"Thanks," she breathes, a little surprised by his use of the word ‘beautiful.’ She isn’t sure she’s ever heard it spoken with such sincerity before, at least not to her. She muffles a yawn in her shoulder, though it stops awkwardly halfway through at what he says next. "What?" she asks, frowning as she turns towards the door and hesitantly stands up to walk off the couch. "You — are you here?" Her heart is pounding as she walks towards the door, but he’s asking her to trust him. She’s not sure if she can in the broader sense of the word, but this is something simple. She can open the door. And she does — slowly undoing the lock and opening her door. Sure enough — he’s standing there, soaking wet and dripping, phone still pressed to his ear. "Shane," she exhales, the hand holding hers dropping down to her side as she stares at him and tries to process the fact that he’s apparently walked here. In the rain. At three o’clock in the morning. "What are you doing here?" she whispered, eyes searching his face and soaking his expression in. God, it’s nice to see him again, after so long. She’s missed him quite terribly.
"Don’t ask questions, just — open the door, I promise nothing bad will happen," He mumbles, running his fingers through his hair as he stand outside. He knows it must be hard for her to trust him, but he needs her to trust him right now. All she has to do is open the door and he can apologize and tell her what he’s been dying to tell her ever since he picked up the phone. It’s those five words that she needs to hear; those five words that he needs to tell her before he chickens out and runs away. His breath comes out heavy, teeth chattering as she unlocks the door. Pulling his phone away from his ear, he presses the ‘end call’ button and looks back at her. He feels like he’s going to puke, in the best way possible. His heart is pounding in his chest and he’s nearly positive that she can hear it, but he doesn’t care. "I’m in love with you," He breathes out, gulping thickly. He definitely feels like he’s going to puke. Everything is going a mile a minute and he’s starting to feel dizzy and there’s this fuzzy feeling in his stomach and that’s when he really knows that he’s in love. Because she can make him feel all these different things at once and all he needs to do is look at her and there’s something about the way her eyes glisten that makes his heart skip a beat and God, he’s fucked. "I’m in love with you," He repeats, just to make sure he said it correctly — and to make sure that she heard it correctly. "Vegas, I’m so in love with you, and I don’t know how else to put it or how else to say it and I know I’ve been a real asshole but — I love you. And I think you’re beautiful and amazing and a bunch of other good words that I can’t really think of because I never finished high school and I feel like I’m going to pass out. But I had to tell you in person, I had to let you know that I love you. And I will love you tomorrow, next week, next month, however long you will allow me to love you for. I’m sorry it took me this long to realize."
"Right," Maya muttered, nodding to herself. Of course, as soon as everything looked like it was gonna go well for once, he had to run off and be with his girlfriend. That was just her luck. (Why was she so upset? Why did she care about his relationship status, anyway?) "Little Rusty Anderson always has to do what he’s told." She can’t help but be a bitch about it, feels like shit so she has to make everyone else feel it too. "Does your girlfriend know she’s already got wrapped around her little finger?"
"Come on, Maya, why are you acting like this? You said it yourself, you don’t do relationships — you sound pretty jealous. What’s up? What’s going on? Is there something you wanna talk about?" He asked, looking back at the petite girl. "What the hell is your problem?" He was starting to get frustrated again and he should’ve saw it coming. Maya knew just what buttons to push to get him worked up and whatever game she was playing, it was working. He wanted to laugh at how pathetic he was for thinking that he could actually tolerate her. She was little miss perfect; always had to have things the way she wanted them. She probably thought the universe revolved around her. "I’m not wrapped around her finger. You don’t know what you’re talking about."
“Fuck,” Jax breathed, his fingertips twitching as he fought the urge to grab Jace’s hips and hold him in place so he could get some actual fucking friction. There was no doubt in his mind that he already looked completely fucked, his pupils blown and his face flushed, the red heat spreading down his chest as his arousal grew. Instead of getting embarrassed by Jace’s words and trying to hold on to any semblance of heterosexuality he might have had left, Jax just nodded, licking his lips and sitting up. He managed to speak, his voice low and rough in his throat. “How do you want me?”
Jace watches as Jax sits up, and he’s pleasantly surprised because never in a million years would he have thought he’d have power over Jax. Slipping off the bed, he tugged his jeans and boxers off, his shirt being discarded soon after. “Well, first I want you to take your boxers off,” He ordered, slipping back onto the bed. One hand wrapped around his cock as he watched Jax, a small smirk forming on his lips. “Then, I want you to suck Daddy off. Could you do that, baby boy? Cause if you can’t… Daddy might have to spank you,” He purred, teeth digging into his lower lip. Oddly enough, he wasn’t self conscious, he actually felt pretty confident right now; opposed to the other times they fucked where he’d felt vulnerable. It felt kinda nice now that their positions were switched up — he could get used to this.
"Yes, I’m sure, shut up." He groaned, attempting to quiet him down with a small peck on the lips, leaning back feeling the other’s lips on his jaw line, he held back a giggle, being ridiculously ticklish never really helped him in these situations. "I’m not a sap," he pouted, sticking his bottom lip out at the other. Being with Jace intimately didn’t feel much different than he expected it too, it’s something he’d thought about for a while, a long while but it was about time something actually happened between the two. "Hey, I love you too."
"Alright, fine," Jace mumbled, pouting playfully. But then Brendan’s lips were pressed against his own and he couldn’t continue pouting, so he left his lips fall down to the other boy’s jawline, pressing sweet kisses to his soft skin. "You totally are," He grinned, pulling away from his neck to look down at him. Pinning his arms to the couch gently (not like it mattered because Brendan was much stronger than Jace was), he leaned down and pressed their lips together once more, this time a bit rougher. "It’s kind of hot, though," He teased, winking playfully at the other.
