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For the third time this week, you walk into the saloon, and his usual spot next to the fireplace is empty.
You sigh, and not wanting to make your reasons for showing up obvious, you take a seat at the bar directly across from Emily. The cracked leather of the stools was oddly comfortable.
“Hey hey!” She greets you with her usual friendly demeanor. “Do you want your usual?”
You nod politely, trying to hide your disappointment. You’re still on a budget, so your ”usual” is the cheapest thing they have on tap.
Emily grabbed a glass and began pouring as you placed a five dollar bill on the table. You could tell she was looking at you intently, so you attempted not to make eye contact. You were worried she would ask you--
“Is everything alright? You look down.” Emily placed the pint on the table and slid it towards you.
You sighed. “Yeah, sorry. I’m just having a...weird time right now.” You explained honestly. You glance up and she’s looking back at you with genuine concern in her eyes. You pick up your glass and take a sip.
“Is it Shane?” As soon as she asks, you nearly choke on your drink. How could she possibly know that?
No one knows you two hooked up. At least no one should. You sure as hell didn’t tell anyone, and Shane isn’t exactly an open book.
And it’s not even that you’re ashamed or anything like that. Why would you be? It’s just that you thought things would be different after that night, and when you saw him the next day, standing in his usual spot, not a word was spoken about it. Not even a hint or a knowing glance... Which was confusing because you distinctly remember him telling you he liked you. And he was completely sober.
“I’m just worried, you know? He hasn’t showed up in a couple days,” you explain. It wasn’t untrue.
Emily nodded, showing she understood. “I’m a little worried too.”
After the night you spent together, a couple weeks went by, and things seemed different... but not in a good way. You would mosey on over to the saloon after a day of work, chat with Shane and Emily, make your rounds with the regulars you cared to talk to.
Before that night happened, it was pretty normal for you and Shane to sit together and talk about nothing and everything for hours, sometimes longer. But after that night... It seemed like every night he would leave the saloon earlier and earlier, not saying goodbye, not stopping to talk, until he stopped showing up all together.
You even texted him...but to be fair he never responded to texts even on a good day.
The atmosphere of the bar suddenly felt thick and suffocating as more people funneled in. You leave some cash on the bar, give Emily a small wave, and make your way outside, suddenly craving the crisp evening air.
You decide to take the long way home. As you pass by Marnie's, you briefly consider thinking of an excuse to pop in, but that idea is dead on arrival. If he's avoiding you, there's no reason to drag Marnie into it. It's probably better just to let it be.
Rather than taking the path that leads back to the farm, you decide to walk a little further, not quite ready to sulk at home.
Eventually you make your way down toward the cliffs by the sewer -- your favorite sulking spot. By then it started to rain, so you considered turning back when suddenly you hear a loud thud, followed by a groan. Towards the edge of the cliff you spot a beer bottle rolling away from whatever was behind the bush, likely where the loud thud came from.
You hustle towards the beer bottle when you see him.
Face down in the mud, feet away from the cliff's edge, barely conscious, you’d recognize that blue hoodie anywhere.
~*~
”I think you should take me to the hospital.”
Those words were ringing in your ears.
You did. It took nearly an hour, since Shane isn’t exactly light, but you did. You considered stopping by Marnie’s for help, but he practically begged you not to. Through varying bouts of consciousness anyway.
You get it, you suppose. Not only did he not want to worry Marnie, but he would have probably rather died than let Jas witness him like that.
Harvey kindly explained to you that Shane was fine physically, so there really wasn’t any need for you to stay, but you insisted. While Harvey was going to refer him to a specialist in the city to take care of his mental health, you figured it would probably be better for Shane not to wake up alone. He had just been through quite the ordeal after all.
You sat yourself in the chair next to his bed and kept yourself entertained on your phone for a couple hours. Eventually, you heard your name. You looked over and Shane was awake and looking at you.
“You didn’t have to stay.” His voice was quiet and groggy.
“I wanted to.” You replied without thinking. You feel the heat rush to your face.
“I’m sorry.” He mumbled. You weren’t sure which part he was apologizing for. The inconvenience? Trying to end his life? For ghosting you? All three?
You decided not to push the issue as he looked exhausted.
“Don’t worry about it.” You reassured him, patting his hand as you stood up. “I’m going to go get Harvey. He wanted to speak to you about something.” You pause, and consider whether or not you should stay, as you remembered that there was probably a reason why he wasn’t speaking to you. “I should go.” You walk towards the door, and pause once more.
