shellbilee

[shellbilee]

This was so beautifully fluffy 😍😍😍

Off the Red Carpet

SUMMARY: You accompany Glen to a red carpet event, and you get to watch him be in his element- the chaos of flashing cameras and the glitz of the red carpet- firsthand. As Glen navigates the spotlight, you remain behind the scenes, quietly proud of the star he's become, all while cherishing the connection between you that exists when the cameras aren't on.

A/N: This idea was originally from @hunterthecharmer thank you for the idea and for giving me the okay to try my hand at writing this! Hope you enjoy it!

WARNINGS: None. This one is pretty fluffy.

WORD COUNT: 3.2k

The hotel suite hummed with quiet activity, a mix of soft music playing, and the occasional murmur of conversation from the main room.

The golden hues of sunset filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting warm light across the space. You stood in front of the full-length mirror, smoothing the gown over your hips. The fabric felt luxurious under your fingers, flowing softly into a gentle train. The way it hugged your figure made you feel like you belonged on the arm of someone like Glen, even if the thought of stepping into the spotlight still set your nerves on edge.

You took a deep breath, adjusting one of the delicate straps before reaching behind you to zip up the dress. Your fingers fumbled, unable to grasp the tiny pull. Frustration mixed with your growing nervousness, and you let out a soft sigh, glancing toward the closed door.

As if on cue, there was a knock.

“Babe? You almost ready?” Glen’s voice carried through the door, warm and familiar, a grounding force amidst your swirling thoughts.

“Almost,” you called back, your voice a little breathless. “But…I might need some help.”

The door creaked open, and Glen stepped inside, his eyes immediately finding you. The room seemed to still for a moment as his gaze swept over you, his usual easy smile softening into something more profound.

“Wow,” he said quietly, the word barely more than a breath.

You felt your cheeks warm under his stare. “Think you can help me with this?” you asked, turning slightly to show him the unzipped back of your dress.

He stepped closer, his movements unhurried, and gently brushed your hair to one side. “Of course,” he murmured, his fingers brushing lightly against your skin as he took hold of the zipper.

The soft tug of the fabric and the warmth of his touch sent a shiver down your spine. When he finished, his hands lingered for a moment, resting gently at your waist before he turned you to face him. His eyes roamed over you, and the quiet awe in his expression made your heart skip a beat.

“What do you think?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

He took a step back, as if needing to take all of you in, and shook his head slightly, almost in disbelief. “I think,” he said, his voice low and sincere, “you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

Your lips parted, but before you could respond, he reached up, his thumb brushing tenderly along your cheek. “Seriously,” he added, his tone soft but earnest. “I don’t know how I got so lucky.”

The emotion in his words made your chest tighten, and when he leaned in to kiss you, it wasn’t just an affectionate peck. It was slow and deliberate, his lips lingering on yours like he wanted to make sure you felt every ounce of what he couldn’t put into words.

“Glen,” his manager called from the other side. “We need to get going.”

Glen pulled back, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. “Guess that’s our cue.” He smiled down at you, taking your hand in his. “You ready?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” you said, though your voice carried a hint of uncertainty.

The soft click of the hotel room door echoed as you and Glen stepped into the hallway. The plush carpet muffled the sound of your heels, but walking in them while managing the delicate train of your gown was proving to be a challenge. You tried to discreetly gather the fabric in one hand, balancing it while taking careful steps, but the effort was less than graceful.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Glen glance down, his expression shifting to one of quiet amusement. Without a word, he slowed his pace, gently reaching for the trailing fabric of your gown.

“Here,” he said softly, gathering the train in one hand with practiced ease. “Let me take care of that.”

You blinked, surprised by the gesture. “Glen, you don’t have to—”

He cut you off with a small shake of his head, his lips curving into a warm smile. “I know I don’t have to,” he said, his tone light yet sincere. “But I want to. Can’t have you tripping before we even make it to the car.”

You couldn’t help but laugh softly at that, the sound easing some of the lingering nerves in your chest. As you resumed walking, you felt the gentle pressure of his other hand resting lightly at the small of your back, guiding you with an ease that felt so natural, so him.

When you reached the elevator, Glen shifted slightly, keeping hold of your gown as he pressed the call button with his free hand. The doors slid open with a quiet chime, and he gestured for you to step inside first, his hand never leaving its spot at your waist as you did.

Inside the elevator, you turned to look at him, your eyes meeting his. The golden lighting highlighted the soft yet focused expression on his face. “Thank you,” you said quietly, your voice filled with genuine gratitude.

He tilted his head slightly, his smile deepening. “You don’t have to thank me,” he said simply. “That’s what I’m here for.”

The sincerity in his words made your heart flutter, and you found yourself leaning into his touch ever so slightly as the elevator began its descent.

Glen caught the movement, his thumb brushing lightly against your back in response. “You okay?” he asked, his voice low and just for you.

You nodded, feeling the corners of your lips tug upward. “Yeah,” you replied softly. “I just…I feel lucky.”

His smile widened, and he leaned down, pressing a quick, reassuring kiss to your temple. “Funny,” he murmured, his voice carrying a hint of playful charm. “Because I was just thinking the same thing.”

The elevator chimed again, signaling your arrival at the lobby. Glen stepped aside to let you exit first, but not before giving your waist one last gentle squeeze.

The lobby was alive with a low hum of activity, hotel staff bustling about and the faint chatter of guests mingling in the background. As you and Glen approached the doors, the distant sound of cameras clicking and voices calling out his name grew louder. Paparazzi were stationed just beyond the entrance, their flashes already bouncing off the glass.

Glen’s security team, always a step ahead, intercepted you both before you reached the main doors. One of them leaned in to speak quietly. “The parking garage is clear. We’ll take you through there to avoid the crowd.”

Glen nodded, his hand still resting lightly at the small of your back as the team led you toward a side corridor. The bright, polished floors of the lobby gave way to the dimmer, utilitarian lighting of the garage. The quiet hum of fluorescent lights above and the occasional echo of footsteps replaced the buzz of the crowd outside.

As you stepped into the cool expanse of the garage, your heels clicked softly against the concrete. You walked side by side with Glen, his presence steady and reassuring, until you came upon a patch of water glistening under the overhead lights. It stretched across the pathway, and your gaze dropped to the delicate hem of your gown, worry flickering across your face.

Before you could even voice your concern or attempt to maneuver around it, Glen reacted instinctively. “Hold on,” he said, his voice calm but firm.

Without hesitation, he bent slightly and swept you up into his arms as though you weighed nothing. A surprised laugh escaped your lips, your hands instinctively gripping his shoulders as he carried you effortlessly around the puddle.

“Glen!” you exclaimed, though your tone was more amused than admonishing. “You really didn’t have to do that.”

He glanced down at you, a soft chuckle rumbling in his chest. “What kind of boyfriend would I be if I let your dress get ruined before you even make it to the event?” he teased, his eyes sparkling with warmth.

Your cheeks flushed, but you couldn’t stop the smile that spread across your face. “Still, I could’ve managed.”

“Maybe,” he said with a smirk as he set you gently back on your feet, his hands lingering at your waist to steady you. “But why make you do it when I’m right here?”

You shook your head, still smiling, as you adjusted your gown. Just then, his security team opened the back door of a black SUV with tinted windows. 

“Milady,” Glen said with a playful smile, gesturing for you to step in.

“Thank you,” you replied, matching his tone as you carefully slid into the plush leather seat, mindful of your dress.

Glen followed suit, settling in beside you and closing the door behind him. The faint hum of the engine provided a soothing background noise as the driver pulled out of the garage and onto the city streets.

For a moment, you were quiet, staring out the window at the lights of the bustling city. Glen shifted beside you, his shoulder brushing yours as he leaned closer.

“You okay?” he asked, his voice soft but tinged with concern.

You glanced at him, offering a small nod. “Just…nervous, I guess. It’s a big night for you, and I don’t want to—”

“Be ridiculous,” Glen interrupted gently, flashing his trademark grin. “You’re not going to ruin anything. Trust me.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, the tension in your shoulders easing slightly.

“There she is,” he said, nudging you playfully. “See? You’re going to be fine. You’re not even walking the red carpet, anyway. You get to stay behind the cameras and sip champagne while I do all the work.”

“I wouldn’t exactly call posing for photos and answering questions work,” you teased, arching a brow.

“Oh, it’s brutal,” he said, feigning seriousness. “All those flashing lights, having to keep this face from looking too shiny…”

You shook your head, smiling, but the fluttering in your stomach didn’t entirely subside. Glen seemed to notice.

His hand found yours, his fingers threading through yours with ease. His thumb began to graze over your knuckles in a soothing rhythm.

“Hey,” he said, his tone softer now, his teasing dropped. “You don’t have to be nervous. I’m really happy you’re here with me tonight. It means a lot.”

You looked at him, his expression earnest and filled with something deeper than you could put into words.

“Thanks,” you said quietly, squeezing his hand. “I’m happy to be here with you, too. I’m proud of you, you know.”

Glen’s lips quirked into a small smile, his thumb continuing its comforting motion. “Well, don’t make me cry before we even get there.”

As the car slowed to a stop outside the venue, the energy in the air shifted, electrified by the flash of cameras and the distant sound of fans calling out names. You could feel the thrum of excitement radiating through the air, reverberating in your chest.

Glen adjusted his bow tie, his jawline sharp under the streetlights. He turned to you, a small, reassuring smile tugging at his lips. “Ready for the madness?”

You nodded, even though your nerves had returned. The line of cars ahead crawled forward, one by one releasing a parade of celebrities who were met with the cheers of the crowd and the blinding strobe of camera flashes.

When it was finally your turn, Glen stepped out first, his polished shoes meeting the pavement. The crowd erupted, calling his name as the flashes intensified. He turned to wave, flashing that Hollywood smile that had charmed audiences all over the world.

Then, as if the chaos around him didn’t exist, Glen turned back to you. He leaned down, extending a hand through the open door. “C’mon,” he said softly, his voice cutting through the noise.

You took his hand, the warmth of his palm grounding you as you stepped out. For a brief moment, the two of you stood together, a quiet connection amidst the frenzy. Glen gave your hand one last squeeze, his thumb brushing your skin in a silent promise before he stepped toward the red carpet.

“See you inside,” he said, and then he was gone, the lights and cameras swallowing him whole.

His manager appeared at your side, her touch gentle as she guided you away from the chaos and toward the media’s edge. Here, you were safely tucked behind the lines of reporters, photographers, and onlookers, shielded from the prying lenses but still close enough to see everything.

From your vantage point, you watched Glen stride onto the red carpet like he owned it. His confidence radiated with every step, and the cameras adored him. He paused in front of the wall of flashing bulbs, effortlessly shifting his stance to give them what they wanted—his signature smile. He turned slightly to the left, then to the right, his jawline sharp under the bright lights. The tailored suit he wore fit him perfectly, exuding the kind of polished charm that only he could pull off.

He looked every bit the Hollywood Leading Man, and for a moment, you found yourself caught between awe and adoration. Glen was always himself with you—gentle, playful, sincere—but here, he embodied the star the world had come to know. And yet, there was a thrill in knowing that beneath the flawless exterior was the man you knew better than anyone.

Your attention lingered as he moved seamlessly into an interview. He leaned in slightly, his posture relaxed but engaged, as the interviewer asked their question. You couldn’t hear the words over the buzz of the crowd, but you could tell by the way his brow lifted and a small smile tugged at his lips that it was something lighthearted. And then it came—the laugh. His shoulders shook just slightly, and his expression softened in a way that made your heart swell.

As he finished his response, Glen straightened and glanced around, his eyes scanning the crowd. When they landed on you, a grin spread across his face. He gave you a quick wink, just enough to send your stomach fluttering before he turned back to shake the interviewer’s hand and move on.

Your smile grew as you watched him continue down the carpet, stopping now and then to interact with fans pressed against the barriers. He greeted each one with genuine warmth, signing photos and posters, crouching down for selfies, and even exchanging a few words with those lucky enough to catch his attention.

One young fan, no more than ten years old, handed Glen a scrapbook of drawings they’d made of him. He thumbed through the pages, his expression shifting to one of quiet amazement. You could see his lips move as he said something to the child, who nodded enthusiastically while clutching a pen Glen had just handed back.

“Thank you so much,” you heard him say clearly to another fan as they gushed about his latest role.

This was a side of him that always took your breath away—the way he gave so much of himself to those who supported him. He didn’t just exist in their world; he connected with it, leaving pieces of himself behind for everyone to cherish.

And then, as if drawn by some invisible thread, his gaze found yours once more. This time, it lingered, a soft yet electric connection that sent a wave of warmth through you. His lips curved into a smile, not the polished one for the cameras or the fans, but one meant just for you.

You raised a hand in a small wave, your heart beating a little faster as he gave you a subtle nod before turning back to the next group of fans.

“Crazy, isn’t it?” his manager said, leaning toward you with a knowing smile.

You nodded, your gaze fixed on Glen as he moved gracefully through the crowd. “It’s surreal. But he… he makes it look easy.”

“That’s Glen for you,” she said with a chuckle. “Always knows how to work a room—or a red carpet.”

You laughed softly, but your attention never strayed far from him. He was magnetic, every movement deliberate yet natural, as if he’d been born for this.

This was his moment. After the whirlwind year he’d had—the long days on set, the relentless press tours, and the skyrocketing success—he deserved every bit of the recognition coming his way.

And while you were more than content to stay in the background, watching from the edges of his world, you couldn’t deny the pride and love that surged through you as you saw him shine.

The buzz of the red carpet faded the moment you stepped into the building. The quieter hum of conversation and the elegant glow of the interior lights replaced the chaos outside, offering a reprieve from the cameras and shouting fans.

Glen’s manager stayed close by, her heels clicking against the polished floor as she led you through the foyer. “He should be coming in right behind us,” she said, glancing back at you with a reassuring smile.

You nodded, your fingers fiddling with the delicate strap of your clutch as your nerves began to settle. But before you could think too much about the evening ahead, you felt it—a warm hand sliding around your waist.

“Miss me already?” he teased, his voice low enough that only you could hear.

Your lips curved into a smile as you looked up at him. “Always.”

There was a brief pause, and then Glen offered you his arm, his tone light. “Shall we?”

You accepted without hesitation, slipping your arm through his as he led you further into the building. The buzz of the outside world felt like a distant memory now, replaced by the quiet elegance of the venue's interior. The soft lighting and low hum of conversation seemed to make everything feel more intimate, even amidst the crowd.

“So, how did I do?” Glen asked with a teasing edge, clearly eager for your opinion.

“You were perfect,” you said honestly, giving his arm a small squeeze. “I’ve never seen you look more confident. Like you belonged there.”

He chuckled, his voice warm as he turned to face you. “Well, it’s a bit easier when I’ve got someone like you cheering me on.”

You couldn’t help the flush that crept up your neck, but you gave him a smile in return, silently grateful for how grounded he made you feel in the midst of the chaos.

“Seriously, though,” he added as you made your way through the foyer. “I’m glad you’re here. I wouldn’t want to do this without you by my side.”

As the two of you continued through the space, the evening ahead felt less intimidating, more like an opportunity to savor the quieter moments together. While the world outside might never fully understand the dynamic between you, it was moments like this—away from the cameras, just the two of you—that made it all worth it.

The night ahead would be full of attention and flash, but the most important thing was that, despite the world around you, you were right where you needed to be—by his side, without needing to make a spectacle of it.

[shellbilee]

Hey There Darlin' - Chapter 11

Warnings: Cursing, smut

Billie

The bedroom is silent save for the sound of Billie and Glen’s combined breathing, both of them panting as they lay on the bed in a sweaty tangle of sheets and naked limbs.

Billie smiles to herself, her whole body feeling spent. She’s positive she’s never come that many times before, certain in that moment that Glen is absolutely the best sex of her life. It isn’t just because she's so attracted to him either - he really is just that fucking good.

Riding his face, the way she’d all but screamed his name as she’d come, and the way he’d gripped her thighs and held her over-sensitized body down onto him so that a second orgasm almost immediately followed the first. 

She’d slid down off him and Glen had quickly reached for a condom, soon pulling her back onto his lap and sliding oh-so-deliciously into her. Billie had ridden him until her legs had given out, before he’d rolled them over and slotted himself between her thighs. He’d lifted one of her legs and rested her ankle on his shoulder, driving into her until she was dangerously close to coming all over again. Breathy and desperately wanton at this point, Billie had reached down between their joined bodies to play with herself as he’d fucked her, the sight quickly sending Glen tipping over the edge right after Billie.

“I can’t believe we ended up at the same place tonight” Billie muses, her breathing finally slowing.

“I can’t believe how fuckin’ sexy you looked tonight” Glen replies, turning to press a gentle kiss to the side of Billie’s head and making her smile reflexively, “Seriously peach, you have no idea the effect you have on me”.

Billie rolls onto her side and props herself up onto her elbow, loving the way Glen’s eyes run down her naked body.

“I don’t know if you just heard the sounds I was making, but I’d say the effect you have on me is much the same”

Glen grins like a cheeky school boy, and Billie can’t take her eyes off his face.

“I love the sounds you make, and I love knowing that you’re making them because of me”

Billie grins back, her lips still feeling kiss-swollen. 

“It’s kinda hard to be quiet when you use your tongue like that” she replies softly, a shiver running down her spine as the memory of his mouth on her spreads throughout her belly, “Or your fingers. Or your dick”.

Glen laughs and trails his fingers down her side, leaving goosebumps in his wake. She lets out a silent breath as she looks back at him, her eyes glancing briefly at his muscled chest. 

“Do you mind if I have a shower? I hate sleeping with a face full of makeup and the smell of club on me”

“Of course not darlin’, was just thinking I wanted to do the same thing” Glen replies, yawning adorably and running his fingers through his sandy blonde hair.

Billie smiles before she leans in and kisses him, rolling over and off the bed and making her way to the bedroom ensuite. She can feel his eyes behind her drinking in her bare skin, glancing over her shoulder and grinning to herself when she finds him lying on his back naked and doing just that.

She exhales silently, deciding then that she could absolutely get used to the sight of naked Glen Powell in the bedroom. He’s like a Greek god statue - perfectly sculpted, with a perfect dick to match. Mmm.

Billie walks into the adjoining bathroom, noting all the dark, luxury furnishings and smooth, cool stone, reaching into Glen’s enormous double shower and switching on the water. She ties her hair up into a messy bun high on her head and takes a second to look at her bare self in the mirror, watching as the steam from the shower starts to fill up the room. 

She hears Glen step into the bathroom and suddenly he’s behind her in the mirror’s reflection, Billie’s eyes flickering over him in all his naked glory as she watches him pull out a spare towel and hang it on the shower hook beside his own. He turns and winks at her in the mirror, bending to press a gentle kiss to her shoulder, before taking her hand and guiding her into the shower with him.