Yes, Maya hated her reputation. But, yes, she also had sex with a lot of guys that she hadn’t necessarily been dating at the time. It made sense that she couldn’t have one without the other; maybe it was a necessary sacrifice she had to make. Suddenly, she was uncomfortable, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear and fidgeting. “Thanks.” His opinion did matter, surprisingly. “It does. Count for something, I mean.”
Things had definitely changed within the few minutes the brunette had been in his room. Flicking his tongue out to wet his lips, he gulped and scratched at the back of his neck shyly. “Anytime,” He mumbled, looking any place but directly at her. It was weird, they were getting along. He wasn’t sure if he liked it or not, to be completely honest. “Uh, I should, probably get going. My girlfriend’s probably waiting for me, or something.”
Maya really couldn’t be sure why, but she was growing tired of hearing Rusty talk about his girlfriend. He’d barely mentioned her, hadn’t even said her name, but Maya was already over it, wanting to move on to the next topic of conversation. And if that topic just so happened to be her sex life, then so be it. She laughed without humor, shaking her head. “I’m surprised you haven’t heard more about my reputation, Rusty.” Maybe he just didn’t hang around the people who hated her; that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. “According to the majority of this lovely place we call home, I’m a major slut.” She kept her gaze straight on his face, unashamed. “I’m not really a stranger to casual sex.”
Maybe Rusty had heard a thing here or there, heard something along the lines of Maya sleeping around with people. He just figured that they were rumors, he tried not to feed into them. But there she was, confirming all of it. He had to admit that he was a little bit jealous; mainly of the fact that there were other guys that were touching her. Why was he getting worked up over it? He didn’t even like her. Maybe he was just jealous that she was actually getting some. “Well, I don’t think you’re a slut, if that counts for anything.”
"How would I know that?" she asked, quirking an eyebrow. "It’s not like we’re exceptional at having conversations with each other." She sighed, laughing a bit under her breath, before she shook her head. "No. No boyfriend for me." Maya was a bit much to handle, her vocal feminism and her penchant for lashing out keeping her from developing any meaningful relationships. While she was no stranger to casual sex, Maya didn’t really date. “I — thanks.” She swallowed thickly, shrugging like it was the most casual thing in the world. “That’s what it sounded like.”
"Well my dad can’t shut up about her for two seconds, so I figured maybe my dad brought it up while they were having a normal conversation and your mom said something about it to you, but, yeah, I guess I can see where you’re coming from with that." Nodding his head a bit, he looked back at the girl standing in front of him, listening to everything she had said. (Which was something he rarely did.) "——- No problem." As much as he couldn’t stand Maya, he did find her rather… attractive; and she could sometimes be an okay person to talk to. (Not that they’ve ever had a conversation that lasted more than two minutes without one of them getting annoyed.) "All I said was that you should try casual sex. It could help ease some tension, get your mind off things."
He still can’t help but let out a concerned noise, almost like a huff. But, it’s only up to Brandon to tell him if he’s upset or not, so Russell has no choice but to believe him. “Yeah, then why are your eyes all wet?” And his little puppy dog pout has become prominent on his lips, slouching into his embrace. He can’t help but smile when he feels the kiss on his cheek, however. Really, he needs to keep every kiss in his pocket that he can, knowing he’ll be losing them soon. “Had a nightmare, but I ‘spose so.” He lets out a cough, almost one that sounds a little too terrible. But, he’s been coughing a lot more recently, so he doesn’t fuss about it. “M’still so sleepy. Guess I just can’t sleep without you.” He crawls into Brandon’s lap, head resting on his shoulder as he sniffles. “I love you a lot. You know that, right?”
Brandon can’t even be upset when Russell’s pouting like that. Quite honestly, it’s not very fair. He hasn’t been able to cry in a few weeks now, because the other boy had forbid it. He had tried to be strong, but he was breaking and he needed to let it out; he couldn’t tell Russell that he’d been crying, though, he’d be disappointed in him. “Allergies,” He mumbles, even if it’s a lame excuse and Russell probably won’t buy it, it’s worth a shot. “Nightmare?” Brandon asked, both eyebrows arching as he rolled over so that he was on top of Russell. Leaning down and pressing sweet kisses to his neck, he let his hands find the brunette’s; their fingers intertwining. “Do you wanna talk about it?” He asked softly as he pulled away from his neck, looking up at him with sparkling green optics. “I can say the same thing. — Don’t know how I’m gonna sleep when you’re gone.” It was a truthful statement. When Russell died Brandon probably wouldn’t be sleeping for days. “I love you too, baby boy.”
As much as Maya complained about her mother and the way she seemed to fall apart around every man who was even slightly attractive, she had inherited a few of those traits, seeking approval and emotional connection in all the wrong places. Only, her method of throwing herself at someone involved well-aimed blows to their ego and awkward questions that made her feel rejected when the answer wasn’t what she wanted to hear. Her pale skin blushed easily, which was sure to be her downfall, her cheeks growing hot. “Of course you do,” she confirmed, shrugging a shoulder. She ran a hand through her red hair, wishing she could be anywhere but there. “Don’t be gross,” she chastised. “I was just trying to make conversation.”
"Well, yeah, we’ve been dating for a few weeks now. I thought you knew," He muttered, shrugging his shoulders slightly. "Don’t you have a boyfriend? I mean, don’t take this the wrong way, but you’re pretty enough to be able to get one." He knows he’s going to regret that compliment. Slipping toward the edge of the bed, he looked up at her, arching an eyebrow. "It was a simple question," He protested, chewing on the inside of his cheek. "Trying to make conversation by asking if I was offering you sex?"