“I’m glad you’re okay.” You tell him earnestly.
~*~
When your alarm goes off at 6am, the last thing you want to do is get out of bed, but the chickens aren’t going to feed themselves, (and the last thing you need is another egg strike.)
After splashing some water on your face, pulling your hair into a messy bun, and grabbing a power bar, you throw your boots on and open your front door.
There is a familiar blue hoodie attached to a man who is hunched over, facing away from you, sitting on your porch steps. As soon as the door creaks open he stands up, and turns toward you.
He’s sheepishly holding onto one arm and looking at the ground.
“We need to talk,” he says to his feet.
“Alright.” You half grumble, motioning for him to follow you as you walk past him. You’re not fully awake. You shove half the power bar into your mouth and walk towards the coop. The sound of his footsteps trails behind you.
When you swing open the door to the chicken coop, you’re greeted by the clucks of hungry hens, excited for their breakfast.
“Make yourself useful and give the girls some feed, will you? I’m going to change their water.” You instruct him. You internally remind yourself that you should probably be nice to him after last night. “er...If you don’t mind...” You added.
Out of the corner of your eye you could see Shane smirk before nodding in agreement and walking toward the food dispenser.
“I owe you a serious apology.” Shane said, shoveling feed into the dispenser. “Multiple apologies...”
You shook your head. “No apology needed...really.”
“No.” He said firmly. “I treated you poorly. Even before....last night. I shouldn’t have avoided you...that was really shitty of me... I just...” He trails off, and he’s looking at his feet again. “It’s stupid.”
You don’t like where this conversation is going. It was less awkward when you were just pretending like you never slept together. Your heart begins pounding loudly in your ears, and you have to work to steady your breathing as you prepare yourself for the incoming rejection.
And in front of your chickens no less. That’s cold.
“Look I get it,” you tell him before he has a chance to finish. “It’s totally fine. We can just pretend like nothing happened and move on. I mean it was cold, we were drunk....it was a mistake. You don’t need to worry about me...you have enough on your plate.” You’re hunched over a water pale but your back was turned to him, so he couldn’t see the disappointment on your face. You thought your tone was convincing, but you’ve never been good at concealing your emotions mostly because your face is pretty expressive.
There was a long, heavy pause before he spoke again.
“Right...I should go,” he grumbles, and you hear him shuffle towards the door. "Thanks again for last night, I owe you one I guess." he mumbled before leaving the coop for good.
~*~
You don’t go after him.
~*~
The next time you see Shane, it’s on accident... again.
You stopped showing up to the Saloon, not just because you didn’t want to run into him, but because you’re realizing it was never any fun without him there in the first place.
It’s likely he was avoiding you though, because it’s kind of hard not to run into your neighbor a single time in the span of two weeks when you’re in a place as small as Pelican Town.
The universe must have decided enough was enough however, because as you were about to walk into Pierre’s to get some supplies, you notice a familiar figure out of the corner of your eye.
You glance over and see Shane standing about six feet away from you, looking at you as if he had seen a ghost. You consider running in the opposite direction, but instead you walk into the building and don't bother to hold the door open for him.
Throughout the entire duration of your visit to Pierre's, Shane never actually comes in.
That more or less confirms your suspicions that he's avoiding you too.
~*~
You wake up one morning and find a note in your mailbox. You can tell immediately from the handwriting that it was from Emily. She's the only person you know under the age of 50 that still writes in perfect cursive.
Hey girl, long time to see! You should come over to my place today around 3. I wanna talk to you about something. - Em.
Why doesn’t anyone in this godforsaken town know how to send a text message? You think bitterly to yourself. It’s all part of the charm, you suppose.
~*~
You show up to Emily’s house ten minutes late. You didn’t want to talk about Shane (and there’s no way this WASN’T about Shane,) but Emily was a good friend and you didn’t want to blow her off either.
Emily greets you with a smile and leads you inside. She brings you to the living room where there’s a spread of crystals and what you assume are Tarot cards on the table. Haley is sitting on the couch, knees to her chest, looking at her phone.
You take a seat on the chair in the corner as Emily sits on the stool in front of the coffee table.
“I’m so glad you were able to make it!” Emily says joyfully.
You smile and nod politely. “Thanks for having me over...”