It’s sweet and soft, and not at all a repeat of their previous few showers together, Glen’s arms wrapped around Billie’s torso as the spray runs down her back. She closes her eyes, savouring the heavenly warmth of both the water and Glen’s embrace, dipping her head forward to rest on his shoulder as her chest presses against his. She smiles against his skin when she feels his lips on her temple, listening to the rustle of bottles and moments later smelling the spicy, sweet scent of Glen’s body wash.

It takes her by surprise when she feels the loofah against her back, realising that he's washing her as she feels him sweep along her skin. The delicious scent gets stronger - a combination of wood, citrus and something sweet like vanilla, that smell that she's come to associate as uniquely him, feeling a wave of peace wash over her as she stands in his arms. It's a moment of calm after a busy, non-stop night, and Billie still can't quite believe that showering with Glen Powell has become somewhat of a norm in her life over the past week and a bit.

She smiles to herself again, realising that there's nowhere she'd rather be than here right now, exhaling heavily as she revels in the feeling of Glen's hands gliding over and down her back.

She's not sure if it's the alcohol from the bachelorette or the post-orgasm hormones that's clouding her thoughts but for a split second her mind wanders - acutely aware of a sudden warmth in the depth of her chest, an otherwise foreign feeling that she hasn't felt for the longest time. Like a butterfly slowly awakening, starting to unfurl its wings after months spent wrapped tight and closed. She sighs silently, allowing the feeling to take over her for just a moment longer, lifting her head when she feels Glen's hand cup her cheek.

“You okay?”

Billie nods, her lips stretching into a soft, content smile.

“Perfect”

Glen grins back at her then - effortlessly handsome even with his hair wet and flattened to his forehead, water droplets dripping from his long blonde lashes. He’s so gorgeous it almost hurts Billie to look at him, and she silently thanks whatever higher power is up there for making her lucky enough to be able to see him like this.

Eventually they finish the shower, Glen wrapping his towel low around his waist and looking so sinfully attractive that Billie has to actively work to stop herself from staring, wrapping her own towel around herself as Glen disappears into the bedroom. She takes the tie from her hair and runs her fingers through her long curls, thankful that her hair still looks half decent as she looks at her now makeup free reflection. Her skin is blotchy from a night of alcohol and partying and she can't help the momentary sting of panic she feels at being completely bare in front of Glen without even her skincare - her thoughts suddenly pausing when he appears behind her holding out a t-shirt.

“Here you go darlin’”

Billie takes the shirt gratefully, immediately clocking the orange Texas Longhorns logo across the chest and she smiling because of course that's what he's given her to sleep in. She slips the shirt over her head and drops her towel as Glen disappears into the bedroom again, returning seconds later dressed in loose navy sweat pants and holding a spare toothbrush in his hand.

“You look good in my shirt, peach”

Billie chuckles, smoothing the shirt down over her body. “And your saying that has nothing to do with this right?” she quips, pointing to the orange bull symbol emblazoned on her chest.

Glen laughs, deep and throaty, leaning his hip against the bathroom counter and looking back at her appreciatively. “Texas orange does look real good on you too” 

Billie grins and turns back to the mirror, looking over the loose fit of the shirt and the way it ends high on her naked thighs. The material is soft against her skin and smells deliciously like Glen - the next best thing to having his arms wrapped around her. She sets about brushing her teeth and Glen does the same, Billie feeling her heart swell at the domesticity of the simple, shared task as she watches him bend and rinse his mouth.

“Just gonna go let the boys out” Glen says when he’s done, leaning over to kiss her cheek, his hand finding her hip and giving her an adoring squeeze, “Meet you in bed?”

Billie nods, smiling with a mouthful of toothpaste and hearing him whistle for Brisket and Nugget, watching through the mirror as he retreats into the bedroom. 

When she retires to the bedroom a few minutes later she finds him already in bed, one arm tucked behind his head and the other outstretched on the adjacent pillow. He smiles at her lazily, the sight making her stomach squeeze in the best way, Billie slipping in beside him and relaxing against the silky, charcoal coloured sheets.

Her own lips tug into a smile then, feeling Glen’s lips press to her temple as he drapes one arm across her torso and pulls her in close, Billie closing her eyes and drifting off to sleep dreaming sweet things about the man holding her.

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Glen

“I’ll send you the link” Megan’s voice says, Glen pinching the bridge of his nose as he holds his phone to his ear listening to his publicist speak, “Try not to stress Glen, they haven’t reported who she is and at this point there’s no way to tell either”

Glen nods, exhaling heavily. “Thanks Meg”

He barely listens when she reminds him of the meetings and engagements he has for the rest of the week, responding with clipped single words before the phone call ends.

Glen throws his phone onto the coffee table with more force than usual, the loud clang startling Brisket and making him look up from his spot on the adjacent couch curiously. 

“Sorry bud” Glen says, walking over and patting his fluffy head comfortingly, flopping onto the couch beside him and dropping his head back dramatically.

Thirteen days.

Thirteen days was all it had taken for his little bubble to burst. Some part of him always knew that it was inevitable, but still he hadn’t expected for it to happen so quickly.

His phone beeps and he begrudgingly leans forward to retrieve it, opening the message from Meg and clicking the link she’d sent through. He exhales heavily through his nose as the website loads, scrolling down the page to find the pictures in question. 

As it turns out someone had taken photos of him and Billie at the club last night, which of course had been posted and quickly circulated online. The pictures showed Glen and Billie on the dancefloor, Glen’s hands low on Billie’s hips with his head angled towards hers, Billie’s face turned towards him but otherwise largely obscured by her long hair. He rubs his face with his hand, skimming the words on the website - most of it speculation about the ‘brunette beauty that’s caught the Top Gun: Maverick star’s eye’, along with a recap of all his previous relationships. He sighs out loud, Meg’s words about not being able to tell who she is replaying in his head and providing him a glimmer of reassurance. 

He puts his phone down and takes a second to think, suddenly debating whether or not to tell Billie. He wants to be honest with her, but he knows that bringing this up is a risk to whatever they have together, especially so soon into it. He’s never before dated someone that wasn’t somehow in the famous circles herself, and more than that he’s never dated someone while being at the level of fame he’s currently at. Being in the public eye is difficult, even more so when it’s thrust upon you without warning. He has no way of knowing how Billie would react to this news, how she would deal with the changes that would inevitably affect every facet of her life, and more than that, if she would even want to deal with it. 

Glen drops his head back on the couch again, closing his eyes for a long moment.

On one hand, telling her about this now could jeopardise everything between them if Billie decided that it was simply all too much. On the other hand, not telling her about it meant that he risked her finding this out on her own - a surely unwelcome surprise that she’d know he kept from her. Neither option sounded good to him, as both risked him potentially losing everything with Billie. Still, not saying anything would allow him to stay in their bubble a little longer, delay the inevitable as it were, before the rest of the world found out and they had to deal with the worst parts of his job. 

His eyes flash open when his phone beeps again, reaching over to pick it up and smiling when he sees Billie’s name on the screen. He hasn’t seen her since Sunday, since they’d slept in together, had a lazy breakfast in bed and then proceeded to play house for the rest of the day. They’d ended up watching Jurassic Park in Glen’s theatre room following a passionate discussion about each other’s favourite movies, quickly discovering that the dinosaur blockbuster a long time favourite of the both of them.

That had led to them watching the rest of the Jurassic franchise from the original first movie all the way to the final Jurassic World film, with a brief rewind during the third one when Glen had gotten distracted having Billie’s bare legs in his lap - especially when she was still only wearing his Longhorns shirt and nothing else. That had led to his hands wandering and before long he had Billie splayed out on the theatre recliner, licking between her thighs like a man starved, eventually bending her over the armrest and fucking her until they were both crying out each other’s names. 

Begrudgingly, Glen had eventually driven Billie home late on Sunday night, though not without several attempts to get her to stay over again - Billie countering by saying that she couldn’t live only in his clothes to which Glen vehemently disagreed. They’d messaged back and forth since then, sending pictures and asking about each other's days, a face-time call on Tuesday evening after Glen had finished with a sunset photoshoot for GQ. 

Today, Thursday, he knew that Billie went to pilates with the girls in the late afternoon, having texted her how it went. She’d just responded to his message just now, letting him know as such.

Glen grins, his thoughts immediately taking a sinful turn.

It was really tough tonight! So much leg work. My poor glutes are on fire🔥

Are you volunteering? 🙈

Sounds like you’ll need a massage then 👀

He chuckles out loud, not wasting any time in responding. 

He can picture her smirking, laughing at his playful words, wishing he was there with her to hear it. 

Anything to get my hands on that perfect ass of yours, baby 🍑

You’re bad, Mr Powell

That doesn’t sound like a no darlin

Oh I’m absolutely not saying no. I’m always down for a massage, especially from you 😉

Glen can’t wipe the smile from his face then, loving their constant playful, flirty banter. He grins at the screen when she replies with a wink emoji, letting out a breath and deciding not to tell her about the photos - at least not yet anyway. He wants to enjoy the two of them for just a little longer, to enjoy being himself with Billie without the added stresses of his job, to explore whatever this was growing between them. He puts his phone down and looks over at Brisket beside him, reaching over to pat him and ruffling his silky white fur.

You’re bad, Miss James

“Wanna go for a walk buddy?”

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Billie

Billie smooths back her high ponytail in the bathroom mirror, taming some stray fly-away hairs from her pilates sweat session. She readjusts her clear framed glasses and flicks off the light, walking out of Bec's bathroom and back into the kitchen where the girls are sitting. She can hear them both talking and laughing, her feet momentarily pausing underneath her when she hears a third voice - a thick, Texan accent that she's become very familiar with over the past two weeks.

Glen?

She steps out into the kitchen to find Sloane seated at the island bench and holding Billie’s phone, Bec beside her and similarly looking at the screen, apparently on a facetime call.

“What are you two doing?” 

Both girls’ heads snap up at the sound of her voice, an innocent smile on Sloane's face, gesturing to the phone in her hand as if taking a facetime call on Billie's phone is the most normal thing in the world. Bec only grins, shrugging her shoulders innocently and picking up her glass of wine, taking a sip and moving to sit back on her stool.

“Glen was calling, so we thought we'd answer and say hi” Sloane quips matter-of-factly, her long ebony ponytail swishing over her shoulder as she tilts her head at Billie's narrowed eyes, “Here, say hello”.

She hands Billie her phone and Billie shoots her a look that says ‘I'm going to kill you the second this call is over’, Sloane pulling a face and picking up her wine glass, glancing at Bec beside her with a grin. Billie exhales silently through her nose and lifts her phone to eye level, feeling her frustrations instantly subside the moment she sees Glen smiling at her. He looks as gorgeous as always, his hair longer and his chin covered in more hair than she’s used to seeing, making him look stupidly handsome and rugged.

“Hey darlin’”

“Hey you, how are you?”

“Better now” he says grinning at her, Billie’s heart doing a backflip in her chest, “Sorry for interrupting you and the girls, I thought you���d be home by now so I thought I’d call”

Billie smiles, shaking her head, ignoring her two wide eyed friends staring at her across the bench. 

“Don’t be sorry. Normally I would be home by now but as you can probably tell we’re just finishing off a bottle” Billie says, glancing at the girls and rolling her eyes when they both act offended.

Glen laughs, loud and throaty, the sound echoing in the expansive kitchen.

“Anyway, I was just calling to see what you were doing Saturday, to see if you wanted to do something?”

Billie bends and rests her elbows on the bench, tilting her head as she looks at the screen.

“I actually have plans on Saturday” Billie breathes, a hint of disappointment colouring her voice, “I have Mason---Bec’s son’s, birthday party”

“Oh that’s okay, what about---”

“Glen you're more than welcome to come on Saturday!” Bec shouts suddenly, interrupting Glen and making Billie’s head snap up at her friend. 

Billie shoots her friend a threatening look with just her eyes, Bec responding with an innocent shrug - Sloane beside her looking positively gleeful. 

Billie looks back down at the screen to see Glen’s eyebrows raised in surprise, his mouth half opened, half smiling as if he’s trying to work out if he heard her correctly.

She opens her mouth to speak but Glen beats her to it, telling her that he’d love to come, as long as Billie is okay with it of course.

Billie blinks rapidly, processing what’s just happened. Half of her is excited at the idea of Glen wanting to spend time with her and her friends, while the other half wants to kill Bec for springing this idea on her without giving her time to think about it.

“I mean---yeah, of course!” Billie says, trying her best to stop herself from stammering her words, Glen’s smile growing wide when she speaks.

“What time is the party?”

Billie turns the phone around so that Glen can see Bec, taking the opportunity to mouth the words ‘what the fuck’ to the girls without Glen seeing and shaking her head when they ignore her, instead only smiling sweetly.

“It’s at 1! And it’s a pool party, so bring your swimsuit” 

Almost instantly the idea of Glen shirtless in the pool makes Billie’s insides flip in the best way, her mind wandering as Bec rattles off the rest of Saturday’s details.

Billie turns the phone back around to face her, swearing she sees Glen’s face light up when his eyes find her. They talk for a few more minutes before Glen says that he doesn’t want to interrupt her and the girls anymore,  telling Billie that he’ll text her and shouting his goodbye’s to Bec and Sloane. Billie nods, grinning back at him through the screen when he winks at her, offering her own goodbye and watching as the call ends.

She puts down her phone and grips the edge of the bench, looking up at both of her friends sitting across from her and inhaling deeply through her nose.

“What. The. Fuck?”

---

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[shellbilee]

Hey There Darlin' - Chapter 11

Warnings: Cursing, smut

Billie

The bedroom is silent save for the sound of Billie and Glen’s combined breathing, both of them panting as they lay on the bed in a sweaty tangle of sheets and naked limbs.

Billie smiles to herself, her whole body feeling spent. She’s positive she’s never come that many times before, certain in that moment that Glen is absolutely the best sex of her life. It isn’t just because she's so attracted to him either - he really is just that fucking good.

Riding his face, the way she’d all but screamed his name as she’d come, and the way he’d gripped her thighs and held her over-sensitized body down onto him so that a second orgasm almost immediately followed the first. 

She’d slid down off him and Glen had quickly reached for a condom, soon pulling her back onto his lap and sliding oh-so-deliciously into her. Billie had ridden him until her legs had given out, before he’d rolled them over and slotted himself between her thighs. He’d lifted one of her legs and rested her ankle on his shoulder, driving into her until she was dangerously close to coming all over again. Breathy and desperately wanton at this point, Billie had reached down between their joined bodies to play with herself as he’d fucked her, the sight quickly sending Glen tipping over the edge right after Billie.

“I can’t believe we ended up at the same place tonight” Billie muses, her breathing finally slowing.

“I can’t believe how fuckin’ sexy you looked tonight” Glen replies, turning to press a gentle kiss to the side of Billie’s head and making her smile reflexively, “Seriously peach, you have no idea the effect you have on me”.

Billie rolls onto her side and props herself up onto her elbow, loving the way Glen’s eyes run down her naked body.

“I don’t know if you just heard the sounds I was making, but I’d say the effect you have on me is much the same”

Glen grins like a cheeky school boy, and Billie can’t take her eyes off his face.

“I love the sounds you make, and I love knowing that you’re making them because of me”

Billie grins back, her lips still feeling kiss-swollen. 

“It’s kinda hard to be quiet when you use your tongue like that” she replies softly, a shiver running down her spine as the memory of his mouth on her spreads throughout her belly, “Or your fingers. Or your dick”.

Glen laughs and trails his fingers down her side, leaving goosebumps in his wake. She lets out a silent breath as she looks back at him, her eyes glancing briefly at his muscled chest. 

“Do you mind if I have a shower? I hate sleeping with a face full of makeup and the smell of club on me”

“Of course not darlin’, was just thinking I wanted to do the same thing” Glen replies, yawning adorably and running his fingers through his sandy blonde hair.

Billie smiles before she leans in and kisses him, rolling over and off the bed and making her way to the bedroom ensuite. She can feel his eyes behind her drinking in her bare skin, glancing over her shoulder and grinning to herself when she finds him lying on his back naked and doing just that.

She exhales silently, deciding then that she could absolutely get used to the sight of naked Glen Powell in the bedroom. He’s like a Greek god statue - perfectly sculpted, with a perfect dick to match. Mmm.

Billie walks into the adjoining bathroom, noting all the dark, luxury furnishings and smooth, cool stone, reaching into Glen’s enormous double shower and switching on the water. She ties her hair up into a messy bun high on her head and takes a second to look at her bare self in the mirror, watching as the steam from the shower starts to fill up the room. 

She hears Glen step into the bathroom and suddenly he’s behind her in the mirror’s reflection, Billie’s eyes flickering over him in all his naked glory as she watches him pull out a spare towel and hang it on the shower hook beside his own. He turns and winks at her in the mirror, bending to press a gentle kiss to her shoulder, before taking her hand and guiding her into the shower with him.

It’s sweet and soft, and not at all a repeat of their previous few showers together, Glen’s arms wrapped around Billie’s torso as the spray runs down her back. She closes her eyes, savouring the heavenly warmth of both the water and Glen’s embrace, dipping her head forward to rest on his shoulder as her chest presses against his. She smiles against his skin when she feels his lips on her temple, listening to the rustle of bottles and moments later smelling the spicy, sweet scent of Glen’s body wash.

It takes her by surprise when she feels the loofah against her back, realising that he's washing her as she feels him sweep along her skin. The delicious scent gets stronger - a combination of wood, citrus and something sweet like vanilla, that smell that she's come to associate as uniquely him, feeling a wave of peace wash over her as she stands in his arms. It's a moment of calm after a busy, non-stop night, and Billie still can't quite believe that showering with Glen Powell has become somewhat of a norm in her life over the past week and a bit.

She smiles to herself again, realising that there's nowhere she'd rather be than here right now, exhaling heavily as she revels in the feeling of Glen's hands gliding over and down her back.

She's not sure if it's the alcohol from the bachelorette or the post-orgasm hormones that's clouding her thoughts but for a split second her mind wanders - acutely aware of a sudden warmth in the depth of her chest, an otherwise foreign feeling that she hasn't felt for the longest time. Like a butterfly slowly awakening, starting to unfurl its wings after months spent wrapped tight and closed. She sighs silently, allowing the feeling to take over her for just a moment longer, lifting her head when she feels Glen's hand cup her cheek.

“You okay?”

Billie nods, her lips stretching into a soft, content smile.

“Perfect”

Glen grins back at her then - effortlessly handsome even with his hair wet and flattened to his forehead, water droplets dripping from his long blonde lashes. He’s so gorgeous it almost hurts Billie to look at him, and she silently thanks whatever higher power is up there for making her lucky enough to be able to see him like this.

Eventually they finish the shower, Glen wrapping his towel low around his waist and looking so sinfully attractive that Billie has to actively work to stop herself from staring, wrapping her own towel around herself as Glen disappears into the bedroom. She takes the tie from her hair and runs her fingers through her long curls, thankful that her hair still looks half decent as she looks at her now makeup free reflection. Her skin is blotchy from a night of alcohol and partying and she can't help the momentary sting of panic she feels at being completely bare in front of Glen without even her skincare - her thoughts suddenly pausing when he appears behind her holding out a t-shirt.

