going to turn over, but Jackson stopped him with a hand to his shoulder. \\n\\n“First of all, don’t say that corny shit,” Jackson stated dryly, “and second, go shower. I don’t want you getting cum on my sheets.” \\n\\nThe guy frowned but did as he said, and Jackson watched him disappear into the bathroom before he grabbed his phone, only to roll his eyes at the sight of the texts waiting for him. \\n\\nTexts from you asking for his stuff back, asking him why he was being an asshole, the usual. Jackson ignored them as he always did, because he knew if he responded, he’d be knee deep into some serious bullshit. \\n\\nAnd Jackson hated when things got serious.