Jesse H. Reign > Quotes

“... but here’s the thing, Joey; we’ll be happy. You and me. We’ll be happy.”
― Jesse H. Reign, Sainted

“Why did it feel like that? Like the beginning and end of the world.”
― Jesse H. Reign, Poetry On Ice

“He’s been stressed about his fish, but that’s worked out now.”
― Jesse H. Reign, Flagrant Foul

“Oh God, he’s not just hot. He’s complicated and rude.”
― Jesse H. Reign, Rent: Paid in Full

“I’m angry with you for everything you’ve done and everything you are. I’m angry with you because of your dumb face and your fucked up nose and the way you smell. But most of all…most of all, the reason I’m so goddamn angry with you is because after all this time, you still don’t have the first fucking clue how to hate fuck.”
― Jesse H. Reign, Sainted

“It’s not the way he looks at me that gave us away. It’s the way I look at him.”
― Jesse H. Reign, Poetry On Ice

“Sometimes you’ve got to take everyone’s well-meaning advice, roll it into a tight ball, and drop-kick into the stratosphere because sometimes the wrong thing is the right thing for you.”
― Jesse H. Reign, The Legend Next Door

“Demon,” he rasps. “Demon, possess me.”
― Jesse H. Reign, Sainted

“One night with him was all it took. One touch. One taste. One taste was all it took for me to know with certainty what it is that I want. One kiss was all I needed to know that I’d rather burn for eternity than see out the rest of this day without feeling his touch.”
― Jesse H. Reign, Unbreak Me

“I have a trio of dicks in my midst, and they’re reigned over by my insufferable roommate. One dick to rule them all, if you will.”
― Jesse H. Reign, Rent: Paid in Full

“Parts of it scare me, and I don’t know how it ends. I only know it’s a story I want to know. I want to take as long as it takes, the rest of my life if need be, and I want to learn it and learn it. I want to learn it until his story and my story are the same story.”
― Jesse H. Reign, Sainted

“You’re so wrong, you’re right, Demon.”
― Jesse H. Reign, Sainted

“Do you want to hear something gross?”
“Always.”
“I think I… I think I like, love you, or something.”
― Jesse H. Reign, Sainted

“There’s nothing linear about grief. No pattern. No rhyme. Only an involuntary beginning without an ending.”
― Jesse H. Reign, The Legend Next Door

“I’d let him fuck me so hard he might even manage to fuck some sense into me, and believe me, he’d have to pound my ass to get any sense in or out of me now.”
― Jesse H. Reign, Work: Strictly Professional

“I’m so happy right now.” He tries to keep his voice low, but it spikes up as pure joy seeps out of him. His excitement is infectious. It finds me and attacks every part of me. I start laughing softly, surprised at the fact that in all the times I’ve had sex, I never realized that sex was fun until I had it with Luke. It was hot and it felt good before, but it’s so different with him. It’s so much more than just physical. When I’m with him I feel different. I feel like - I don’t know how to explain it - I guess the best way to put it is that when I’m with Luke I don’t feel alone.”
― Jesse H. Reign, The Step Bro Situation

“The silence is palpable. Unbearable. It’s my worst nightmare. I’m trapped in an enclosed space with a man I don’t like but have kissed. A man who’s punched me and groped my dick. A man who hates me and makes me hard at the same time.”
― Jesse H. Reign, Poetry On Ice

“Feels like I have a big hole in my chest. Like there was something there before, keeping me together, that isn’t there now. I feel…undone. Like my heart is open.”
― Jesse H. Reign, Poetry On Ice

“The song that’s playing ends”
― Jesse H. Reign, Heart

“I’d rather torch my old life”
― Jesse H. Reign, Heart

“McGuire,” he growls, “don’t be a slut.” “Why not?” I pant, lips hot against his. “Don’t you know what happens to sluts?” “No, I don’t.” I like this game, this kind of talk. I didn’t think I would, but holy shit, I do. It’s giving me life, and I want him to keep talking. “What happens to sluts? Tell me.” He moans into my mouth and shifts so his full weight is on me. “Bad things,” he murmurs as he leans in to kiss me.”
― Jesse H. Reign, Poetry On Ice

“Before him”
― Jesse H. Reign, Heart

“Cause,” he says with regret, “I’m going to kiss you, and”—he takes my head in both hands and holds me firmly in place as he closes the space between us—“I want it to hurt you as much as it’s going to hurt me.”
― Jesse H. Reign, Poetry On Ice

“Quiet. Not a sound. Not a single goddamn sound, I look down and threaten my dick, or, or…I’ll take you in for a circumcision. I’m serious. I mean it. I’ll do it. Not a sound.”
― Jesse H. Reign, Rent: Paid in Full

“An honesty that doesn’t feel like a choice. It’s something that exists like air. Like breathing.”
― Jesse H. Reign, Heart

“A sweet boy. It was strange to hear him described like that. It’s strange to think that Jonathan was ever anything other than a man. He’s such a man now. All man. Every inch of him is manly. Testosterone from head to foot. A big man. A sweet man.”
― Jesse H. Reign, Unbreak Me

“D’you think tomorrow you should call my mom and I should call yours? They should probably come and get us. I don’t think we’re coping. I think adulting is kicking our asses.”
― Jesse H. Reign, Work: Strictly Professional

“Hey, Ryan, if I don’t have a thing for you, why can’t I stop thinking of you? ‘Cause I can’t. I’ve tried. I think about you all the time.”
― Jesse H. Reign, Rent: Paid in Full

“It’s not the ink that got to me. Not the roses or thorns. Not the swallow, the moon, the stars, or even the shocking realism of the serpent coiled up his spine that’s affected me like this. It’s the fact that, against my better judgment, before I left the shower, I looked down. And Ant Decker was rock-hard.”
― Jesse H. Reign, Poetry On Ice

“He seems happy with this selection, thank fuck, because I’m milliseconds away from telling him he doesn’t need a goddamn sofa at all. I don’t know why I ever thought he did. I have no idea what sparked my preoccupation with his seating arrangements. If he needs to sit on something that badly, he can sit on my fucking face.”
― Jesse H. Reign, Poetry On Ice