You kind of just want to get this over with. You genuinely appreciate Emily’s efforts and attempts to help, but you weren't sure how vulnerable you could be in front of her judgy sister. She hasn’t acknowledged your existence once, though.
“Look...” You begin, “I’m sure you’re probably wondering where I've been lately... you see I’ve been putting in extra hours at the farm because I’m--”
You’re interrupted by a loud groan. You glance over to Haley, who is still looking at her phone. She doesn’t look up once as she speaks. "This is so dumb, it's obvious whats going on." she says.
You're confused. There's no way she would know...
“Haley...” Emily warns.
You’ve suddenly lost the ability to speak.
“What? I tried to tell you. It’s obvious they slept together and now they’re being all weird about it.” Haley is now looking at her sister, who is rubbing her temples. “And I didn’t even need those silly cards to tell me that either.”
Emily turns to you. “Ignore her,” she says. Haley rolls her eyes. "I just wanted to check in with you. I haven’t seen you in a while and I was starting to get worried, because the last time I saw you you seemed pretty down.”
"I'm fine, really." You try to assure her. "If you want the truth... Things are a little weird between Shane and I at the moment, so I just haven't felt like hanging around the bar."
"Told you." Haley mumbled, eyes not leaving the screen of her phone.
You resisted the urge to roll your eyes.
"I see.." Emily trailed off. You weren't sure what her tone was indicating.
The silence in the air is heavy as she reaches over to her deck of cards and pulls one from the top and one from the middle.
"Would you mind humoring me?" Emily asks. You nod, only slightly uncomfortable. In your peripheral vision you see Haley roll her eyes.
"I'm drawn to these two cards." She explains, laying them on the table.
One of the cards shows a man sitting under a tree. He's daydreaming about some kind of goblet, and in front of him stand three more.
The second card showed a king on a throne surrounded by swords.
"Interesting..." Emily mutters.
You're not sure how you feel about this whole thing. Part of you thinks people who believe in this kind of thing are falling for a web of interwoven coincidences. But what do you know? You're neighbors with a literal Wizard. Maybe there's something to this.
"Four of Cups means there's something right in front of you that you're not seeing because you're too in your head."
Well that's vague and unhelpful.
"Looks like there was a sudden loss of communication. Probably due to uncomfortable emotions. Would you say you have the tendency to over analyze your emotions in a way that can affect how you perceive reality?"
...
...
You stare at her blankly trying not to feel blatantly attacked and uncomfortably seen.
"...You see..." Emily continues awkwardly, "These cards are more than truth finders. They can also offer advice. The king of swords recommends viewing things through a calm, collected, and realistic lens. The four of cups reminds you to ground yourself in reality. I think if you keep that in mind, you'll find your way."
You nod, not sure how to respond.
"If I had to guess, I'd say whatever is going on between you two is probably some kind of miscommunication. I understand if you don't want to talk about it. I just pulled a rather...troubling set of cards for Shane and I wanted to make sure you're okay too."
You thought about asking but decided not too.
You take a deep breath.
"Alright, I'll tell you what happened."
~*~
You ended up staying for another hour. You told them everything, and you have to admit it felt good to get it off your chest.
Emily doubled down on the advice the cards gave her, and is insisting it was some kind of miscommunication and that you needed to ground yourself, but you just can't imagine why he would avoid you if he didn't regret what happened. He did have that minor freak out the morning after, after all.
You're out for a late afternoon walk, when you realize your legs betrayed you and brought you to Marnie's house without you realizing.
With Emily's voice echoing in your ears, you decide to give into the impulses for once, and walk through the front door.
I just need closure so I can move on. You tell yourself.
Marnie greets you in her usual friendly tone from behind the cash register. Mayor Lewis is also there for some god damn reason.
This was a mistake.
"Hey..." You wave awkwardly. "Um, I was actually looking for Shane...I have something to give him and he said to stop by..." You lie.
"Oh! He should be here any minute. You can wait for him if you like." Marnie's demeanor was as friendly and sweet as usual. Lewis gave you a nod.
You sit down on a bench by the front door. Lewis and Marnie resume their conversation about cows and taxes or whatever.
About fifteen excruciating minutes later, the front door opens. You make eye contact with Shane, and his eyes widen. He looks confused and a little concerned.
Marnie greets him as he walks in, and you hear Jas run and squeal with excitement before you see her. Shane kneels down to her level and gives her a hug. You can tell he's trying really hard not to look at you.