“Here you go darlin’”

Billie takes the shirt gratefully, immediately clocking the orange Texas Longhorns logo across the chest and she smiling because of course that's what he's given her to sleep in. She slips the shirt over her head and drops her towel as Glen disappears into the bedroom again, returning seconds later dressed in loose navy sweat pants and holding a spare toothbrush in his hand.

“You look good in my shirt, peach”

Billie chuckles, smoothing the shirt down over her body. “And your saying that has nothing to do with this right?” she quips, pointing to the orange bull symbol emblazoned on her chest.

Glen laughs, deep and throaty, leaning his hip against the bathroom counter and looking back at her appreciatively. “Texas orange does look real good on you too” 

Billie grins and turns back to the mirror, looking over the loose fit of the shirt and the way it ends high on her naked thighs. The material is soft against her skin and smells deliciously like Glen - the next best thing to having his arms wrapped around her. She sets about brushing her teeth and Glen does the same, Billie feeling her heart swell at the domesticity of the simple, shared task as she watches him bend and rinse his mouth.

“Just gonna go let the boys out” Glen says when he’s done, leaning over to kiss her cheek, his hand finding her hip and giving her an adoring squeeze, “Meet you in bed?”

Billie nods, smiling with a mouthful of toothpaste and hearing him whistle for Brisket and Nugget, watching through the mirror as he retreats into the bedroom. 

When she retires to the bedroom a few minutes later she finds him already in bed, one arm tucked behind his head and the other outstretched on the adjacent pillow. He smiles at her lazily, the sight making her stomach squeeze in the best way, Billie slipping in beside him and relaxing against the silky, charcoal coloured sheets.

Her own lips tug into a smile then, feeling Glen’s lips press to her temple as he drapes one arm across her torso and pulls her in close, Billie closing her eyes and drifting off to sleep dreaming sweet things about the man holding her.

---

Glen

“I’ll send you the link” Megan’s voice says, Glen pinching the bridge of his nose as he holds his phone to his ear listening to his publicist speak, “Try not to stress Glen, they haven’t reported who she is and at this point there’s no way to tell either”

Glen nods, exhaling heavily. “Thanks Meg”

He barely listens when she reminds him of the meetings and engagements he has for the rest of the week, responding with clipped single words before the phone call ends.

Glen throws his phone onto the coffee table with more force than usual, the loud clang startling Brisket and making him look up from his spot on the adjacent couch curiously. 

“Sorry bud” Glen says, walking over and patting his fluffy head comfortingly, flopping onto the couch beside him and dropping his head back dramatically.

Thirteen days.

Thirteen days was all it had taken for his little bubble to burst. Some part of him always knew that it was inevitable, but still he hadn’t expected for it to happen so quickly.

His phone beeps and he begrudgingly leans forward to retrieve it, opening the message from Meg and clicking the link she’d sent through. He exhales heavily through his nose as the website loads, scrolling down the page to find the pictures in question. 

As it turns out someone had taken photos of him and Billie at the club last night, which of course had been posted and quickly circulated online. The pictures showed Glen and Billie on the dancefloor, Glen’s hands low on Billie’s hips with his head angled towards hers, Billie’s face turned towards him but otherwise largely obscured by her long hair. He rubs his face with his hand, skimming the words on the website - most of it speculation about the ‘brunette beauty that’s caught the Top Gun: Maverick star’s eye’, along with a recap of all his previous relationships. He sighs out loud, Meg’s words about not being able to tell who she is replaying in his head and providing him a glimmer of reassurance. 

He puts his phone down and takes a second to think, suddenly debating whether or not to tell Billie. He wants to be honest with her, but he knows that bringing this up is a risk to whatever they have together, especially so soon into it. He’s never before dated someone that wasn’t somehow in the famous circles herself, and more than that he’s never dated someone while being at the level of fame he’s currently at. Being in the public eye is difficult, even more so when it’s thrust upon you without warning. He has no way of knowing how Billie would react to this news, how she would deal with the changes that would inevitably affect every facet of her life, and more than that, if she would even want to deal with it. 

Glen drops his head back on the couch again, closing his eyes for a long moment.

On one hand, telling her about this now could jeopardise everything between them if Billie decided that it was simply all too much. On the other hand, not telling her about it meant that he risked her finding this out on her own - a surely unwelcome surprise that she’d know he kept from her. Neither option sounded good to him, as both risked him potentially losing everything with Billie. Still, not saying anything would allow him to stay in their bubble a little longer, delay the inevitable as it were, before the rest of the world found out and they had to deal with the worst parts of his job. 

His eyes flash open when his phone beeps again, reaching over to pick it up and smiling when he sees Billie’s name on the screen. He hasn’t seen her since Sunday, since they’d slept in together, had a lazy breakfast in bed and then proceeded to play house for the rest of the day. They’d ended up watching Jurassic Park in Glen’s theatre room following a passionate discussion about each other’s favourite movies, quickly discovering that the dinosaur blockbuster a long time favourite of the both of them.

That had led to them watching the rest of the Jurassic franchise from the original first movie all the way to the final Jurassic World film, with a brief rewind during the third one when Glen had gotten distracted having Billie’s bare legs in his lap - especially when she was still only wearing his Longhorns shirt and nothing else. That had led to his hands wandering and before long he had Billie splayed out on the theatre recliner, licking between her thighs like a man starved, eventually bending her over the armrest and fucking her until they were both crying out each other’s names. 

Begrudgingly, Glen had eventually driven Billie home late on Sunday night, though not without several attempts to get her to stay over again - Billie countering by saying that she couldn’t live only in his clothes to which Glen vehemently disagreed. They’d messaged back and forth since then, sending pictures and asking about each other's days, a face-time call on Tuesday evening after Glen had finished with a sunset photoshoot for GQ. 

Today, Thursday, he knew that Billie went to pilates with the girls in the late afternoon, having texted her how it went. She’d just responded to his message just now, letting him know as such.

Glen grins, his thoughts immediately taking a sinful turn.

It was really tough tonight! So much leg work. My poor glutes are on fire🔥

Are you volunteering? 🙈

Sounds like you’ll need a massage then 👀

He chuckles out loud, not wasting any time in responding. 

He can picture her smirking, laughing at his playful words, wishing he was there with her to hear it. 

Anything to get my hands on that perfect ass of yours, baby 🍑

You’re bad, Mr Powell

That doesn’t sound like a no darlin

Oh I’m absolutely not saying no. I’m always down for a massage, especially from you 😉

Glen can’t wipe the smile from his face then, loving their constant playful, flirty banter. He grins at the screen when she replies with a wink emoji, letting out a breath and deciding not to tell her about the photos - at least not yet anyway. He wants to enjoy the two of them for just a little longer, to enjoy being himself with Billie without the added stresses of his job, to explore whatever this was growing between them. He puts his phone down and looks over at Brisket beside him, reaching over to pat him and ruffling his silky white fur.

You’re bad, Miss James

“Wanna go for a walk buddy?”

---

Billie

Billie smooths back her high ponytail in the bathroom mirror, taming some stray fly-away hairs from her pilates sweat session. She readjusts her clear framed glasses and flicks off the light, walking out of Bec's bathroom and back into the kitchen where the girls are sitting. She can hear them both talking and laughing, her feet momentarily pausing underneath her when she hears a third voice - a thick, Texan accent that she's become very familiar with over the past two weeks.

Glen?

She steps out into the kitchen to find Sloane seated at the island bench and holding Billie’s phone, Bec beside her and similarly looking at the screen, apparently on a facetime call.

“What are you two doing?” 

Both girls’ heads snap up at the sound of her voice, an innocent smile on Sloane's face, gesturing to the phone in her hand as if taking a facetime call on Billie's phone is the most normal thing in the world. Bec only grins, shrugging her shoulders innocently and picking up her glass of wine, taking a sip and moving to sit back on her stool.

“Glen was calling, so we thought we'd answer and say hi” Sloane quips matter-of-factly, her long ebony ponytail swishing over her shoulder as she tilts her head at Billie's narrowed eyes, “Here, say hello”.

She hands Billie her phone and Billie shoots her a look that says ‘I'm going to kill you the second this call is over’, Sloane pulling a face and picking up her wine glass, glancing at Bec beside her with a grin. Billie exhales silently through her nose and lifts her phone to eye level, feeling her frustrations instantly subside the moment she sees Glen smiling at her. He looks as gorgeous as always, his hair longer and his chin covered in more hair than she’s used to seeing, making him look stupidly handsome and rugged.

“Hey darlin’”

“Hey you, how are you?”

“Better now” he says grinning at her, Billie’s heart doing a backflip in her chest, “Sorry for interrupting you and the girls, I thought you’d be home by now so I thought I’d call”

Billie smiles, shaking her head, ignoring her two wide eyed friends staring at her across the bench. 

“Don’t be sorry. Normally I would be home by now but as you can probably tell we’re just finishing off a bottle” Billie says, glancing at the girls and rolling her eyes when they both act offended.

Glen laughs, loud and throaty, the sound echoing in the expansive kitchen.

“Anyway, I was just calling to see what you were doing Saturday, to see if you wanted to do something?”

Billie bends and rests her elbows on the bench, tilting her head as she looks at the screen.

“I actually have plans on Saturday” Billie breathes, a hint of disappointment colouring her voice, “I have Mason---Bec’s son’s, birthday party”

“Oh that’s okay, what about---”

“Glen you're more than welcome to come on Saturday!” Bec shouts suddenly, interrupting Glen and making Billie’s head snap up at her friend. 

Billie shoots her friend a threatening look with just her eyes, Bec responding with an innocent shrug - Sloane beside her looking positively gleeful. 

Billie looks back down at the screen to see Glen’s eyebrows raised in surprise, his mouth half opened, half smiling as if he’s trying to work out if he heard her correctly.

She opens her mouth to speak but Glen beats her to it, telling her that he’d love to come, as long as Billie is okay with it of course.

Billie blinks rapidly, processing what’s just happened. Half of her is excited at the idea of Glen wanting to spend time with her and her friends, while the other half wants to kill Bec for springing this idea on her without giving her time to think about it.

“I mean---yeah, of course!” Billie says, trying her best to stop herself from stammering her words, Glen’s smile growing wide when she speaks.

“What time is the party?”

Billie turns the phone around so that Glen can see Bec, taking the opportunity to mouth the words ‘what the fuck’ to the girls without Glen seeing and shaking her head when they ignore her, instead only smiling sweetly.

“It’s at 1! And it’s a pool party, so bring your swimsuit” 

Almost instantly the idea of Glen shirtless in the pool makes Billie’s insides flip in the best way, her mind wandering as Bec rattles off the rest of Saturday’s details.

Billie turns the phone back around to face her, swearing she sees Glen’s face light up when his eyes find her. They talk for a few more minutes before Glen says that he doesn’t want to interrupt her and the girls anymore,  telling Billie that he’ll text her and shouting his goodbye’s to Bec and Sloane. Billie nods, grinning back at him through the screen when he winks at her, offering her own goodbye and watching as the call ends.

She puts down her phone and grips the edge of the bench, looking up at both of her friends sitting across from her and inhaling deeply through her nose.

“What. The. Fuck?”

---

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[shellbilee]

please say angst that’ll have a happy turn out

You'll have to keep reading and find out! 👀

[shellbilee]

Hey There Darlin' - Chapter 11

Warnings: Cursing, smut

Billie

The bedroom is silent save for the sound of Billie and Glen’s combined breathing, both of them panting as they lay on the bed in a sweaty tangle of sheets and naked limbs.

Billie smiles to herself, her whole body feeling spent. She’s positive she’s never come that many times before, certain in that moment that Glen is absolutely the best sex of her life. It isn’t just because she's so attracted to him either - he really is just that fucking good.

Riding his face, the way she’d all but screamed his name as she’d come, and the way he’d gripped her thighs and held her over-sensitized body down onto him so that a second orgasm almost immediately followed the first. 

She’d slid down off him and Glen had quickly reached for a condom, soon pulling her back onto his lap and sliding oh-so-deliciously into her. Billie had ridden him until her legs had given out, before he’d rolled them over and slotted himself between her thighs. He’d lifted one of her legs and rested her ankle on his shoulder, driving into her until she was dangerously close to coming all over again. Breathy and desperately wanton at this point, Billie had reached down between their joined bodies to play with herself as he’d fucked her, the sight quickly sending Glen tipping over the edge right after Billie.

“I can’t believe we ended up at the same place tonight” Billie muses, her breathing finally slowing.

“I can’t believe how fuckin’ sexy you looked tonight” Glen replies, turning to press a gentle kiss to the side of Billie’s head and making her smile reflexively, “Seriously peach, you have no idea the effect you have on me”.

Billie rolls onto her side and props herself up onto her elbow, loving the way Glen’s eyes run down her naked body.

“I don’t know if you just heard the sounds I was making, but I’d say the effect you have on me is much the same”

Glen grins like a cheeky school boy, and Billie can’t take her eyes off his face.

“I love the sounds you make, and I love knowing that you’re making them because of me”

Billie grins back, her lips still feeling kiss-swollen. 

“It’s kinda hard to be quiet when you use your tongue like that” she replies softly, a shiver running down her spine as the memory of his mouth on her spreads throughout her belly, “Or your fingers. Or your dick”.

Glen laughs and trails his fingers down her side, leaving goosebumps in his wake. She lets out a silent breath as she looks back at him, her eyes glancing briefly at his muscled chest. 

“Do you mind if I have a shower? I hate sleeping with a face full of makeup and the smell of club on me”

“Of course not darlin’, was just thinking I wanted to do the same thing” Glen replies, yawning adorably and running his fingers through his sandy blonde hair.

Billie smiles before she leans in and kisses him, rolling over and off the bed and making her way to the bedroom ensuite. She can feel his eyes behind her drinking in her bare skin, glancing over her shoulder and grinning to herself when she finds him lying on his back naked and doing just that.

She exhales silently, deciding then that she could absolutely get used to the sight of naked Glen Powell in the bedroom. He’s like a Greek god statue - perfectly sculpted, with a perfect dick to match. Mmm.

Billie walks into the adjoining bathroom, noting all the dark, luxury furnishings and smooth, cool stone, reaching into Glen’s enormous double shower and switching on the water. She ties her hair up into a messy bun high on her head and takes a second to look at her bare self in the mirror, watching as the steam from the shower starts to fill up the room. 

She hears Glen step into the bathroom and suddenly he’s behind her in the mirror’s reflection, Billie’s eyes flickering over him in all his naked glory as she watches him pull out a spare towel and hang it on the shower hook beside his own. He turns and winks at her in the mirror, bending to press a gentle kiss to her shoulder, before taking her hand and guiding her into the shower with him.

It’s sweet and soft, and not at all a repeat of their previous few showers together, Glen’s arms wrapped around Billie’s torso as the spray runs down her back. She closes her eyes, savouring the heavenly warmth of both the water and Glen’s embrace, dipping her head forward to rest on his shoulder as her chest presses against his. She smiles against his skin when she feels his lips on her temple, listening to the rustle of bottles and moments later smelling the spicy, sweet scent of Glen’s body wash.

It takes her by surprise when she feels the loofah against her back, realising that he's washing her as she feels him sweep along her skin. The delicious scent gets stronger - a combination of wood, citrus and something sweet like vanilla, that smell that she's come to associate as uniquely him, feeling a wave of peace wash over her as she stands in his arms. It's a moment of calm after a busy, non-stop night, and Billie still can't quite believe that showering with Glen Powell has become somewhat of a norm in her life over the past week and a bit.

She smiles to herself again, realising that there's nowhere she'd rather be than here right now, exhaling heavily as she revels in the feeling of Glen's hands gliding over and down her back.

She's not sure if it's the alcohol from the bachelorette or the post-orgasm hormones that's clouding her thoughts but for a split second her mind wanders - acutely aware of a sudden warmth in the depth of her chest, an otherwise foreign feeling that she hasn't felt for the longest time. Like a butterfly slowly awakening, starting to unfurl its wings after months spent wrapped tight and closed. She sighs silently, allowing the feeling to take over her for just a moment longer, lifting her head when she feels Glen's hand cup her cheek.

“You okay?”

Billie nods, her lips stretching into a soft, content smile.

“Perfect”

Glen grins back at her then - effortlessly handsome even with his hair wet and flattened to his forehead, water droplets dripping from his long blonde lashes. He’s so gorgeous it almost hurts Billie to look at him, and she silently thanks whatever higher power is up there for making her lucky enough to be able to see him like this.

Eventually they finish the shower, Glen wrapping his towel low around his waist and looking so sinfully attractive that Billie has to actively work to stop herself from staring, wrapping her own towel around herself as Glen disappears into the bedroom. She takes the tie from her hair and runs her fingers through her long curls, thankful that her hair still looks half decent as she looks at her now makeup free reflection. Her skin is blotchy from a night of alcohol and partying and she can't help the momentary sting of panic she feels at being completely bare in front of Glen without even her skincare - her thoughts suddenly pausing when he appears behind her holding out a t-shirt.

“Here you go darlin’”

Billie takes the shirt gratefully, immediately clocking the orange Texas Longhorns logo across the chest and she smiling because of course that's what he's given her to sleep in. She slips the shirt over her head and drops her towel as Glen disappears into the bedroom again, returning seconds later dressed in loose navy sweat pants and holding a spare toothbrush in his hand.

“You look good in my shirt, peach”

Billie chuckles, smoothing the shirt down over her body. “And your saying that has nothing to do with this right?” she quips, pointing to the orange bull symbol emblazoned on her chest.

Glen laughs, deep and throaty, leaning his hip against the bathroom counter and looking back at her appreciatively. “Texas orange does look real good on you too” 

Billie grins and turns back to the mirror, looking over the loose fit of the shirt and the way it ends high on her naked thighs. The material is soft against her skin and smells deliciously like Glen - the next best thing to having his arms wrapped around her. She sets about brushing her teeth and Glen does the same, Billie feeling her heart swell at the domesticity of the simple, shared task as she watches him bend and rinse his mouth.

“Just gonna go let the boys out” Glen says when he’s done, leaning over to kiss her cheek, his hand finding her hip and giving her an adoring squeeze, “Meet you in bed?”

Billie nods, smiling with a mouthful of toothpaste and hearing him whistle for Brisket and Nugget, watching through the mirror as he retreats into the bedroom. 

When she retires to the bedroom a few minutes later she finds him already in bed, one arm tucked behind his head and the other outstretched on the adjacent pillow. He smiles at her lazily, the sight making her stomach squeeze in the best way, Billie slipping in beside him and relaxing against the silky, charcoal coloured sheets.

Her own lips tug into a smile then, feeling Glen’s lips press to her temple as he drapes one arm across her torso and pulls her in close, Billie closing her eyes and drifting off to sleep dreaming sweet things about the man holding her.

---

Glen

“I’ll send you the link” Megan’s voice says, Glen pinching the bridge of his nose as he holds his phone to his ear listening to his publicist speak, “Try not to stress Glen, they haven’t reported who she is and at this point there’s no way to tell either”

Glen nods, exhaling heavily. “Thanks Meg”

He barely listens when she reminds him of the meetings and engagements he has for the rest of the week, responding with clipped single words before the phone call ends.

