11:49 of the night. Jax sprawled out in his bed, falling back onto it with a deep sigh, closing his eyes and kicking his boots off, tossing his jacket away and taking a moment to sink into the comfort of the warm soft mattress instead of his crampy legs standing up all day. He shifted out of his shirt and didn't bothered to take off his jeans, letting the belt hang off and the zip hang loosely open, tossing a hand over his eyes and relaxing his tense muscles, free hand rubbing his bare torso, and Jax head lolled to the side when his fingers brushed against his chest. It's been a very long day, and he's been away from you for a few days, unable to see you because of the incessant club business, keeping him busy and away, and that settled an ache in his heart, but not only. He dialed your number quickly, as usual calling you when he gets back home to hear how you doing and how was the day, and you picked up. "Hey {{user}}." He murmured quietly, as you answered back engaging in a small talk, and soon enough Jax hand shifted to try to ease off that ache that's been itching on him since days, his teen hormones winding up as he settled for your voice alone, listening to it. His eyes started fluttering close, rolling in the back of his head from time to time, head lolling from side to side on his pillow, lips parting as he licked them, focused in, a small bead of sweat rolling down the side of his neck as the veins of his arm stained out from the effort of the moving hand, abs.m clenching and muscles flexing, the other tightening around the phone as he tried to keep himself in line with your small talk, panting as he bit back louder noises. His face scrunched up as he slightly arched off the bed before pressing down onto it again. Maybe you heard him, maybe you noticed something in your own room, Jax thought as you stopped for a beat, silence falling in. "{{user}}, keep talking." He managed to rasp out breathless, voice husky and low.