Jas began filling in Shane on every single thing that she did today, and Shane smiled and nodded along.
"Jas," Marnie called after a couple minutes. "Why don't you let Shane talk to his friend while you go collect some eggs. You can finish telling him about your day at dinner."
Jas nods and exits the room just as quickly as she enters.
Finally you stand up and face him.
"Can we talk?"
He nods, not meeting your eyes, and gestures in the general direction of his bedroom, before walking out of the room. You follow him, gaze fixed firmly on the hardwood floor.
Marnie and Lewis are bound to have noticed the awkward vibe, and that you obviously weren’t here to give Shane something, as you had nothing on your person. You mentally scold yourself for not coming up with a better lie.
Once inside, you realize you've never seen his room this clean. It smells vaguely musky, but there’s no beer cans or empty pizza boxes lying around. His bed isn’t made exactly, but there’s clean-looking sheets and blankets on it. The only chair in his room does in fact have a pile on it, but it’s a lot smaller than the last time you were here. A few clothes, a ball, a 12 pack of Joja cola, etc.
Not that you’ve spent a lot of time in Shanes room obviously... but there were a couple drunk excursions that involved stumbling into Marnie's house in the middle of the night to grab his ball because Shane just had to show you this gridball trick that he could definitely still do even though he hadn’t actually played since high school.
He sits down on his bed, and that’s when you realize there isn't really anywhere else to sit. You opt to stand.
"What do you want to talk about?" He asks, not even trying to make eye contact.
Crap. You didn't think this far ahead.
"Why have you been avoiding me?" You totally blurted that out unintentionally. There’s a look on his face you can’t quite place. He looks uncomfortable and... something else. Maybe frustrated? Sad? Either way he doesn’t respond.
The silence is deafening. He’s sitting on the corner on the bed with his elbows balanced on his knees. He moves his face into his hands and sighs. The tension is thick, the silence is heavy, and with every second that lingers on your discomfort, as well as your rage, increases.
Fucking SAY something!
You can feel your face turning red with impatience and frustration.
You’re losing composure. You’re going to say something and it’s not going to be pretty, you just know it.
“Sleeping with someone then ghosting them is a real shit thing to do. Clearly you didn't even care enough about me to-”
“What?!” You were interrupted by Shanes booming voice. It took you aback. Shane can be a dick but you’ve never heard him raise his voice like that.
He stood up and was face to face with you now. “You really think after everything we’ve been through, that I don’t give a shit about you?”
You took a step closer. “I’m not stupid,” you explain. “I know what it means when-”
“You don’t know shit!” He exclaimed, as quietly as he could while still getting his point across.
You however have lost control over your volume levels. “Well why don’t you enlighten me then! I’d love to hear what brilliant reason you have for fuck-” You were interrupted by a hand over your mouth.
You push him off angrily and he doesn't resist.
“Keep your voice down!” He mumbles angrily. “I don’t want Jas to hear, and I highly doubt you want the Mayor of Pelican Town to know about the details of your sexlife.”
You throw your arms in the air and turn to face the corner. You don’t want to look at him and you're trying to regain your composure. If you start crying, it’s over.
It’s your turn to sigh dramatically.
“Just tell me please. I just want closure.” You would never admit it to anyone, but it’s been eating you up inside. You brace yourself for the worst...the, It’s not me, it’s you, or whatever.
You hear him sit back down on the bed. “I can’t believe you would think I’m that kind of person. I would never take advantage of you like that. I thought you knew me better than that.”
This time you were silent. You realized the weight of what you were accusing him of.
“It was too hard,” Shane says, breaking the uncomfortable silence, and sounding defeated in the process.
This causes you to turn around and face him. His eyes were now filled with pain and sadness. Something about the look in your eyes makes the anger start to fade. He more or less resembles a kicked puppy.
“What was too hard?” You ask earnestly.
There was silence again. You were about to press again when he spoke.
“I...” He trails off. You’re getting impatient again.
“Shane-”
“I have feelings for you.” He interrupts you. That was the last thing you were expecting him to say.
There are a lot of ways to respond to a confession like that, so naturally your mouth decided on one of the worst ones.
“That doesn’t make sense.” You say, because it doesn't make sense in your head. Usually when you have feelings for someone you do the opposite of ghosting them....whatever that is.
He rolls his eyes and groans. “Seriously?! That’s what you have to say? Are you actually made of stone?”