Glen throws his phone onto the coffee table with more force than usual, the loud clang startling Brisket and making him look up from his spot on the adjacent couch curiously. 

“Sorry bud” Glen says, walking over and patting his fluffy head comfortingly, flopping onto the couch beside him and dropping his head back dramatically.

Thirteen days.

Thirteen days was all it had taken for his little bubble to burst. Some part of him always knew that it was inevitable, but still he hadn’t expected for it to happen so quickly.

His phone beeps and he begrudgingly leans forward to retrieve it, opening the message from Meg and clicking the link she’d sent through. He exhales heavily through his nose as the website loads, scrolling down the page to find the pictures in question. 

As it turns out someone had taken photos of him and Billie at the club last night, which of course had been posted and quickly circulated online. The pictures showed Glen and Billie on the dancefloor, Glen’s hands low on Billie’s hips with his head angled towards hers, Billie’s face turned towards him but otherwise largely obscured by her long hair. He rubs his face with his hand, skimming the words on the website - most of it speculation about the ‘brunette beauty that’s caught the Top Gun: Maverick star’s eye’, along with a recap of all his previous relationships. He sighs out loud, Meg’s words about not being able to tell who she is replaying in his head and providing him a glimmer of reassurance. 

He puts his phone down and takes a second to think, suddenly debating whether or not to tell Billie. He wants to be honest with her, but he knows that bringing this up is a risk to whatever they have together, especially so soon into it. He’s never before dated someone that wasn’t somehow in the famous circles herself, and more than that he’s never dated someone while being at the level of fame he’s currently at. Being in the public eye is difficult, even more so when it’s thrust upon you without warning. He has no way of knowing how Billie would react to this news, how she would deal with the changes that would inevitably affect every facet of her life, and more than that, if she would even want to deal with it. 

Glen drops his head back on the couch again, closing his eyes for a long moment.

On one hand, telling her about this now could jeopardise everything between them if Billie decided that it was simply all too much. On the other hand, not telling her about it meant that he risked her finding this out on her own - a surely unwelcome surprise that she’d know he kept from her. Neither option sounded good to him, as both risked him potentially losing everything with Billie. Still, not saying anything would allow him to stay in their bubble a little longer, delay the inevitable as it were, before the rest of the world found out and they had to deal with the worst parts of his job. 

His eyes flash open when his phone beeps again, reaching over to pick it up and smiling when he sees Billie’s name on the screen. He hasn’t seen her since Sunday, since they’d slept in together, had a lazy breakfast in bed and then proceeded to play house for the rest of the day. They’d ended up watching Jurassic Park in Glen’s theatre room following a passionate discussion about each other’s favourite movies, quickly discovering that the dinosaur blockbuster a long time favourite of the both of them.

That had led to them watching the rest of the Jurassic franchise from the original first movie all the way to the final Jurassic World film, with a brief rewind during the third one when Glen had gotten distracted having Billie’s bare legs in his lap - especially when she was still only wearing his Longhorns shirt and nothing else. That had led to his hands wandering and before long he had Billie splayed out on the theatre recliner, licking between her thighs like a man starved, eventually bending her over the armrest and fucking her until they were both crying out each other’s names. 

Begrudgingly, Glen had eventually driven Billie home late on Sunday night, though not without several attempts to get her to stay over again - Billie countering by saying that she couldn’t live only in his clothes to which Glen vehemently disagreed. They’d messaged back and forth since then, sending pictures and asking about each other's days, a face-time call on Tuesday evening after Glen had finished with a sunset photoshoot for GQ. 

Today, Thursday, he knew that Billie went to pilates with the girls in the late afternoon, having texted her how it went. She’d just responded to his message just now, letting him know as such.

It was really tough tonight! So much leg work. My poor glutes are on fire🔥

Glen grins, his thoughts immediately taking a sinful turn.

Sounds like you’ll need a massage then 👀

Are you volunteering? 🙈

He chuckles out loud, not wasting any time in responding. 

Anything to get my hands on that perfect ass of yours, baby 🍑

He can picture her smirking, laughing at his playful words, wishing he was there with her to hear it. 

You’re bad, Mr Powell

That doesn’t sound like a no darlin

Oh I’m absolutely not saying no. I’m always down for a massage, especially from you 😉

You’re bad, Miss James

Glen can’t wipe the smile from his face then, loving their constant playful, flirty banter. He grins at the screen when she replies with a wink emoji, letting out a breath and deciding not to tell her about the photos - at least not yet anyway. He wants to enjoy the two of them for just a little longer, to enjoy being himself with Billie without the added stresses of his job, to explore whatever this was growing between them. He puts his phone down and looks over at Brisket beside him, reaching over to pat him and ruffling his silky white fur.

“Wanna go for a walk buddy?”

---

Billie

Billie smooths back her high ponytail in the bathroom mirror, taming some stray fly-away hairs from her pilates sweat session. She readjusts her clear framed glasses and flicks off the light, walking out of Bec's bathroom and back into the kitchen where the girls are sitting. She can hear them both talking and laughing, her feet momentarily pausing underneath her when she hears a third voice - a thick, Texan accent that she's become very familiar with over the past two weeks.

Glen?

She steps out into the kitchen to find Sloane seated at the island bench and holding Billie’s phone, Bec beside her and similarly looking at the screen, apparently on a facetime call.

“What are you two doing?” 

Both girls’ heads snap up at the sound of her voice, an innocent smile on Sloane's face, gesturing to the phone in her hand as if taking a facetime call on Billie's phone is the most normal thing in the world. Bec only grins, shrugging her shoulders innocently and picking up her glass of wine, taking a sip and moving to sit back on her stool.

“Glen was calling, so we thought we'd answer and say hi” Sloane quips matter-of-factly, her long ebony ponytail swishing over her shoulder as she tilts her head at Billie's narrowed eyes, “Here, say hello”.

She hands Billie her phone and Billie shoots her a look that says ‘I'm going to kill you the second this call is over’, Sloane pulling a face and picking up her wine glass, glancing at Bec beside her with a grin. Billie exhales silently through her nose and lifts her phone to eye level, feeling her frustrations instantly subside the moment she sees Glen smiling at her. He looks as gorgeous as always, his hair longer and his chin covered in more hair than she’s used to seeing, making him look stupidly handsome and rugged.

“Hey darlin’”

“Hey you, how are you?”

“Better now” he says grinning at her, Billie’s heart doing a backflip in her chest, “Sorry for interrupting you and the girls, I thought you’d be home by now so I thought I’d call”

Billie smiles, shaking her head, ignoring her two wide eyed friends staring at her across the bench. 

“Don’t be sorry. Normally I would be home by now but as you can probably tell we’re just finishing off a bottle” Billie says, glancing at the girls and rolling her eyes when they both act offended.

Glen laughs, loud and throaty, the sound echoing in the expansive kitchen.

“Anyway, I was just calling to see what you were doing Saturday, to see if you wanted to do something?”

Billie bends and rests her elbows on the bench, tilting her head as she looks at the screen.

“I actually have plans on Saturday” Billie breathes, a hint of disappointment colouring her voice, “I have Mason---Bec’s son’s, birthday party”

“Oh that’s okay, what about---”

“Glen you're more than welcome to come on Saturday!” Bec shouts suddenly, interrupting Glen and making Billie’s head snap up at her friend. 

Billie shoots her friend a threatening look with just her eyes, Bec responding with an innocent shrug - Sloane beside her looking positively gleeful. 

Billie looks back down at the screen to see Glen’s eyebrows raised in surprise, his mouth half opened, half smiling as if he’s trying to work out if he heard her correctly.

She opens her mouth to speak but Glen beats her to it, telling her that he’d love to come, as long as Billie is okay with it of course.

Billie blinks rapidly, processing what’s just happened. Half of her is excited at the idea of Glen wanting to spend time with her and her friends, while the other half wants to kill Bec for springing this idea on her without giving her time to think about it.

“I mean---yeah, of course!” Billie says, trying her best to stop herself from stammering her words, Glen’s smile growing wide when she speaks.

“What time is the party?”

Billie turns the phone around so that Glen can see Bec, taking the opportunity to mouth the words ‘what the fuck’ to the girls without Glen seeing and shaking her head when they ignore her, instead only smiling sweetly.

“It’s at 1! And it’s a pool party, so bring your swimsuit” 

Almost instantly the idea of Glen shirtless in the pool makes Billie’s insides flip in the best way, her mind wandering as Bec rattles off the rest of Saturday’s details.

Billie turns the phone back around to face her, swearing she sees Glen’s face light up when his eyes find her. They talk for a few more minutes before Glen says that he doesn’t want to interrupt her and the girls anymore,  telling Billie that he’ll text her and shouting his goodbye’s to Bec and Sloane. Billie nods, grinning back at him through the screen when he winks at her, offering her own goodbye and watching as the call ends.

She puts down her phone and grips the edge of the bench, looking up at both of her friends sitting across from her and inhaling deeply through her nose.

“What. The. Fuck?”

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Hey There Darlin' - Chapter 11

Warnings: Cursing, smut

Billie

The bedroom is silent save for the sound of Billie and Glen’s combined breathing, both of them panting as they lay on the bed in a sweaty tangle of sheets and naked limbs.

Billie smiles to herself, her whole body feeling spent. She’s positive she’s never come that many times before, certain in that moment that Glen is absolutely the best sex of her life. It isn’t just because she's so attracted to him either - he really is just that fucking good.

Riding his face, the way she’d all but screamed his name as she’d come, and the way he’d gripped her thighs and held her over-sensitized body down onto him so that a second orgasm almost immediately followed the first. 

She’d slid down off him and Glen had quickly reached for a condom, soon pulling her back onto his lap and sliding oh-so-deliciously into her. Billie had ridden him until her legs had given out, before he’d rolled them over and slotted himself between her thighs. He’d lifted one of her legs and rested her ankle on his shoulder, driving into her until she was dangerously close to coming all over again. Breathy and desperately wanton at this point, Billie had reached down between their joined bodies to play with herself as he’d fucked her, the sight quickly sending Glen tipping over the edge right after Billie.

“I can’t believe we ended up at the same place tonight” Billie muses, her breathing finally slowing.

“I can’t believe how fuckin’ sexy you looked tonight” Glen replies, turning to press a gentle kiss to the side of Billie’s head and making her smile reflexively, “Seriously peach, you have no idea the effect you have on me”.

Billie rolls onto her side and props herself up onto her elbow, loving the way Glen’s eyes run down her naked body.

“I don’t know if you just heard the sounds I was making, but I’d say the effect you have on me is much the same”

Glen grins like a cheeky school boy, and Billie can’t take her eyes off his face.

“I love the sounds you make, and I love knowing that you’re making them because of me”

Billie grins back, her lips still feeling kiss-swollen. 

“It’s kinda hard to be quiet when you use your tongue like that” she replies softly, a shiver running down her spine as the memory of his mouth on her spreads throughout her belly, “Or your fingers. Or your dick”.

Glen laughs and trails his fingers down her side, leaving goosebumps in his wake. She lets out a silent breath as she looks back at him, her eyes glancing briefly at his muscled chest. 

“Do you mind if I have a shower? I hate sleeping with a face full of makeup and the smell of club on me”

“Of course not darlin’, was just thinking I wanted to do the same thing” Glen replies, yawning adorably and running his fingers through his sandy blonde hair.

Billie smiles before she leans in and kisses him, rolling over and off the bed and making her way to the bedroom ensuite. She can feel his eyes behind her drinking in her bare skin, glancing over her shoulder and grinning to herself when she finds him lying on his back naked and doing just that.

She exhales silently, deciding then that she could absolutely get used to the sight of naked Glen Powell in the bedroom. He’s like a Greek god statue - perfectly sculpted, with a perfect dick to match. Mmm.

Billie walks into the adjoining bathroom, noting all the dark, luxury furnishings and smooth, cool stone, reaching into Glen’s enormous double shower and switching on the water. She ties her hair up into a messy bun high on her head and takes a second to look at her bare self in the mirror, watching as the steam from the shower starts to fill up the room. 

She hears Glen step into the bathroom and suddenly he’s behind her in the mirror’s reflection, Billie’s eyes flickering over him in all his naked glory as she watches him pull out a spare towel and hang it on the shower hook beside his own. He turns and winks at her in the mirror, bending to press a gentle kiss to her shoulder, before taking her hand and guiding her into the shower with him.

It’s sweet and soft, and not at all a repeat of their previous few showers together, Glen’s arms wrapped around Billie’s torso as the spray runs down her back. She closes her eyes, savouring the heavenly warmth of both the water and Glen’s embrace, dipping her head forward to rest on his shoulder as her chest presses against his. She smiles against his skin when she feels his lips on her temple, listening to the rustle of bottles and moments later smelling the spicy, sweet scent of Glen’s body wash.

It takes her by surprise when she feels the loofah against her back, realising that he's washing her as she feels him sweep along her skin. The delicious scent gets stronger - a combination of wood, citrus and something sweet like vanilla, that smell that she's come to associate as uniquely him, feeling a wave of peace wash over her as she stands in his arms. It's a moment of calm after a busy, non-stop night, and Billie still can't quite believe that showering with Glen Powell has become somewhat of a norm in her life over the past week and a bit.

She smiles to herself again, realising that there's nowhere she'd rather be than here right now, exhaling heavily as she revels in the feeling of Glen's hands gliding over and down her back.

She's not sure if it's the alcohol from the bachelorette or the post-orgasm hormones that's clouding her thoughts but for a split second her mind wanders - acutely aware of a sudden warmth in the depth of her chest, an otherwise foreign feeling that she hasn't felt for the longest time. Like a butterfly slowly awakening, starting to unfurl its wings after months spent wrapped tight and closed. She sighs silently, allowing the feeling to take over her for just a moment longer, lifting her head when she feels Glen's hand cup her cheek.

“You okay?”

Billie nods, her lips stretching into a soft, content smile.

“Perfect”

Glen grins back at her then - effortlessly handsome even with his hair wet and flattened to his forehead, water droplets dripping from his long blonde lashes. He’s so gorgeous it almost hurts Billie to look at him, and she silently thanks whatever higher power is up there for making her lucky enough to be able to see him like this.

Eventually they finish the shower, Glen wrapping his towel low around his waist and looking so sinfully attractive that Billie has to actively work to stop herself from staring, wrapping her own towel around herself as Glen disappears into the bedroom. She takes the tie from her hair and runs her fingers through her long curls, thankful that her hair still looks half decent as she looks at her now makeup free reflection. Her skin is blotchy from a night of alcohol and partying and she can't help the momentary sting of panic she feels at being completely bare in front of Glen without even her skincare - her thoughts suddenly pausing when he appears behind her holding out a t-shirt.

“Here you go darlin’”

Billie takes the shirt gratefully, immediately clocking the orange Texas Longhorns logo across the chest and she smiling because of course that's what he's given her to sleep in. She slips the shirt over her head and drops her towel as Glen disappears into the bedroom again, returning seconds later dressed in loose navy sweat pants and holding a spare toothbrush in his hand.

“You look good in my shirt, peach”

Billie chuckles, smoothing the shirt down over her body. “And your saying that has nothing to do with this right?” she quips, pointing to the orange bull symbol emblazoned on her chest.

Glen laughs, deep and throaty, leaning his hip against the bathroom counter and looking back at her appreciatively. “Texas orange does look real good on you too” 

Billie grins and turns back to the mirror, looking over the loose fit of the shirt and the way it ends high on her naked thighs. The material is soft against her skin and smells deliciously like Glen - the next best thing to having his arms wrapped around her. She sets about brushing her teeth and Glen does the same, Billie feeling her heart swell at the domesticity of the simple, shared task as she watches him bend and rinse his mouth.

“Just gonna go let the boys out” Glen says when he’s done, leaning over to kiss her cheek, his hand finding her hip and giving her an adoring squeeze, “Meet you in bed?”

Billie nods, smiling with a mouthful of toothpaste and hearing him whistle for Brisket and Nugget, watching through the mirror as he retreats into the bedroom. 

When she retires to the bedroom a few minutes later she finds him already in bed, one arm tucked behind his head and the other outstretched on the adjacent pillow. He smiles at her lazily, the sight making her stomach squeeze in the best way, Billie slipping in beside him and relaxing against the silky, charcoal coloured sheets.

Her own lips tug into a smile then, feeling Glen’s lips press to her temple as he drapes one arm across her torso and pulls her in close, Billie closing her eyes and drifting off to sleep dreaming sweet things about the man holding her.

---

Glen

“I’ll send you the link” Megan’s voice says, Glen pinching the bridge of his nose as he holds his phone to his ear listening to his publicist speak, “Try not to stress Glen, they haven’t reported who she is and at this point there’s no way to tell either”

Glen nods, exhaling heavily. “Thanks Meg”

He barely listens when she reminds him of the meetings and engagements he has for the rest of the week, responding with clipped single words before the phone call ends.

Glen throws his phone onto the coffee table with more force than usual, the loud clang startling Brisket and making him look up from his spot on the adjacent couch curiously. 

“Sorry bud” Glen says, walking over and patting his fluffy head comfortingly, flopping onto the couch beside him and dropping his head back dramatically.

Thirteen days.

Thirteen days was all it had taken for his little bubble to burst. Some part of him always knew that it was inevitable, but still he hadn’t expected for it to happen so quickly.

His phone beeps and he begrudgingly leans forward to retrieve it, opening the message from Meg and clicking the link she’d sent through. He exhales heavily through his nose as the website loads, scrolling down the page to find the pictures in question. 

As it turns out someone had taken photos of him and Billie at the club last night, which of course had been posted and quickly circulated online. The pictures showed Glen and Billie on the dancefloor, Glen’s hands low on Billie’s hips with his head angled towards hers, Billie’s face turned towards him but otherwise largely obscured by her long hair. He rubs his face with his hand, skimming the words on the website - most of it speculation about the ‘brunette beauty that’s caught the Top Gun: Maverick star’s eye’, along with a recap of all his previous relationships. He sighs out loud, Meg’s words about not being able to tell who she is replaying in his head and providing him a glimmer of reassurance. 

He puts his phone down and takes a second to think, suddenly debating whether or not to tell Billie. He wants to be honest with her, but he knows that bringing this up is a risk to whatever they have together, especially so soon into it. He’s never before dated someone that wasn’t somehow in the famous circles herself, and more than that he’s never dated someone while being at the level of fame he’s currently at. Being in the public eye is difficult, even more so when it’s thrust upon you without warning. He has no way of knowing how Billie would react to this news, how she would deal with the changes that would inevitably affect every facet of her life, and more than that, if she would even want to deal with it. 

Glen drops his head back on the couch again, closing his eyes for a long moment.