“Oh that’s rich coming from you-”
“Really now, I’m the one who- you know what? Never mind! You’re so dense”
Your jaw hangs open in shock. “I’m the dense one?! Look, I didn’t come over here to-”
“Yeah, why did you come here?! Clearly you already knew in your head how this was going to play out, and nothing I have to say is going to make a difference.” Shane was starting to raise his voice again. “You always do this. You always have everything so figured out in your head that you won’t listen to anyone else, or even reality for that matter!”
You suddenly remembered the stupid card Emily pulled with the stupid guy sitting under the tree thinking about a stupid cup, while three perfectly fine and real stupid cups were right in front of him.
You hate it when Shane is right. Maybe Shane isn’t the only one who sabotages their own happiness.
In that instance everything changed. He was looking at you. His eyes were burning. He was still in his work clothes. His hair was messy, his face was flustered, and he was breathing hard.
He has feelings for you. And he’s here. Flustered, passionate, intense...
Your heart flutters as the realization dawns upon you.
Something about Shane causes you to completely lose control over your words and actions. Every time. It’s almost as if he intoxicates you.
The next thing you know you’re crossing the room, grabbing him by the collar and kissing him. He freezes in shock at first before kissing you back.
Your hands move from his collar, and now your arms are hooked around the back of his neck. You pull him closer and push your body against his simultaneously, deepening the kiss, desperate to be as close to him as possible.
As soon as the kiss starts, it ends. Shane pulls back and your arms fall away and back down to your sides.
He is looking down and grabs your hand. He moves slowly, as if he’s calculating his next move. He brushes his thumb over the back of your hand as he speaks.
“You’re right about one thing,” he says. “What I did to you was shitty. But it wasn’t for the reason you think.” He looks up and meets your gaze. “I do care about you. More than you know. That night was really special to me.”
“I’m sorry for what I said.” You mumble sheepishly. “It just really hurt me when you started distancing yourself.” You say. Your voice breaks a little at the end, and you curse internally.
“I know. I’m so sorry. I was stupid. I’m just... I’m such a fuck up. Part of me didn’t think I deserved you, and another part thought I would just fuck it up anyway, and I didn’t want you getting hurt because of my problems.” You feel a tear or two threatening to spill. It hurt you to hear him talk this way. “I didn’t want to lose you as a friend...but it was just too hard to be around you.”
You shake your head. “You’re so dumb.” Your voice breaks again.
A reluctant laugh forces its way out of his chest.
“After... the thing happened. I wanted to thank you, and tell you I was doing better... That I had plans to see a therapist and get sober, but I also wanted to come clean and tell you how I felt because I thought you had feelings for me too.. But when you said it was a mistake... I got angry. I was also embarrassed that the person I cared about the most saw me at my worst, and didn’t want me anymore.”
The silence returned. You couldn’t break eye contact. There was so much hurt and sorrow in his eyes. You felt your heart break a little.
You had a hard time getting your words to work. There were so many things you wanted to tell him. You wanted to tell him you’ve had feelings for him for a long time, that we’re all flawed and you would never lose feelings for someone because they’re struggling. You wanted to hold him and explain you only said what you did because you created this false narrative about his intentions in your head and reacted as if it was reality. There was a lot you wanted to say, but what you ended up saying was...
“We’re both dumb. Like really stupid.”
This got a hearty laugh out of him. A grin crept its way onto your face too.
"I'm pouring my heart out to you, you know," he says, holding back a grin.
You take a deep breath.
"I know. I'm sorry. I'm really bad at this." You tell him.
Shane nods. "We both are. I guess that's how we got here."
You grin and sit down on the bed. Shane sits next to you.
"Do you really think it was a mistake?" He asks, head down, gaze on the floor.
You shake your head. "Of course not. That night was special to me too." You pause. "I only said that because I thought you were going to reject me."
Shane glances up at you with a furrowed brow. "Why would you think that?" He asks.
"Well... You were pushing me away. I assumed the worst and I created my own self fulfilling prophecy, I'm realizing."
Shane nudged you. "I guess we're more alike than we realized," he says.
"I'm sorry."
"Me too."
"So where does this leave us?" You ask.
Shane sighs. "I know this has been a huge clusterfuck, but I really like you, and I want to be with you."
Your heart flutters hearing him say it again.
"I want to be with you too," you say in a low voice. Your face feels hot, and it suddenly feels difficult to make eye contact.
XXX
He places his hand on yours, you glance up at him and meet his gaze. He's suddenly very close.
He leans in closer, you can feel his breath on your lips. You almost feel dizzy.
"Can I kiss you?" He asks you.
You nod and he closes the gap. His lips are on yours, moving softly and tenderly.
His hands are now holding your face, and the kiss deepens. His hands are a little rough, but it doesn't matter because he's holding you. You feel almost dizzy. You didn't realize how much of his touch you were craving.
He pulls away, and you miss his touch immediately. He grabs your hand again.
"Is something wrong?" You ask.
He shakes his head. "I just wanna take this slow. It's hard though because I really missed you."
Your chest feels warm and fuzzy.
You place your hand on his thigh, loop a finger under his chin and pull him into another kiss, this time deeper. You push yourself into him and run your tongue along his bottom lip.
"We can go slow," you mumble against his mouth. He exhales in response with a slight shudder.
Shane pulls back and is looking at you with a hard expression.
"You don't make anything easy, do you?" He says through a slight frown.
You grin and stroke his face. "Sorry," you say, and only kind of mean it.
He's looking at you intently, almost as if he's studying your face. He leans forward placing his weight on one arm. You lean back instinctively and he's now slightly hovering over you.
"Fuck it." As soon as he speaks, his mouth is on yours, kissing you with passion and desperation. You're leaning back, propping yourself up with one hand. You note the surprisingly soft bedding underneath you.
He places his hand on your hip in an attempt to pull you closer. It's not physically possible, however. You're pushing yourself against him almost as if you're trying to merge your bodies together.
It's not enough. You gently nudge him sideways so that he falls next to you. You continue to kiss him and use this opportunity to climb on top of him, straddling him.
You’re both still fully clothed at this point, but you can still feel the excitement in your chest, and the warmth growing between your legs.
Your lips haven’t left his since you've climbed on top. Your hands are resting on his chest and his are resting on the outside of your thighs, slowly inching upwards towards your backside but stopping just short of it.
You begin gently grinding against him, trying to subtly hint that he doesn’t have to be such a gentleman. His hands then move to your waist (skipping the backside all together) and pull you in closer.
“Can we do this?” You’re breathy, speaking against his lips between kisses.
“We just have to be quiet. Marnie might be in the kitchen making dinner.” You break the kiss to let out a giggle.
You suddenly feel like you’re in high school again.
“I mean we could go back to the farm...” He suggests. And that would take how long? There’s no way you’re trudging through the weeds for a mile just to get laid, when there’s a perfectly fine bed right underneath you.
You don’t respond verbally and instead remove your shirt, leaving you in only jeans and a bra. You then lean back and grab Shane by the collar again so he’s sitting upright. This gives you better access to his shirt, which you then promptly start pulling over his head. It’s not exactly graceful but it gets the job done.
“I’ll take that as a no,” he muses once he’s free of his shirt prison. His hair is all cute and messy now, sticking up in some places because of the static. You take this time to notice his flushed face and wanton eyes.
“...Sorry, I just don’t want to wait.”
He smiles at you and cups your face in his hand. “You’re so beautiful,” he says. This catches you off guard. If your face wasn’t red before, it certainly is now.
You place your hand on top of his and lean into it, savoring his gentle touch. Your other hand glides across his chest, noting the soft tuft of hair.
His hand slides down your neck and rests on your collarbone, just before the breast. One of his fingers slides underneath your bra strap as he slowly caresses downwards, until he’s gently cupping the weight of your breast in his palm. His thumb and forefinger massage in circles while you reach around to unhook your bra and toss it on the floor.
You take this opportunity to lean back and grind against his cock, which is still tucked away behind the thick material of his jeans. He seems to enjoy it, as his breathing intensifies and he pushes his hips up into yours.
“Fuck,” He gasps. It was so quiet you almost didn’t hear it. He rushes to unbutton his jeans and pull them down just enough that his dick pushes up over the opening of his pants, pulling the fabric of his boxers away from his skin. Thick dark hair peeks over the elastic of his boxers.
You hop off, quickly removing your bottoms, leaving you completely nude. You’re still standing, so you kneel on the bed and pull at the hem of his boxers, teasing him a little, but not touching completely.
His breathing is growing harder, especially as you start running your fingers through the soft curls.