On one hand, telling her about this now could jeopardise everything between them if Billie decided that it was simply all too much. On the other hand, not telling her about it meant that he risked her finding this out on her own - a surely unwelcome surprise that she’d know he kept from her. Neither option sounded good to him, as both risked him potentially losing everything with Billie. Still, not saying anything would allow him to stay in their bubble a little longer, delay the inevitable as it were, before the rest of the world found out and they had to deal with the worst parts of his job. 

His eyes flash open when his phone beeps again, reaching over to pick it up and smiling when he sees Billie’s name on the screen. He hasn’t seen her since Sunday, since they’d slept in together, had a lazy breakfast in bed and then proceeded to play house for the rest of the day. They’d ended up watching Jurassic Park in Glen’s theatre room following a passionate discussion about each other’s favourite movies, quickly discovering that the dinosaur blockbuster a long time favourite of the both of them.

That had led to them watching the rest of the Jurassic franchise from the original first movie all the way to the final Jurassic World film, with a brief rewind during the third one when Glen had gotten distracted having Billie’s bare legs in his lap - especially when she was still only wearing his Longhorns shirt and nothing else. That had led to his hands wandering and before long he had Billie splayed out on the theatre recliner, licking between her thighs like a man starved, eventually bending her over the armrest and fucking her until they were both crying out each other’s names. 

Begrudgingly, Glen had eventually driven Billie home late on Sunday night, though not without several attempts to get her to stay over again - Billie countering by saying that she couldn’t live only in his clothes to which Glen vehemently disagreed. They’d messaged back and forth since then, sending pictures and asking about each other's days, a face-time call on Tuesday evening after Glen had finished with a sunset photoshoot for GQ. 

Today, Thursday, he knew that Billie went to pilates with the girls in the late afternoon, having texted her how it went. She’d just responded to his message just now, letting him know as such.

It was really tough tonight! So much leg work. My poor glutes are on fire🔥

Glen grins, his thoughts immediately taking a sinful turn.

Sounds like you’ll need a massage then 👀

Are you volunteering? 🙈

He chuckles out loud, not wasting any time in responding. 

Anything to get my hands on that perfect ass of yours, baby 🍑

He can picture her smirking, laughing at his playful words, wishing he was there with her to hear it. 

You’re bad, Mr Powell

That doesn’t sound like a no darlin

Oh I’m absolutely not saying no. I’m always down for a massage, especially from you 😉

You’re bad, Miss James

Glen can’t wipe the smile from his face then, loving their constant playful, flirty banter. He grins at the screen when she replies with a wink emoji, letting out a breath and deciding not to tell her about the photos - at least not yet anyway. He wants to enjoy the two of them for just a little longer, to enjoy being himself with Billie without the added stresses of his job, to explore whatever this was growing between them. He puts his phone down and looks over at Brisket beside him, reaching over to pat him and ruffling his silky white fur.

“Wanna go for a walk buddy?”

---

Billie

Billie smooths back her high ponytail in the bathroom mirror, taming some stray fly-away hairs from her pilates sweat session. She readjusts her clear framed glasses and flicks off the light, walking out of Bec's bathroom and back into the kitchen where the girls are sitting. She can hear them both talking and laughing, her feet momentarily pausing underneath her when she hears a third voice - a thick, Texan accent that she's become very familiar with over the past two weeks.

Glen?

She steps out into the kitchen to find Sloane seated at the island bench and holding Billie’s phone, Bec beside her and similarly looking at the screen, apparently on a facetime call.

“What are you two doing?” 

Both girls’ heads snap up at the sound of her voice, an innocent smile on Sloane's face, gesturing to the phone in her hand as if taking a facetime call on Billie's phone is the most normal thing in the world. Bec only grins, shrugging her shoulders innocently and picking up her glass of wine, taking a sip and moving to sit back on her stool.

“Glen was calling, so we thought we'd answer and say hi” Sloane quips matter-of-factly, her long ebony ponytail swishing over her shoulder as she tilts her head at Billie's narrowed eyes, “Here, say hello”.

She hands Billie her phone and Billie shoots her a look that says ‘I'm going to kill you the second this call is over’, Sloane pulling a face and picking up her wine glass, glancing at Bec beside her with a grin. Billie exhales silently through her nose and lifts her phone to eye level, feeling her frustrations instantly subside the moment she sees Glen smiling at her. He looks as gorgeous as always, his hair longer and his chin covered in more hair than she’s used to seeing, making him look stupidly handsome and rugged.

“Hey darlin’”

“Hey you, how are you?”

“Better now” he says grinning at her, Billie’s heart doing a backflip in her chest, “Sorry for interrupting you and the girls, I thought you’d be home by now so I thought I’d call”

Billie smiles, shaking her head, ignoring her two wide eyed friends staring at her across the bench. 

“Don’t be sorry. Normally I would be home by now but as you can probably tell we’re just finishing off a bottle” Billie says, glancing at the girls and rolling her eyes when they both act offended.

Glen laughs, loud and throaty, the sound echoing in the expansive kitchen.

“Anyway, I was just calling to see what you were doing Saturday, to see if you wanted to do something?”

Billie bends and rests her elbows on the bench, tilting her head as she looks at the screen.

“I actually have plans on Saturday” Billie breathes, a hint of disappointment colouring her voice, “I have Mason---Bec’s son’s, birthday party”

“Oh that’s okay, what about---”

“Glen you're more than welcome to come on Saturday!” Bec shouts suddenly, interrupting Glen and making Billie’s head snap up at her friend. 

Billie shoots her friend a threatening look with just her eyes, Bec responding with an innocent shrug - Sloane beside her looking positively gleeful. 

Billie looks back down at the screen to see Glen’s eyebrows raised in surprise, his mouth half opened, half smiling as if he’s trying to work out if he heard her correctly.

She opens her mouth to speak but Glen beats her to it, telling her that he’d love to come, as long as Billie is okay with it of course.

Billie blinks rapidly, processing what’s just happened. Half of her is excited at the idea of Glen wanting to spend time with her and her friends, while the other half wants to kill Bec for springing this idea on her without giving her time to think about it.

“I mean---yeah, of course!” Billie says, trying her best to stop herself from stammering her words, Glen’s smile growing wide when she speaks.

“What time is the party?”

Billie turns the phone around so that Glen can see Bec, taking the opportunity to mouth the words ‘what the fuck’ to the girls without Glen seeing and shaking her head when they ignore her, instead only smiling sweetly.

“It’s at 1! And it’s a pool party, so bring your swimsuit” 

Almost instantly the idea of Glen shirtless in the pool makes Billie’s insides flip in the best way, her mind wandering as Bec rattles off the rest of Saturday’s details.

Billie turns the phone back around to face her, swearing she sees Glen’s face light up when his eyes find her. They talk for a few more minutes before Glen says that he doesn’t want to interrupt her and the girls anymore,  telling Billie that he’ll text her and shouting his goodbye’s to Bec and Sloane. Billie nods, grinning back at him through the screen when he winks at her, offering her own goodbye and watching as the call ends.

She puts down her phone and grips the edge of the bench, looking up at both of her friends sitting across from her and inhaling deeply through her nose.

“What. The. Fuck?”

---

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[shellbilee]

You'll have to stay tuned 🙈 next part is a little more fluffy, but there is some definite angst building ...

Hey There Darlin' - Chapter 11

Warnings: Cursing, smut

Billie

The bedroom is silent save for the sound of Billie and Glen’s combined breathing, both of them panting as they lay on the bed in a sweaty tangle of sheets and naked limbs.

Billie smiles to herself, her whole body feeling spent. She’s positive she’s never come that many times before, certain in that moment that Glen is absolutely the best sex of her life. It isn’t just because she's so attracted to him either - he really is just that fucking good.

Riding his face, the way she’d all but screamed his name as she’d come, and the way he’d gripped her thighs and held her over-sensitized body down onto him so that a second orgasm almost immediately followed the first. 

She’d slid down off him and Glen had quickly reached for a condom, soon pulling her back onto his lap and sliding oh-so-deliciously into her. Billie had ridden him until her legs had given out, before he’d rolled them over and slotted himself between her thighs. He’d lifted one of her legs and rested her ankle on his shoulder, driving into her until she was dangerously close to coming all over again. Breathy and desperately wanton at this point, Billie had reached down between their joined bodies to play with herself as he’d fucked her, the sight quickly sending Glen tipping over the edge right after Billie.

“I can’t believe we ended up at the same place tonight” Billie muses, her breathing finally slowing.

“I can’t believe how fuckin’ sexy you looked tonight” Glen replies, turning to press a gentle kiss to the side of Billie’s head and making her smile reflexively, “Seriously peach, you have no idea the effect you have on me”.

Billie rolls onto her side and props herself up onto her elbow, loving the way Glen’s eyes run down her naked body.

“I don’t know if you just heard the sounds I was making, but I’d say the effect you have on me is much the same”

Glen grins like a cheeky school boy, and Billie can’t take her eyes off his face.

“I love the sounds you make, and I love knowing that you’re making them because of me”

Billie grins back, her lips still feeling kiss-swollen. 

“It’s kinda hard to be quiet when you use your tongue like that” she replies softly, a shiver running down her spine as the memory of his mouth on her spreads throughout her belly, “Or your fingers. Or your dick”.

Glen laughs and trails his fingers down her side, leaving goosebumps in his wake. She lets out a silent breath as she looks back at him, her eyes glancing briefly at his muscled chest. 

“Do you mind if I have a shower? I hate sleeping with a face full of makeup and the smell of club on me”

“Of course not darlin’, was just thinking I wanted to do the same thing” Glen replies, yawning adorably and running his fingers through his sandy blonde hair.

Billie smiles before she leans in and kisses him, rolling over and off the bed and making her way to the bedroom ensuite. She can feel his eyes behind her drinking in her bare skin, glancing over her shoulder and grinning to herself when she finds him lying on his back naked and doing just that.

She exhales silently, deciding then that she could absolutely get used to the sight of naked Glen Powell in the bedroom. He’s like a Greek god statue - perfectly sculpted, with a perfect dick to match. Mmm.

Billie walks into the adjoining bathroom, noting all the dark, luxury furnishings and smooth, cool stone, reaching into Glen’s enormous double shower and switching on the water. She ties her hair up into a messy bun high on her head and takes a second to look at her bare self in the mirror, watching as the steam from the shower starts to fill up the room. 

She hears Glen step into the bathroom and suddenly he’s behind her in the mirror’s reflection, Billie’s eyes flickering over him in all his naked glory as she watches him pull out a spare towel and hang it on the shower hook beside his own. He turns and winks at her in the mirror, bending to press a gentle kiss to her shoulder, before taking her hand and guiding her into the shower with him.

It’s sweet and soft, and not at all a repeat of their previous few showers together, Glen’s arms wrapped around Billie’s torso as the spray runs down her back. She closes her eyes, savouring the heavenly warmth of both the water and Glen’s embrace, dipping her head forward to rest on his shoulder as her chest presses against his. She smiles against his skin when she feels his lips on her temple, listening to the rustle of bottles and moments later smelling the spicy, sweet scent of Glen’s body wash.

It takes her by surprise when she feels the loofah against her back, realising that he's washing her as she feels him sweep along her skin. The delicious scent gets stronger - a combination of wood, citrus and something sweet like vanilla, that smell that she's come to associate as uniquely him, feeling a wave of peace wash over her as she stands in his arms. It's a moment of calm after a busy, non-stop night, and Billie still can't quite believe that showering with Glen Powell has become somewhat of a norm in her life over the past week and a bit.

She smiles to herself again, realising that there's nowhere she'd rather be than here right now, exhaling heavily as she revels in the feeling of Glen's hands gliding over and down her back.

She's not sure if it's the alcohol from the bachelorette or the post-orgasm hormones that's clouding her thoughts but for a split second her mind wanders - acutely aware of a sudden warmth in the depth of her chest, an otherwise foreign feeling that she hasn't felt for the longest time. Like a butterfly slowly awakening, starting to unfurl its wings after months spent wrapped tight and closed. She sighs silently, allowing the feeling to take over her for just a moment longer, lifting her head when she feels Glen's hand cup her cheek.

“You okay?”

Billie nods, her lips stretching into a soft, content smile.

“Perfect”

Glen grins back at her then - effortlessly handsome even with his hair wet and flattened to his forehead, water droplets dripping from his long blonde lashes. He’s so gorgeous it almost hurts Billie to look at him, and she silently thanks whatever higher power is up there for making her lucky enough to be able to see him like this.

Eventually they finish the shower, Glen wrapping his towel low around his waist and looking so sinfully attractive that Billie has to actively work to stop herself from staring, wrapping her own towel around herself as Glen disappears into the bedroom. She takes the tie from her hair and runs her fingers through her long curls, thankful that her hair still looks half decent as she looks at her now makeup free reflection. Her skin is blotchy from a night of alcohol and partying and she can't help the momentary sting of panic she feels at being completely bare in front of Glen without even her skincare - her thoughts suddenly pausing when he appears behind her holding out a t-shirt.

“Here you go darlin’”

Billie takes the shirt gratefully, immediately clocking the orange Texas Longhorns logo across the chest and she smiling because of course that's what he's given her to sleep in. She slips the shirt over her head and drops her towel as Glen disappears into the bedroom again, returning seconds later dressed in loose navy sweat pants and holding a spare toothbrush in his hand.

“You look good in my shirt, peach”

Billie chuckles, smoothing the shirt down over her body. “And your saying that has nothing to do with this right?” she quips, pointing to the orange bull symbol emblazoned on her chest.

Glen laughs, deep and throaty, leaning his hip against the bathroom counter and looking back at her appreciatively. “Texas orange does look real good on you too” 

Billie grins and turns back to the mirror, looking over the loose fit of the shirt and the way it ends high on her naked thighs. The material is soft against her skin and smells deliciously like Glen - the next best thing to having his arms wrapped around her. She sets about brushing her teeth and Glen does the same, Billie feeling her heart swell at the domesticity of the simple, shared task as she watches him bend and rinse his mouth.

“Just gonna go let the boys out” Glen says when he’s done, leaning over to kiss her cheek, his hand finding her hip and giving her an adoring squeeze, “Meet you in bed?”

Billie nods, smiling with a mouthful of toothpaste and hearing him whistle for Brisket and Nugget, watching through the mirror as he retreats into the bedroom. 

When she retires to the bedroom a few minutes later she finds him already in bed, one arm tucked behind his head and the other outstretched on the adjacent pillow. He smiles at her lazily, the sight making her stomach squeeze in the best way, Billie slipping in beside him and relaxing against the silky, charcoal coloured sheets.

Her own lips tug into a smile then, feeling Glen’s lips press to her temple as he drapes one arm across her torso and pulls her in close, Billie closing her eyes and drifting off to sleep dreaming sweet things about the man holding her.

---

Glen

“I’ll send you the link” Megan’s voice says, Glen pinching the bridge of his nose as he holds his phone to his ear listening to his publicist speak, “Try not to stress Glen, they haven’t reported who she is and at this point there’s no way to tell either”

Glen nods, exhaling heavily. “Thanks Meg”

He barely listens when she reminds him of the meetings and engagements he has for the rest of the week, responding with clipped single words before the phone call ends.

Glen throws his phone onto the coffee table with more force than usual, the loud clang startling Brisket and making him look up from his spot on the adjacent couch curiously. 

“Sorry bud” Glen says, walking over and patting his fluffy head comfortingly, flopping onto the couch beside him and dropping his head back dramatically.

Thirteen days.

Thirteen days was all it had taken for his little bubble to burst. Some part of him always knew that it was inevitable, but still he hadn’t expected for it to happen so quickly.

His phone beeps and he begrudgingly leans forward to retrieve it, opening the message from Meg and clicking the link she’d sent through. He exhales heavily through his nose as the website loads, scrolling down the page to find the pictures in question. 

As it turns out someone had taken photos of him and Billie at the club last night, which of course had been posted and quickly circulated online. The pictures showed Glen and Billie on the dancefloor, Glen’s hands low on Billie’s hips with his head angled towards hers, Billie’s face turned towards him but otherwise largely obscured by her long hair. He rubs his face with his hand, skimming the words on the website - most of it speculation about the ‘brunette beauty that’s caught the Top Gun: Maverick star’s eye’, along with a recap of all his previous relationships. He sighs out loud, Meg’s words about not being able to tell who she is replaying in his head and providing him a glimmer of reassurance. 

He puts his phone down and takes a second to think, suddenly debating whether or not to tell Billie. He wants to be honest with her, but he knows that bringing this up is a risk to whatever they have together, especially so soon into it. He’s never before dated someone that wasn’t somehow in the famous circles herself, and more than that he’s never dated someone while being at the level of fame he’s currently at. Being in the public eye is difficult, even more so when it’s thrust upon you without warning. He has no way of knowing how Billie would react to this news, how she would deal with the changes that would inevitably affect every facet of her life, and more than that, if she would even want to deal with it. 

Glen drops his head back on the couch again, closing his eyes for a long moment.

On one hand, telling her about this now could jeopardise everything between them if Billie decided that it was simply all too much. On the other hand, not telling her about it meant that he risked her finding this out on her own - a surely unwelcome surprise that she’d know he kept from her. Neither option sounded good to him, as both risked him potentially losing everything with Billie. Still, not saying anything would allow him to stay in their bubble a little longer, delay the inevitable as it were, before the rest of the world found out and they had to deal with the worst parts of his job. 

His eyes flash open when his phone beeps again, reaching over to pick it up and smiling when he sees Billie’s name on the screen. He hasn’t seen her since Sunday, since they’d slept in together, had a lazy breakfast in bed and then proceeded to play house for the rest of the day. They’d ended up watching Jurassic Park in Glen’s theatre room following a passionate discussion about each other’s favourite movies, quickly discovering that the dinosaur blockbuster a long time favourite of the both of them.

That had led to them watching the rest of the Jurassic franchise from the original first movie all the way to the final Jurassic World film, with a brief rewind during the third one when Glen had gotten distracted having Billie’s bare legs in his lap - especially when she was still only wearing his Longhorns shirt and nothing else. That had led to his hands wandering and before long he had Billie splayed out on the theatre recliner, licking between her thighs like a man starved, eventually bending her over the armrest and fucking her until they were both crying out each other’s names. 

Begrudgingly, Glen had eventually driven Billie home late on Sunday night, though not without several attempts to get her to stay over again - Billie countering by saying that she couldn’t live only in his clothes to which Glen vehemently disagreed. They’d messaged back and forth since then, sending pictures and asking about each other's days, a face-time call on Tuesday evening after Glen had finished with a sunset photoshoot for GQ. 

Today, Thursday, he knew that Billie went to pilates with the girls in the late afternoon, having texted her how it went. She’d just responded to his message just now, letting him know as such.

It was really tough tonight! So much leg work. My poor glutes are on fire🔥

Glen grins, his thoughts immediately taking a sinful turn.

Sounds like you’ll need a massage then 👀

Are you volunteering? 🙈

He chuckles out loud, not wasting any time in responding. 

Anything to get my hands on that perfect ass of yours, baby 🍑

He can picture her smirking, laughing at his playful words, wishing he was there with her to hear it. 