“Please,” he begs quietly. The combination of his voice and the way his cock twitches as your fingers brush across the base of it makes the thought of waiting any longer seem impossible.
You pull the hem of his boxers down, exposing him completely. You grab the length of his cock gently, and he twitches again at the first stroke.
“Come back,” he mumbles, begging you forward with his hand on the small of your back.
You pull his pants down further, helping him shake them off completely. You’re crawling back on top of him but this time you slide down so that you’re resting between his legs, your lips lined up with the tip of his cock.
You look into his eyes as you pump up and down. He leans his head back with pleasure and groans ever so slightly. When you take him into your mouth he curses through his teeth.
You move your head up and down, keeping a firm grasp on the base of his dick. Your tongue massages the underside of his cock, just below the head when you come up. His hand is in your hair, fingers snaking through it and gently grasping at the back of your head. It drives you wild, and you feel chills down your spine.
You kiss the tip of his cock and down the length. You kiss up to his belly button, then his chest, then his neck. You move your lips back to his and the kiss is the most desperate yet.
You realize his hand is still in your hair. “I want to spoil you too,” he whispers against your lips. You kiss him again and let him guide you onto the mattress.
You’re laying on your back, and he’s laying next to you on his side, propped up on his elbow. He continues kissing you as his hand moves slowly down your abdomen and wastes no time with the circular motions teasing your clit and massaging your lips in the process. Without realizing it, you're pushing yourself up into his hand, desperate for more friction.
He slides a finger inside of you and curls it upwards, sending sparks of pleasure throughout your body. At some point a second finger slips in and massages you from the inside. You’re finding it very difficult to stay quiet, especially because his thumb is resting on your clit while he finger fucks you. You settle for muffling your voice with your arm.
He starts shifting and you don’t have time to process what’s happening before you feel his tongue, warm, soft, and wet. He massages your clit with his tongue while continuing to fuck you with his fingers. The pleasure is radiating throughout your body and you’re desperately holding back the arousal and excitement trying to escape through your vocal chords.
One of your hands is covering your mouth, and the other is on the top of his head, pushing his face deeper into you as your hips thrust upwards. You’re close, you’re really close. You’re about three seconds away from climaxing when he pulls away. You let out an unintentional whine from the sudden loss.
He wipes his mouth before resuming his place next to you again. You’re out of breath, and you ask him, “Why did you stop?”
He settles close to your ear and mumbles, “because I want to fuck you.”
This excites you, and chills run down your spine. You wanted him inside you, so bad.
“I wanna try something,” he says. “Roll over onto your stomach.”
You do as instructed, propping your hips up for access. You’re still lying mostly flat so that he’s able to prop himself up over you while he guides his cock to your opening. You feel the tip tease along your slit. He’s rubbing himself up and down, but not yet entering.
“Please... I need to feel you inside me,” you beg.
He pushes inside you while his arms snake around holding onto your breasts. He’s fucking you from behind, and the angle at which he’s inside you is sending a whole new kind of pleasure radiating throughout your body.
You feel his breath on your neck and note his soft grunts in your ear. It sends tingles down your spine.
You find yourself pushing back against him as well, trying desperately to get him as deep as possible. You find your rhythm together, your bodies moving in tandem. You never want it to stop. In one hand he’s toying with your nipple which has grown stiff from pleasure. The other hand is holding onto your waist for support.
His movements are fast and becoming erratic. You can tell he’s close. You’re close too. He’s fucking you harder and the change in rythm pushes you over the edge. You shove your face into the pillow as you come. You feel yourself tightening around him, completely out of your control.
He’s cursing in your ear, he sounds strained, like he’s holding back his volume. As he continues to fuck you short bursts of pleasure shoot throughout your body with every pump. He’s moving faster, and faster, until he pulls out of you completely, coming all over your lower back. It’s warm, it’s wet, and you barely feel it.
He gently pulls away from you and lays down on his side again, facing you. He kisses you on the mouth again, before mumbling something about going to get something to clean you up with. You feel intoxicated. He told you not to move but you don’t think you could if you tried.
He comes back, cleans you up, and lays down next to you again.
“That was incredible,” he says. You’re struggling to communicate through words so you nod your head.
You roll onto your side and he pulls you into his chest. You feel warm, and right. You never want to leave his arms.
“Say, why don’t you meet me at the bus stop tomorrow. I’d like to take you on a proper date.”