You’re bad, Mr Powell

That doesn’t sound like a no darlin

Oh I’m absolutely not saying no. I’m always down for a massage, especially from you 😉

You’re bad, Miss James

Glen can’t wipe the smile from his face then, loving their constant playful, flirty banter. He grins at the screen when she replies with a wink emoji, letting out a breath and deciding not to tell her about the photos - at least not yet anyway. He wants to enjoy the two of them for just a little longer, to enjoy being himself with Billie without the added stresses of his job, to explore whatever this was growing between them. He puts his phone down and looks over at Brisket beside him, reaching over to pat him and ruffling his silky white fur.

“Wanna go for a walk buddy?”

---

Billie

Billie smooths back her high ponytail in the bathroom mirror, taming some stray fly-away hairs from her pilates sweat session. She readjusts her clear framed glasses and flicks off the light, walking out of Bec's bathroom and back into the kitchen where the girls are sitting. She can hear them both talking and laughing, her feet momentarily pausing underneath her when she hears a third voice - a thick, Texan accent that she's become very familiar with over the past two weeks.

Glen?

She steps out into the kitchen to find Sloane seated at the island bench and holding Billie’s phone, Bec beside her and similarly looking at the screen, apparently on a facetime call.

“What are you two doing?” 

Both girls’ heads snap up at the sound of her voice, an innocent smile on Sloane's face, gesturing to the phone in her hand as if taking a facetime call on Billie's phone is the most normal thing in the world. Bec only grins, shrugging her shoulders innocently and picking up her glass of wine, taking a sip and moving to sit back on her stool.

“Glen was calling, so we thought we'd answer and say hi” Sloane quips matter-of-factly, her long ebony ponytail swishing over her shoulder as she tilts her head at Billie's narrowed eyes, “Here, say hello”.

She hands Billie her phone and Billie shoots her a look that says ‘I'm going to kill you the second this call is over’, Sloane pulling a face and picking up her wine glass, glancing at Bec beside her with a grin. Billie exhales silently through her nose and lifts her phone to eye level, feeling her frustrations instantly subside the moment she sees Glen smiling at her. He looks as gorgeous as always, his hair longer and his chin covered in more hair than she’s used to seeing, making him look stupidly handsome and rugged.

“Hey darlin’”

“Hey you, how are you?”

“Better now” he says grinning at her, Billie’s heart doing a backflip in her chest, “Sorry for interrupting you and the girls, I thought you’d be home by now so I thought I’d call”

Billie smiles, shaking her head, ignoring her two wide eyed friends staring at her across the bench. 

“Don’t be sorry. Normally I would be home by now but as you can probably tell we’re just finishing off a bottle” Billie says, glancing at the girls and rolling her eyes when they both act offended.

Glen laughs, loud and throaty, the sound echoing in the expansive kitchen.

“Anyway, I was just calling to see what you were doing Saturday, to see if you wanted to do something?”

Billie bends and rests her elbows on the bench, tilting her head as she looks at the screen.

“I actually have plans on Saturday” Billie breathes, a hint of disappointment colouring her voice, “I have Mason---Bec’s son’s, birthday party”

“Oh that’s okay, what about---”

“Glen you're more than welcome to come on Saturday!” Bec shouts suddenly, interrupting Glen and making Billie’s head snap up at her friend. 

Billie shoots her friend a threatening look with just her eyes, Bec responding with an innocent shrug - Sloane beside her looking positively gleeful. 

Billie looks back down at the screen to see Glen’s eyebrows raised in surprise, his mouth half opened, half smiling as if he’s trying to work out if he heard her correctly.

She opens her mouth to speak but Glen beats her to it, telling her that he’d love to come, as long as Billie is okay with it of course.

Billie blinks rapidly, processing what’s just happened. Half of her is excited at the idea of Glen wanting to spend time with her and her friends, while the other half wants to kill Bec for springing this idea on her without giving her time to think about it.

“I mean---yeah, of course!” Billie says, trying her best to stop herself from stammering her words, Glen’s smile growing wide when she speaks.

“What time is the party?”

Billie turns the phone around so that Glen can see Bec, taking the opportunity to mouth the words ‘what the fuck’ to the girls without Glen seeing and shaking her head when they ignore her, instead only smiling sweetly.

“It’s at 1! And it’s a pool party, so bring your swimsuit” 

Almost instantly the idea of Glen shirtless in the pool makes Billie’s insides flip in the best way, her mind wandering as Bec rattles off the rest of Saturday’s details.

Billie turns the phone back around to face her, swearing she sees Glen’s face light up when his eyes find her. They talk for a few more minutes before Glen says that he doesn’t want to interrupt her and the girls anymore,  telling Billie that he’ll text her and shouting his goodbye’s to Bec and Sloane. Billie nods, grinning back at him through the screen when he winks at her, offering her own goodbye and watching as the call ends.

She puts down her phone and grips the edge of the bench, looking up at both of her friends sitting across from her and inhaling deeply through her nose.

“What. The. Fuck?”

---

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[shellbilee]

Hey There Darlin' - Chapter 11

Warnings: Cursing, smut

Billie

The bedroom is silent save for the sound of Billie and Glen’s combined breathing, both of them panting as they lay on the bed in a sweaty tangle of sheets and naked limbs.

Billie smiles to herself, her whole body feeling spent. She’s positive she’s never come that many times before, certain in that moment that Glen is absolutely the best sex of her life. It isn’t just because she's so attracted to him either - he really is just that fucking good.

Riding his face, the way she’d all but screamed his name as she’d come, and the way he’d gripped her thighs and held her over-sensitized body down onto him so that a second orgasm almost immediately followed the first. 

She’d slid down off him and Glen had quickly reached for a condom, soon pulling her back onto his lap and sliding oh-so-deliciously into her. Billie had ridden him until her legs had given out, before he’d rolled them over and slotted himself between her thighs. He’d lifted one of her legs and rested her ankle on his shoulder, driving into her until she was dangerously close to coming all over again. Breathy and desperately wanton at this point, Billie had reached down between their joined bodies to play with herself as he’d fucked her, the sight quickly sending Glen tipping over the edge right after Billie.

“I can’t believe we ended up at the same place tonight” Billie muses, her breathing finally slowing.

“I can’t believe how fuckin’ sexy you looked tonight” Glen replies, turning to press a gentle kiss to the side of Billie’s head and making her smile reflexively, “Seriously peach, you have no idea the effect you have on me”.

Billie rolls onto her side and props herself up onto her elbow, loving the way Glen’s eyes run down her naked body.

“I don’t know if you just heard the sounds I was making, but I’d say the effect you have on me is much the same”

Glen grins like a cheeky school boy, and Billie can’t take her eyes off his face.

“I love the sounds you make, and I love knowing that you’re making them because of me”

Billie grins back, her lips still feeling kiss-swollen. 

“It’s kinda hard to be quiet when you use your tongue like that” she replies softly, a shiver running down her spine as the memory of his mouth on her spreads throughout her belly, “Or your fingers. Or your dick”.

Glen laughs and trails his fingers down her side, leaving goosebumps in his wake. She lets out a silent breath as she looks back at him, her eyes glancing briefly at his muscled chest. 

“Do you mind if I have a shower? I hate sleeping with a face full of makeup and the smell of club on me”

“Of course not darlin’, was just thinking I wanted to do the same thing” Glen replies, yawning adorably and running his fingers through his sandy blonde hair.

Billie smiles before she leans in and kisses him, rolling over and off the bed and making her way to the bedroom ensuite. She can feel his eyes behind her drinking in her bare skin, glancing over her shoulder and grinning to herself when she finds him lying on his back naked and doing just that.

She exhales silently, deciding then that she could absolutely get used to the sight of naked Glen Powell in the bedroom. He’s like a Greek god statue - perfectly sculpted, with a perfect dick to match. Mmm.

Billie walks into the adjoining bathroom, noting all the dark, luxury furnishings and smooth, cool stone, reaching into Glen’s enormous double shower and switching on the water. She ties her hair up into a messy bun high on her head and takes a second to look at her bare self in the mirror, watching as the steam from the shower starts to fill up the room. 

She hears Glen step into the bathroom and suddenly he’s behind her in the mirror’s reflection, Billie’s eyes flickering over him in all his naked glory as she watches him pull out a spare towel and hang it on the shower hook beside his own. He turns and winks at her in the mirror, bending to press a gentle kiss to her shoulder, before taking her hand and guiding her into the shower with him.

It’s sweet and soft, and not at all a repeat of their previous few showers together, Glen’s arms wrapped around Billie’s torso as the spray runs down her back. She closes her eyes, savouring the heavenly warmth of both the water and Glen’s embrace, dipping her head forward to rest on his shoulder as her chest presses against his. She smiles against his skin when she feels his lips on her temple, listening to the rustle of bottles and moments later smelling the spicy, sweet scent of Glen’s body wash.

It takes her by surprise when she feels the loofah against her back, realising that he's washing her as she feels him sweep along her skin. The delicious scent gets stronger - a combination of wood, citrus and something sweet like vanilla, that smell that she's come to associate as uniquely him, feeling a wave of peace wash over her as she stands in his arms. It's a moment of calm after a busy, non-stop night, and Billie still can't quite believe that showering with Glen Powell has become somewhat of a norm in her life over the past week and a bit.

She smiles to herself again, feeling herself sobering up - realising that there's nowhere she'd rather be than here right now. She exhales heavily as she revels in the feeling of Glen's hands gliding over and down her back, letting out a content, silent sigh.

She's not sure if it's the alcohol from the bachelorette or the post-orgasm hormones that's clouding her thoughts but for a split second her mind wanders - acutely aware of a sudden warmth in the depth of her chest, an otherwise foreign feeling that she hasn't felt for the longest time. Like a butterfly slowly awakening, starting to unfurl its wings after months spent wrapped tight and closed. She sighs silently, allowing the feeling to take over her for just a moment longer, lifting her head when she feels Glen's hand cup her cheek.

“You okay?”

Billie nods, her lips stretching into a soft, content smile.

“Perfect”

Glen grins back at her then - effortlessly handsome even with his hair wet and flattened to his forehead, water droplets dripping from his long blonde lashes. He’s so gorgeous it almost hurts Billie to look at him, and she silently thanks whatever higher power is up there for making her lucky enough to be able to see him like this.

Eventually they finish the shower, Glen wrapping his towel low around his waist and looking so sinfully attractive that Billie has to actively work to stop herself from staring, wrapping her own towel around herself as Glen disappears into the bedroom. She takes the tie from her hair and runs her fingers through her long curls, thankful that her hair still looks half decent as she looks at her now makeup free reflection. Her skin is blotchy from a night of alcohol and partying and she can't help the momentary sting of panic she feels at being completely bare in front of Glen without even her skincare - her thoughts suddenly pausing when he appears behind her holding out a t-shirt.

“Here you go darlin’”

Billie takes the shirt gratefully, immediately clocking the orange Texas Longhorns logo across the chest and she smiling because of course that's what he's given her to sleep in. She slips the shirt over her head and drops her towel as Glen disappears into the bedroom again, returning seconds later dressed in loose navy sweat pants and holding a spare toothbrush in his hand.

“You look good in my shirt, peach”

Billie chuckles, smoothing the shirt down over her body. “And your saying that has nothing to do with this right?” she quips, pointing to the orange bull symbol emblazoned on her chest.

Glen laughs, deep and throaty, leaning his hip against the bathroom counter and looking back at her appreciatively. “Texas orange does look real good on you too” 

Billie grins and turns back to the mirror, looking over the loose fit of the shirt and the way it ends high on her naked thighs. The material is soft against her skin and smells deliciously like Glen - the next best thing to having his arms wrapped around her. She sets about brushing her teeth and Glen does the same, Billie feeling her heart swell at the domesticity of the simple, shared task as she watches him bend and rinse his mouth.

“Just gonna go let the boys out” Glen says when he’s done, leaning over to kiss her cheek, his hand finding her hip and giving her an adoring squeeze, “Meet you in bed?”

Billie nods, smiling with a mouthful of toothpaste and hearing him whistle for Brisket and Nugget, watching through the mirror as he retreats into the bedroom. 

When she retires to the bedroom a few minutes later she finds him already in bed, one arm tucked behind his head and the other outstretched on the adjacent pillow. He smiles at her lazily, the sight making her stomach squeeze in the best way, Billie slipping in beside him and relaxing against the silky, charcoal coloured sheets.

Her own lips tug into a smile then, feeling Glen’s lips press to her temple as he drapes one arm across her torso and pulls her in close, Billie closing her eyes and drifting off to sleep dreaming sweet things about the man holding her.

---

Glen

“I’ll send you the link” Megan’s voice says, Glen pinching the bridge of his nose as he holds his phone to his ear listening to his publicist speak, “Try not to stress Glen, they haven’t reported who she is and at this point there’s no way to tell either”

Glen nods, exhaling heavily. “Thanks Meg”

He barely listens when she reminds him of the meetings and engagements he has for the rest of the week, responding with clipped single words before the phone call ends.

Glen throws his phone onto the coffee table with more force than usual, the loud clang startling Brisket and making him look up from his spot on the adjacent couch curiously. 

“Sorry bud” Glen says, walking over and patting his fluffy head comfortingly, flopping onto the couch beside him and dropping his head back dramatically.

Thirteen days.

Thirteen days was all it had taken for his little bubble to burst. Some part of him always knew that it was inevitable, but still he hadn’t expected for it to happen so quickly.

His phone beeps and he begrudgingly leans forward to retrieve it, opening the message from Meg and clicking the link she’d sent through. He exhales heavily through his nose as the website loads, scrolling down the page to find the pictures in question. 

As it turns out someone had taken photos of him and Billie at the club last night, which of course had been posted and quickly circulated online. The pictures show Glen and Billie on the dancefloor, Glen’s hands low on Billie’s hips with his head angled towards hers, Billie’s face turned towards him but otherwise largely obscured by her long hair. He rubs his face with his hand, skimming the words on the website - most of it speculation about the ‘brunette beauty that’s caught the Top Gun: Maverick star’s eye’, along with a recap of all his previous relationships. He sighs out loud, Meg’s words about not being able to tell who she is replaying in his head and providing him a glimmer of reassurance. 

He puts his phone down and takes a second to think, suddenly debating whether or not to tell Billie. He wants to be honest with her, but he knows that bringing this up is a risk to whatever they have together, especially so soon into it. He’s never before dated someone that isn’t somehow in the famous circles herself, and more than that he’s never dated someone while being at the level of fame he’s currently at. Being in the public eye is difficult, even more so when it’s thrust upon you without warning. He has no way of knowing how Billie would react to this news, how she would deal with the changes that would inevitably affect every facet of her life, and more than that, if she would even want to deal with it. 

Glen drops his head back on the couch again, closing his eyes for a long moment.

On one hand, telling her about this now could jeopardise everything between them if Billie decides that it's simply all too much. On the other hand, not telling her about it means that he risks her finding this out on her own - a surely unwelcome surprise that she would know he kept from her. Neither option sounds good to him, as both risk him potentially losing everything with Billie. Still, not saying anything would allow him to stay in their bubble a little longer, delay the inevitable as it were, before the rest of the world finds out and they have to deal with the worst parts of his job. 

His eyes flash open when his phone beeps again, reaching over to pick it up and smiling when he sees Billie’s name on the screen. He hasn’t seen her since Sunday, since they’d slept in together, had a lazy breakfast in bed and then proceeded to play house for the rest of the day. They’d ended up watching Jurassic Park in Glen’s theatre room following a passionate discussion about each other’s favourite movies, quickly discovering that the dinosaur blockbuster a long time favourite of the both of them.

That had led to them watching the rest of the Jurassic franchise from the original first movie all the way to the final Jurassic World film, with a brief rewind during the third one when Glen had gotten distracted having Billie’s bare legs in his lap - especially when she was still only wearing his Longhorns shirt and nothing else. That had led to his hands wandering and before long he had Billie splayed out on the theatre recliner, licking between her thighs like a man starved, eventually bending her over the armrest and fucking her until they were both crying out each other’s names. 

Begrudgingly, Glen had eventually driven Billie home late on Sunday night, though not without several attempts to get her to stay over again - Billie countering by saying that she couldn’t live only in his clothes to which Glen vehemently disagreed. They’d messaged back and forth since then, sending pictures and asking about each other's days, a face-time call on Tuesday evening after Glen had finished with a sunset photoshoot for GQ. 

It was really tough tonight! So much leg work. My poor glutes are on fire🔥

Today, Thursday, he knew that Billie went to pilates with the girls in the late afternoon, having texted her how it went. She’d responded to his message just now, letting him know as such.

Glen grins, his thoughts immediately taking a sinful turn.

Sounds like you’ll need a massage then 👀

Are you volunteering? 🙈

He chuckles out loud, not wasting any time in responding. 

Anything to get my hands on that perfect ass of yours, baby 🍑

He can picture her smirking, laughing at his playful words, wishing he was there with her to hear it. 

You’re bad, Mr Powell

That doesn’t sound like a no darlin

Oh I’m absolutely not saying no. I’m always down for a massage, especially from you 😉

You’re bad, Miss James

Glen can’t wipe the smile from his face then, loving their constant playful, flirty banter. He grins at the screen when she replies with a wink emoji, letting out a breath and deciding not to tell her about the photos - at least not yet anyway. He wants to enjoy the two of them for just a little longer, to enjoy being himself with Billie without the added stresses of his job, to explore whatever this is growing between them. He puts his phone down and looks over at Brisket beside him, reaching over to pat him and ruffling his silky white fur.

“Wanna go for a walk buddy?”

---

Billie

Billie smooths back her high ponytail in the bathroom mirror, taming some stray fly-away hairs from her pilates sweat session. She readjusts her clear framed glasses and flicks off the light, walking out of Bec's bathroom and back into the kitchen where the girls are sitting. She can hear them both talking and laughing, her feet momentarily pausing underneath her when she hears a third voice - a thick, Texan accent that she's become very familiar with over the past two weeks.

Glen?

She steps out into the kitchen to find Sloane seated at the island bench and holding Billie’s phone, Bec beside her and similarly looking at the screen, apparently on a facetime call.

“What are you two doing?” 

Both girls’ heads snap up at the sound of her voice, an innocent smile on Sloane's face, gesturing to the phone in her hand as if taking a facetime call on Billie's phone is the most normal thing in the world. Bec only grins, shrugging her shoulders innocently and picking up her glass of wine, taking a sip and moving to sit back on her stool.

“Glen was calling, so we thought we'd answer and say hi” Sloane quips matter-of-factly, her long ebony ponytail swishing over her shoulder as she tilts her head at Billie's narrowed eyes, “Here, say hello”.

She hands Billie her phone and Billie shoots her a look that says ‘I'm going to kill you the second this call is over’, Sloane pulling a face and picking up her wine glass, glancing at Bec beside her with a grin. Billie exhales silently through her nose and lifts her phone to eye level, feeling her frustrations instantly subside the moment she sees Glen smiling at her. He looks as gorgeous as always, his hair longer and his chin covered in more hair than she’s used to seeing, making him look stupidly handsome and rugged.

“Hey darlin’”

“Hey you, how are you?”

“Better now” he says grinning at her, Billie’s heart doing a backflip in her chest, “Sorry for interrupting you and the girls, I thought you’d be home by now so I thought I’d call”

Billie smiles, shaking her head, ignoring her two wide eyed friends staring at her across the bench. 

“Don’t be sorry. Normally I would be home by now but as you can probably tell we’re just finishing off a bottle” Billie says, glancing at the girls and rolling her eyes when they both act offended.

Glen laughs, loud and throaty, the sound echoing in the expansive kitchen.

“Anyway, I was just calling to see what you were doing Saturday, to see if you wanted to do something?”

Billie bends and rests her elbows on the bench, tilting her head as she looks at the screen.

“I actually have plans on Saturday” Billie breathes, a hint of disappointment colouring her voice, “I have Mason---Bec’s son’s, birthday party”

“Oh that’s okay, what about---”

“Glen you're more than welcome to come on Saturday!” Bec shouts suddenly, interrupting Glen and making Billie’s head snap up at her friend. 

Billie shoots her friend a threatening look with just her eyes, Bec responding with an innocent shrug - Sloane beside her looking positively gleeful. 

Billie looks back down at the screen to see Glen’s eyebrows raised in surprise, his mouth half opened, half smiling as if he’s trying to work out if he heard her correctly.

She opens her mouth to speak but Glen beats her to it, telling her that he’d love to come, as long as Billie is okay with it of course.

Billie blinks rapidly, processing what’s just happened. Half of her is excited at the idea of Glen wanting to spend time with her and her friends, while the other half wants to kill Bec for springing this idea on her without giving her time to think about it.

“I mean---yeah, of course!” Billie says, trying her best to stop herself from stammering her words, Glen’s smile growing wide when she speaks.

“What time is the party?”

Billie turns the phone around so that Glen can see Bec, taking the opportunity to mouth the words ‘what the fuck’ to the girls without Glen seeing and shaking her head when they ignore her, instead only smiling sweetly.

“It’s at 1! And it’s a pool party, so bring your swimsuit” 

Almost instantly the idea of Glen shirtless in the pool makes Billie’s insides flip in the best way, her mind wandering as Bec rattles off the rest of Saturday’s details.

Billie turns the phone back around to face her, swearing she sees Glen’s face light up when his eyes find her. They talk for a few more minutes before Glen says that he doesn’t want to interrupt her and the girls anymore, telling Billie that he’ll text her and shouting his goodbye’s to Bec and Sloane. Billie nods, grinning back at him through the screen when he winks at her, offering her own goodbye and watching as the call ends.

She puts down her phone and grips the edge of the bench, looking up at both of her friends sitting across from her and inhaling deeply through her nose.

“What. The. Fuck?”

---

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[shellbilee]

THIS 😍😍😍

“Giddy up, cowboy”

Glen Powell x Fem!Reader

Content: 18+ some sexual stuff, Glen looking like a MEAL

“You should wear that cowboy hat more often.”

Glen’s eyes widen in surprise at your words and you couldn’t help but smile.

“Why?” He asks. “Does it do something for you?”

“Maybe,” you tease, wrapping your arms around his neck.

He hums a response, wrapping his arms around your waist and leaning in close. His cologne and minty breath touches your nose before he whispers, “You wanna see if it’ll do something for you?”

Instantly, you feel yourself turning into a puddle. Your legs tighten and rub together to try and relieve some of the pressure and pulsing between your thighs. Glen notices instantly and lowers one hand to your bum, slapping and then squeezing it with a smirk.

“You’ll have to wait for later,” he tells you. “I’ll have you begging for me back home.”

The thought alone made your heart pound against your chest at the anticipation of Glen’s strong body over yours…behind you. It took everything in you not to excuse yourself from the football game you’d both been at attendance and let out some of your pleasure in the bathroom.

By the time the game ends, you’re so round up from the constant throbbing you barely let Glen touch you. You knew as soon as his hand meets your skin you wouldn’t have any self control.

In the car, you’re silently looking out the window and counting the street lamps that pass by. Glen’s talking about something but you’ve drowned out his deep voice.

Just a few more minutes and we’ll be home.

“Baby?” Glen asks, placing a hand on your thigh. “Are you okay?”

You pulse your thighs together, squeeze your eyes, and then turn to face him. He’s stopped at the light before turning into your neighborhood and fully looking at you with those almost pale green eyes.

“What?” You ask.

“I asked if you were okay,” he repeats, smiling and squeezing your thigh a bit.

You shudder but nod. “Mhmm, never better.”

You can practically see Glen’s heart pounding in his neck as soon as he flashes you that movie star smile of his. His eyes light up but he turns to face the light, that has now turned green.

Without another word, Glen’s hand slowly caresses your thighs moving up and under the denim skirt you’re wearing. The callouses on his hand scratch at your soft skin and sends a shiver down your spine. He only stops when his fingers brush against your already soaked underwear, a low grumble slipping from his lips.

“How long have you been this wet for?” he asks, his voice barely louder than a mumble.

“S-since the game,” you admit. You’re about to add more detail but his finger rushes up and down your slit, the words mystifying before you can even finish the thought.

“Hmm,” he hums. “You were being so patient. Weren’t you, my pretty girl?”

His fingers move faster, now rubbing your clit softly but hard, just how you like it. At the moan you let out, Glen chuckles and moves away from that spot, flicking his fingers to the bottom of your slit and back up to your clit like an expert.

And then…he stops. Stops.

“Why did you—”

“We’re home,” he tells you, pulling his hand back and smiling wickedly at you. “Let’s go.”

You didn’t have to be told twice.

You thought I’d keep going, didn’t you? 😏 don’t worry, I have another fic coming later this weekend 😘 check out my Masterlist for now! (It’s pinned)

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Best duo!

[shellbilee]

Hey B! Just sending this ask to tell you how glad I am to have met you. You are such a darling and I adore you so much, have a good day/night.

Aww Beks! You're the best 😍

So much love for you! 🩵

[shellbilee]

guys, it happened again. I had another smut dream about Hugh Jackman and now I can't stop thinking about it.

So, I've officially added it to my WIPs and I'll have a little blurb out soon - it will be an RPF of Hugh with an OC whose a dancer. Expect it to be fluffy, angsty and slow burn smutty!

Let me know if you'd like to be tagged 😍

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Go get her, Ron!

Hit Man (2023)

[shellbilee]

Thank you for the reblog 🩵🩵

Hey There Darlin' - Chapter 10

A Glen Powell RPF Series

Warning: Smutttt, cursing

AN: Sorry it's been a while guys, I appreciate you all following along! I've just had some big work changes happen lately and they've taken all my energy and time. I'm hopeful to be back to regular posting soon! xx

Billie

“Thank you” Billie says to the server, taking the mimosa from her gratefully and gripping the glass in an effort to distract herself from the ticklish sensation of her pedicure.

She flashes an apologetic look to the spa therapist holding her foot when she still reflexively jumps a moment later, the woman looking up at her with an amused smile.

“This is literally the most fancy place I’ve ever been to” Billie says, taking a sip of her mimosa and turning to Sloane in the cushioned chair beside her.

“I know. It’s crazy isn’t it? I didn’t even know this place existed” Sloane remarks, sipping her own drink and relaxing back into the pillows.

Billie looks around the very exclusive spa, luxury and opulence dripping from every corner. It’s all polished stone and scandi-style wood, giant windows lining the walls that look out onto perfectly manicured, palm tree-lined gardens. Chelsea had invited twenty or so of her closest girlfriends, and of course had booked out the entire luxury space for a morning of indulgent pampering. The spa session was to include manicures and pedicures, scalp rubs and hydrating facials, finishing with an hour long, full body massage. 

From there, they were all headed to Beverly Hills where they’d participate in a pole dancing class, before getting their hair and makeup done and moving onto cocktails and dinner at an exclusive rooftop bar. Following that, the night was to finish off with more drinks and dancing at some exclusive LA club that Patrick apparently had connections to. It was like a bachelorette party straight out of a movie. 

Billie looks around the room again and watches some of the younger girls reaching for their next round of mimosas, two girls - who she thinks are Ellie and Isabelle, the best friends of Chelsea, each shooting a shot of tequila.

Billie can’t help the way she grimaces then, unable to think of anything worse than tequila shots, let alone tequila shots at twelve-thirty in the afternoon. With the day of events they had ahead of them, she was already betting that they wouldn’t be making it to dinner. 

“Hey girl” Sloane says, Billie turning back to find Bec walking over and sitting in the empty chair next to them. 

She’d been talking to Terri - her and Chelsea’s mother, and the rest of the ‘adults’ that had been invited along.

“You ok?” Billie asks, noting the tinge of concern colouring her best friend’s face.

Bec nods. “Yeah I’m fine. I just can't believe the level of extra Chels has gone to” she explains, gesturing with her hands to their surroundings, “I mean my bachelorette was fancy but this is just next level”.

Sloane laughs, leaning over in her chair as she sips her mimosa. “What did you do for yours?”

“We did a winery tour and stayed in a beachfront house down in Malibu” Bec explains, nodding her thanks to the server when a mimosa is suddenly brought over, “It was amazing. But nothing like this”.

All three of them turn when a cheer is heard across the room, looking over to find another round of tequila shots being downed.

“Did you have girls doing shots in the middle of the afternoon at yours?” Billie asks with a giggle, feeling her thirty-year old inner self shiver in disdain, “There’s no way those girls are making it to the club if they keep going like that”.

Bec laughs, shaking her head no, the three of them grinning at one another and apparently choosing to ignore the memories of their own antics when they were twenty-four.

Billie’s phone dings and she reaches to pick it up, smiling down at the screen when she sees it’s a text message from Glen. She taps at her phone, opening the message, a picture of Nugget and Brisket relaxing in his backyard filling the screen.

“Glen?”

Billie looks up and only smiles, answering Sloane’s question without words. She turns her phone around to show the girls, explaining that Glen was looking after Nugget today.

After a somewhat lazy morning, Billie had convinced Glen to go on a run with her - an easy two and a half mile around her neighbourhood. There’d been healthy competition between them, each teasing and pushing one another to go faster, eventually making it back home sweaty and laughing.

Cooling down with a post-run water in the kitchen, Billie had mentioned that she was worried about leaving Nugget all day, given Ryan and Lachlan - who would normally look after him, were away for the weekend celebrating their new found engagement. 

That had led to Glen suggesting that he take Nugget himself, offering to take him to his place for the day where Nugget and Brisket would undoubtedly tire each other out. Billie had immediately declined the offer, telling Glen that her eight-five pound golden canine was significantly more work than little Brisket, but Glen had insisted everything would be fine.

She’d eventually warmed to the idea after Glen had eased all of her potential concerns, finally accepting his offer.

“Wow he's already dog sitting after a week? I'm impressed Bil”

Billie laughs and rolls her eyes. “Shut up Sloane”

Sloane grins, teasing her. “What's he doing tonight?”

“Going out for a friend's birthday” Billie shares, looking at the two girls, “Actually, that friend is Chord Overstreet”

Bec raises her eyebrows in surprise. “Do you know where he's going?”

Billie shakes her head. “No, I didn't ask”.

“Why not?” Bec asks.

“You should meet him out somewhere” Sloane suggests at the same time, Bec immediately nodding in agreement.

“Nah, I don't want to be too clingy. I already spent last night with him” Billie says, taking another sip of her mimosa,  “And this morning” she adds after a moment, a sly grin pulling at her lips as she winks at her two friends.

Sloane wiggles her eyebrows suggestively.

“And how was it?”

Billie chuckles.

“Incredible”

“Just incredible?” Sloane presses, clearly wanting all the juicy details and making Billie grin.

“There are no words” she replies, sighing almost dreamily as thoughts of yesterday’s shower suddenly replays in her head, the scene quickly morphing into a replay of their post-run shower from this morning. 

“Girls, the sex is insane” Billie remarks, looking at Bec and Sloane in turn, “He’s just---, I don’t know. I don’t know if it’s because he’s just so fucking gorgeous and I’m just so attracted to him, or if----”

“If he's just that fucking good?” Sloane asks, finishing Billie’s sentence and making both Bec and Billie laugh.

“Yes or that” Billie replies, leaning back in her chair and shaking her head at her friends.

“It’s probably both” Bec exclaims, winking one big blue eye mischievously, “The man definitely knows what he’s doing. He’s Glen Powell for God’s sake” she adds, her voice dropping to a whisper when she says his name and giving a sideways glance at the women working on Billie and Sloane’s feet.

Billie smiles sheepishly, knowing that is absolutely the answer.

She looks back down at her phone, fingers tapping at the screen as she types out a reply.

😍😍

You've tired them out already?

Typing bubbles appear almost immediately and Billie can’t help the way her heart rate picks up instantly.

They did it themselves, they've barely stopped running since they got here

Billie grins, instantly thankful that she’d agreed to take Glen up on his offer.

Thank you again for this Glen, I really appreciate it!

You're most welcome darlin. Hope you're having fun

“Guys, take a photo with me” Billie says, opening her camera and holding it up in front of them.

Sloane and Bec both lean in, mimosas in hand, Billie snapping a quick selfie of the three of them. She looks down at the picture - Bec smiling happily, Sloane pouting sexily and Billie winking as she grins, sending it to Glen with a quick message.

Definitely not as much fun as my shower this morning but I’d say it’s pretty damn close 😉

---

Glen

Glen relaxes back into the lounge, taking a sip of his beer as he looks around the semi-crowded, exclusive rooftop club. It’s a typical Saturday night crowd - a mix of high profile people and social media influencers, several groups milling about the venue. Some are on the dancefloor in the centre of the club, swinging their hips to the heavy beat of the music, others drinking extravagant cocktails, talking and laughing in the many booths dotted around the edge of the rooftop.  

He looks over at his group seated on the u-shaped lounge, nodding at Chord sitting across from him and holding up his beer in silent cheers to his long time friend. He pulls his phone from his pocket and signals to Nick and Priyanka beside him, the rest of the group following suit and looking up at Glen’s phone. He snaps a group selfie - everyone smiling and laughing, looking over the photo before tagging his friends and uploading it to his Instagram.

He does a quick scroll through his notifications - majority of them fans reacting to his earlier posted story of Nugget and Brisket playing, most of them comments from people going wild thinking he’d adopted another dog. He skims over the words from his fans and smiles at their reactions, noting a comment from his sister Lauren laughing at Brisket’s attempts to wrestle with the much larger dog.

He flicks back to his feed screen and notices Billie’s profile bubble showing a new story, clicking on her picture and immediately sucking in his breath when a video starts to play.

It’s a clip of Billie and who he figures is some of the other girls at the bachelorette party, each of them standing next to a pole and wearing heels so high it hurts his feet just to look at them. He realises it’s them at the pole dancing class - some of them bouncing on the spot to the music, some of them grinning and laughing at one another as if they’re waiting to be counted in. Glen’s eyes are glued to Billie near the front of the class, running over her figure dressed only in a crop and tiny pair of shorts that accentuates her already perfectly, peachy ass. He fights the urge to groan out loud, immediately wishing she was here with him, every single muscle in his body suddenly contracting when the girls all start to move.

Fuck.

They move and dance in practised unison, tossing their hair and swinging their hips, grabbing at their poles and lifting themselves before they’re kicking their legs out and swinging around. Glen can’t look away, mouth falling slack as his eyes follow Billie’s every movement, watching her muscles flex as she slowly lowers to her knees. She grins sexily at the camera, sliding her hands teasingly down her near naked body, rolling onto her back and arching away from the floor in the most erotic way. In an instant Glen’s in his own little world, feeling like Billie’s dancing just for him, watching as she rolls and grinds her hips like a wicked vixen and leaving him practically drooling with want. 

All too soon the video is over and Glen has to reach down to readjust himself, subtly shifting on the lounge so that no one notices the suddenly growing erection in his jeans. 

He breathes out heavily, feeling his heart racing in his chest, reaching out and taking a sip of his beer in an attempt to settle his thoughts. All he wants to do is find Billie and take her home, lick every single inch of her perfect curves and fuck her into the sheets until she’s desperately screaming for him. 

He takes another drink and shifts his hips on the seat, fingers suddenly flying across the screen as he types a reply to her video.

Fuckin hell, darlin’ 🔥🔥🔥

I’m gonna get a pole installed at home so you can show me this in person.

He flicks through the rest of her Instagram story - a group shot of them at the class, of her, Sloane and Bec getting ready for their next event, of Billie and who Glen reasons must be Chelsea, the bride to be, grinning at the camera with cocktails in hand. She’d posted the last photo an hour ago - a full length shot of Billie, Sloane and Bec, dressed for a night out and dolled up gorgeously, the three standing with their arms intertwined and grinning happily at one another. 

Glen smiles down at his phone, looking over Billie, desperately wishing he was with her tonight. He already can’t wait to see her again, to see her smile, to hear her laugh, to kiss her perfect lips. There are so many things that he adores about her, things that make him smile stupidly whenever he thinks about them, things that make him wish she was with him whenever she wasn’t. 

He knows it’s more than just the sex too - and while that part is just as indulgently incredible as he could have wanted, he knows there’s more to the way he thinks and feels about Billie, something deeper, something building. He also knows that he probably shouldn’t be feeling these things about a girl so soon, that voicing any of this a week after seeing someone is a sure fire way to make it all come crashing down. But still, for a thousand reasons that he can't even list, he just can’t seem to get enough of her.

Glen puts down his phone and takes another drink, finishing his beer and turning to listen to his friends chatting beside him - one of them telling the group about her newest role on an upcoming netflix mini series. 

“Another round?”

Glen looks over to see his friend Jay gesturing to the bar across the way, nodding at him in question. Glen tips his head in silent agreement, asking the group for their orders before they both stand and make their way over to the bar. Standing in line, Glen and Jay are in deep conversation about the upcoming football season when Glen feels a tap on his shoulder, turning to find two attractive women standing behind him and smiling up at him flirtatiously.

“Hi, Glen?” the first girl says, her long blonde hair pulled back in a slick ponytail that that cascades down one shoulder and makes her look like Barbie, “I’m Tiffany, and this is Pia” she says gesturing to her equally pretty friend beside her, the other girl tipping her head when Glen smiles at her.

“Hi” Glen replies, nodding politely and looking at each of them in turn, “Nice to meet you both”.

“We were just wondering if we could get a photo?” Tiffany asks, gesturing to her phone and flashing Glen a dazzling smile. 

“Yeah, yeah, sure. Of course”

Tiffany hands the phone to Jay and Glen steps back beside the girls, the two posing on each side of him and leaning in close. He can smell their spicy perfume, the scent tickling his nose as he keeps his touch high on their backs, smiling at Jay when he holds the camera up and snaps a photo of the three of them. 

“Thank you” Tiffany says, taking her phone from Jay and turning back to Glen with another charming grin and looking around, “Are you here with anyone?”

Glen nods, “Yeah. I’m here with some friends for a birthday” he answers, as always wanting to give as little information as possible.

“Oh yeah? Where are you sitting?”

Glen offers a polite tight lipped smile, gesturing in a vague direction to the other side of the rooftop, “Oh, just over there. There’s a big group of us”.

Glen breathes out through his nose silently, searching his brain for something he can say to wind up the conversation. He’s been in this situation several hundred times, and on any other occasion he probably would have been flattered and engaged both of them further. Still, as attractive as they both are, the thought of talking with another woman that isn’t Billie makes Glen’s stomach flip in the worst way.

Obviously noting his nonchalance, Tiffany flashes another smile and leans in close to him, her hand finding his arm and squeezing gently.

“Well, we’re sitting just over there” she presses in a sultry voice, pointing to a booth to the side where two glammed-up girls are currently sitting and talking, “So if you get lonely and want some company, you know where to find us”

Glen nods, offering another small, polite smile when she pulls away and winks at him, Pia offering her own dazzling smile as they both step away.

Glen exhales heavily and turns back to Jay, opening his mouth to comment on his encounter only to find Jay deep in conversation with a girl beside him. He chuckles at his friend, taking advantage of the quick moment of peace and pulling his phone from his pocket. To his surprise and delight, there’s a message from Billie, responding to his previous reply to her video.

Just so you know, there's typically a charge for private dances 😉

Glen grins down at the screen, typing a quick comeback to her witty words.

I wouldn't expect it to be free. I’m sure we could work out some sort of trade.

He steps forward as the bar line moves, glancing down at his phone as her next message pops up.

A trade sounds interesting… what did you have in mind?

Glen’s grin grows wider and he clicks his tongue, all manner of ideas instantly flying through his mind. He loves their teasing, flirty banter - just another one of the things he adores about Billie. 

well, my face between your thighs for an extended period of time would be my first offer…

He imagines her face right now - the way she’d be smiling stupidly at her phone, her cheeks flushing ever so slightly in that way he loves, his own lips stretching wider as her answer pops up on the screen.

hmm, that IS awfully tempting. But what would the second offer be?

Glen chuckles, biting his lip as he types again, sweetening the deal.

My face between your thighs for an extended period of time AND breakfast in bed?

Oh you drive a hard bargain, Mr Powell.

He runs his tongue along his teeth, typing again. 

So it’s a deal then?

Her response is immediate and he can't help the laugh that escapes him when he reads her reply.

🤝😍

He laughs and shakes his head, typing another message as he steps forward in the bar queue.

How’s your night going otherwise darlin?

Really good actually! The girls and I are all holding strong, the younger girls not so much haha. We just got to the club so I’m very ready for a dance! 😍

A photo comes through after her message, Glen clicking on it so that it takes up his whole screen. It’s a selfie of Billie, her teeth flashing in a sultry, gorgeous smile, her hazel eyes lined with a dark shimmery charcoal and looking even brighter than usual. Her skin looks smooth and flawless, glowing from makeup tricks that he’s consistently perplexed about even despite regularly having it applied to his own face. He can’t quite see her outfit but he can see the enticing tease of cleavage beneath pink straps, deciding from his own up close experience with her breasts that she can’t be wearing a bra underneath her dress.

He can’t help the expletive that falls from his mouth then , feeling his still semi-hard arousal twitch in his pants.

You’re fuckin stunning, peach

Thanks handsome 😘

Glen exhales and puts his phone away, not wanting to bother her anymore on her night out. She looks utterly stunning, and he knows that if she were here right now he’d be all over her in a heartbeat. 

He looks up when Jay turns back to him, the girl he was talking to having since left, but not before sharing her number with him. Jay wiggles his eyebrows when he shows Glen the newly added contact named ‘Tara’ on his phone, Glen laughing as they both finally reach the bar and order their next round of drinks.

“Oh wow. Here comes the parties”

Glen frowns at his friend before following Jay’s eyeline over his shoulder, turning to see a small sea of girls dressed in varying shades of pink filtering through the entrance. One girl among the masses is dressed in white sequined mini dress, a short veil perched on her long honey coloured curls and quickly identifying her as a bride to be.

“They must know someone at the club” Glen reasons out loud, knowing that the exclusive nature of the lounge meant that parties were very rarely allowed entry.

He looks over the new group of patrons, noting with a smirk that he’s not the only one who’s noticed them - several groups of guys around the club are now looking over the bachelorette party with eager interest like hungry lions to a group of grazing antelope. He chuckles and shakes his head, turning back to the bartender and nodding his thanks when she serves up half a dozen beers, telling them that she’ll bring the rest of the cocktails over to them.

They make their way back to the booth with drinks in hand, Glen passing them around before sitting down next to Chord and tapping his glass with his. He glances over at the now surging dancefloor - made busier by the club’s newest guests and the change in music to pop classics of the late 90’s, admiring the masses of swinging hips, exposed skin and cocktail-fueled, shouted singing before turning back to his group and laughing along with their conversation.

---

Glen steps out of the bathroom, the door clicking shut behind him, rounding the corner and offering a polite smile to an oncoming woman as they side step one another in the corridor.

“Glen?”

He does a double take before he stops in his tracks, frowning as he looks down at the woman and searches his brain to place her. If she was a fan she’d have said his whole name, but saying only his first name told him that she somehow knew him personally.

Her face softens into a smile as she looks at his confusion, and in an instant the familiarity of her expression sinks in like a piece in a puzzle.

“Bec?” he says, immediately recognising Billie's friend and shaking his head incredulously, “What are you doing here?”

Her smile stretches into a grin when he says her name, a soft laugh leaving her lips. 

“We’re here for my sister’s bachelorette” she explains, pointing to the white glittery sash slung over her shoulder that says Maid of Honour and making Glen want to kick himself for not realising the very obvious answer.

“This was the last stop of the night, drinks and dancing” she adds with a laugh, gesturing towards the main area before looking back at Glen curiously, “What about you, what are you doing here?”

As the sheer coincidence of it all settles in his thoughts, a realisation dawns and immediately takes over his brain. 

“I’m here for my friend's birthday” Glen replies quickly, aware that his heart has suddenly begun racing in chest, his insides squirming in anticipation.

He’s asking the question before he can really think about it, the words blurting out of his mouth before he can even stop himself.

“Is Billie here?”

Bec’s face somehow splits into an even bigger grin at the mention of her friend, her silky, pale brown hair swishing as she nods. 

“She’s on the dancefloor with Sloane”

Glen manages to suppress the grin that threatens to take over his entire face then. “Do you think she’ll mind if I come and say hello?”

Bec laughs, looking up at Glen with amused eyes. “I think she’ll mind if you don’t”

They both laugh, smiling back at one another for a moment before Bec is pointing over her shoulder at the women's toilet door.

“Give me a second to use the bathroom and I’ll take you over to them?”.

Glen nods and steps back to let her pass, suddenly feeling giddy with excitement.

Billie.

He can’t believe she’s here - that out of all the places in LA, she’d by some miracle managed to end up at the same club he was at. What were the chances of that?

Glen inhales deeply, letting the air expand his lungs before he’s breathing out again, leaning his head back against the corridor wall and closing his eyes to savour the moment.

“So it seems you were lonely after all”

His eyes flash open to find Tiffany, the girl from earlier, standing in front of him and leaning against the wall suggestively, her lashes fluttering as she looks up at him. He does his best to control his disappointed expression, offering a half-hearted ‘hey’ as she steps closer to him and once again puts her hand on his arm.

“C’mon, my friend is just at that table over there” she presses again, long ponytail flicking as she points over to a booth just outside the corridor and squeezes his forearm, “Let us buy you a drink”.

He clears his throat, trying to decide on how to decline in the gentlest possible way, opening his mouth to say as much when he’s beaten by the sound of the bathroom door shutting behind him.

“Alright I’m back” Bec’s voice says suddenly, interrupting the interaction as she appears beside Glen, “You ready?”

Glen watches Bec take in the scene in front of her, her eyes landing on Tiffany’s hand and travelling along her arm until she’s looking at the blonde’s face. They stare at each other for a moment, silent and assessing - Glen's years of growing up with two sisters instantly alerting him to the unspoken communication between the two women. All of a sudden he feels like he's walked into a lion's den, exhaling silently as he looks between both of them. He watches Bec's lips suddenly stretch into an all too sweet smile at Tiffany - a smile that he’s immediately certain is anything but sweet underneath, Tiffany’s hand quickly slipping from his arm as her expression morphs into a scowl that makes him think of angry Barbie.

Glen clears his throat, the sound cutting through the invisible tension like a knife, reaching up to run his fingers through his hair as he looks down at Bec.

“Ready when you are Bec”

She's still looking across at Tiffany - her smile somehow even wider than before, eventually breaking her gaze and turning to Glen, gesturing for him to come with her.

He offers Tiffany a polite, almost apologetic smile, nodding before he moves and follows Bec out of the bathroom corridor. He exhales loudly when they step out into the main area and back into the pulsing bass of the DJ, rubbing the back of his neck as he looks down at Bec beside him.

“So that must get annoying sometimes” Bec comments without looking at him, pausing for a moment to scan the dancefloor, “You know, when you just want to be out and minding your own business?”

Glen shrugs, acutely aware of the protective, older sister tone that's suddenly taken over her voice.

“It does get old sometimes. But unfortunately, it’s part of the territory”

She turns to him but doesn’t say anything, and for a split second Glen swears he sees her eyes narrow slightly - all of a sudden unable to ignore the uncomfortable feeling of being silently measured up. 

He watches as she smooths down her baby pink dress and turns back to the dancefloor, scanning the crowd once again before gesturing for Glen to follow her. He smiles when her walking immediately transforms into dancing, her hips swishing to the beat of the Britney Spears song that's playing as they step onto the floor and move through the sea of people. Glen scans the crowd around them, searching for Billie ahead of them, his stomach a pit of nervous excitement and simmering anticipation knowing he’s only seconds away from finding her.

It’s then that he spots them - two girls just up ahead, swinging their hips and throwing their arms up, dancing just separate to the rest of the pink-clad group beside them. His eyes fall to the taller of the two with her back to him, a short slip dress made of glittery, rose pink mesh-like material draped over her luscious curves like a silky waterfall. The dress is completely backless save for two thin straps that criss-cross over her lower back, a slit on one side of her leg that nearly shows her hip bone whenever she moves a certain way. He can see a tattoo in the centre of her upper back, the finely drawn, intricately detailed inked flowers that he’s slowly becoming more than familiar with suddenly coming into view as he steps closer.

Billie.

The second he realises it's her, the more the familiarity of the rest of her settles into his brain. The enticing slope of her waist into her ass, her long, toned legs, her buttery smooth, tanned skin. He exhales as he looks over her, feeling his pants tighten almost reflexively at the sight.

She looks fucking incredible.

He sees Sloane dancing beside Billie, the smile on her face growing when she spots Bec returning to them on the dancefloor. Glen can’t help his laugh when Bec enthusiastically points at him beside her as if to say ‘look who I found’, Sloane’s eyes lighting up when she looks across and recognises Glen.

He grins at her, nodding his hello, watching as she immediately starts to dance into an oblivious Billie and forcing her backwards into him. He chuckles when Sloane winks mischievously, and he makes a mental note to thank both Bec and Sloane for once again for being the ultimate wing women.

He smells Billie’s coconut scented shampoo the second she invades his space, unable to stop the grin that’s taken over his entire face when she backs up into him. He watches as she whips around, her hands held up in gestured apology, her gorgeous, hazel eyes widening when she realises exactly who it is that she’s just bumped into. 

The way her eyes light up, the way her lips stretch into the most breathtaking smile, the way her whole face transforms into a picture of utter happiness. In one quick moment, every single thought in Glen’s mind is blank save for thoughts of Billie and there’s nowhere else he’d rather be than right here with her. 

“Hey darlin’”

“Glen!” Billie beams, blinking up at him incredulously and immediately reaching for his arms, “What are you doing here?”.

“I’m here with my friends. Coincidentally, this is where Chord’s birthday is” Glen explains, bending down to speak in her ear and unable to stop himself from pressing a fleeting kiss to her jaw just below her ear. 

He watches as Billie shakes her head in almost disbelief, her expression a mix of shock, confusion and absolute delight. Glen reaches for her hand and twirls her around, his eyes taking in the rest of her now that he can actually see all of her.

The front of her is just as sexy as the back, the dress’ loose cowl neckline allowing him a perfect view straight down her chest and confirming his earlier thoughts that she's wearing nothing beneath the glittery material. Her outfit leaves little to the imagination and for a moment all he can think about is undoing the tiny straps and watching the dress slip from her skin and pool at her feet. 

“You look fuckin’ gorgeous, Billie”

Billie practically beams at him, moving her hands to his chest, Glen pulling her closer and sliding his hands down to her hips. He swears he feels her shiver then, his fingers teasing the skin just beneath the short hem of her dress, leaning down so that his lips are at her ear again.

“I don't want to take over your night, I just wanted to come over and say hey” he breathes just loud enough for her to hear, loving the way her fingers flex against his chest as if she's just as affected by him as he is by her, “Come find me later?”

She grins and nods, Glen twirling her around again and looking over her once more, fighting the urge to action his explicitly sinful thoughts and instead flashing her a wolfish smile that he knows she can see right through.

She returns his smile and he immediately thinks all kinds of things that he definitely shouldn’t be thinking in the middle of a crowded club, shooting her a final wink before turning and making his way off the dance floor. He walks across the venue and back towards his friends, instantly wondering how he’s possibly going to be able to concentrate on anything else but her for the rest of the night. 

“Where have you been?” Chord asks when he sits down in the booth, holding up a fresh beer that Glen takes with a grateful nod.

“I found a friend on the dancefloor”

Chord raises one suggestive eyebrow, looking at Glen with amused suspicion, “A friend?”

Glen laughs. “A girl” he says, pausing to take a sip of his beer, “A girl I’ve just started seeing”.

Chord grins teasingly, pressing for more information.

“I met her last week at Rufus” Glen says, nearly shouting over the heavy bass of the new song that’s just come on, reaching up to run his fingers through his hair.

“What's her name?”

“Billie”

Chord takes a drink of his whiskey, tilting his head as he looks at Glen. “Do I know of her?”

Glen shakes his head no, and Chord flashes him a knowing look that only friends can communicate through.

Glen clears his throat, unable to help himself from sharing more.

“She's incredible man. It's been a week and I'm already mad for her”

Chord chuckles. “Wow, the sex that good is it?”

Glen laughs, shaking his head, a grin taking over his entire face. “You have no fucking idea”

They both laugh and Chord holds up his glass, Glen clinking his beer against his before they both drink to their cheers.

Glen lets out a breath and relaxes back into the lounge, tapping his fingers against his beer bottle and glancing over his shoulder at the dancefloor across the way.

---

Several rounds of drinks later, Glen is feeling a little drunk. 

A little drunk is perhaps an understatement. Moderately drunk. Sort of intoxicated.

Numerous beers and several shots have left his inhibitions lowered and his thoughts fuzzy - fuzzy, but filled with thoughts of one thing and one thing only.

Billie.

His group has gotten progressively more lively too - also emboldened by several rounds of birthday shots and cocktails, so when the music suddenly turns into a slow r&b song and they’re dragging him onto the dancefloor, he barely fights the grip on his arm and lets them lead him towards the heavy, sensual bass. 

The instant he steps onto the dancefloor he’s scanning the pulsing crowd for Billie, suddenly unable to think of anything he wants more than to feel her body pressed up against his. He finds her a few seconds later, dancing near the centre of the crowd with Bec and Sloane, her hips grinding to the beat as she tosses her head in time with the music. She looks carefree and sexy and everything his alcohol tinged brain wants right now, and before he can even think about it he’s dancing through the masses towards her.

He sees her turn and swing her hips, tossing her long chocolate curls and smiling over her shoulder, her face suddenly lighting up when she spots him walking towards her. Glen’s acutely aware of two guys dancing just behind Billie and Sloane - their intentions definitely mirroring his own, Glen shooting a charged look of unspoken warning at the one closest to Billie as he closes the distance to her and reaches for her hand. 

In one quick moment, all he can think about is tanned, glowy skin and perfect, luscious curves.

“Hey you” Billie greets when Glen pulls her in close to him, leaning in and bringing her lips to his ear, “Come to dance with me have you?”

Glen grins, his hands reflexively moving to the thickest part of her hips, the tips of his fingers brushing the skin just below the hem of her short dress. 

“Just couldn’t stop thinking about you darlin’”

Billie grins, her lips parting gorgeously and her hazel eyes bright as she looks up at him. “Well that makes two of us”

The song changes to something slower, darker, dirtier, and Billie doesn’t miss a beat - turning in Glen's arms so that her back is pressed against his chest and her ass is flush against him. In one quick moment all the blood in his body rushes straight to his cock and for the second time tonight he’s fighting his growing arousal in the middle of a crowded club.

She’s rocking side to side in time with the heavy music, her ass rolling and grinding and making Glen so painfully hard that he’s certain there’s no way she can’t feel him behind her. Billie’s head falls back against his shoulder and she reaches up to link her hands behind his head, Glen’s hands slipping lower until his fingers are nearly teasing the slit on the hip of her dress. Glen dips his face to her shoulder, inhaling her sweet scent and pressing a lingering kiss to her collarbone, looking down her body and groaning at the view of her tits under the shimmery pink fabric. All of a sudden he wishes he was anywhere but here - somewhere alone with Billie so that he could have his mouth on her nipples and his hands all over her naked skin.

Glen is practically panting, his heart hammering in his chest, his entire body on fire. He knows Billie feels the same as he teases his fingers along her thighs, each one of her satisfied sighs only stirring him on more as he whispers in her ear how fucking good she feels and how damn sexy she is. Glen feels like they’re in their own little world despite them being in the middle of a crowded dance floor, Billie’s body pressed against his so tight there isn’t an inch of space between them.

Fuck.

Eventually the song ends and Billie unwraps herself from Glen, Glen taking advantage of the opportunity and leading her off the dancefloor. He’s desperate to kiss her, to taste her, to have her lips pressed against his own, desperate to have her all to himself so he can show her just how badly he wants her. He spots an empty lounge in the back corner away from the busiest part of the club, feeling Billie’s grip tighten around his hand as she lets him guide her towards it.

His mouth is on hers before either of them can even sit, Glen licking into her mouth as she kisses him back eagerly. He lifts her legs across his lap and cups the side of her throat with his hand, Billie all but whimpering into his mouth when his free hand grips roughly at her naked thigh. There’s a fire behind his ribs - suddenly raging in his insides, every single fibre in his body burning with a decadent desire to consume every single part of Billie.

At some point they pull apart - and Glen’s intoxicated mind can’t even tell how long they’ve been kissing, his lungs burning as he looks back at Billie’s dark, hooded eyes. He’s warm, too warm, his tongue thick and heavy in his mouth, his mind foggy from a mixture of too many beers and his absolute craving for Billie. His cock is straining against his jeans and pressed against her thigh, every small shift of her on top of him sending his body further into overdrive.

“I’m so fucking hard for you, peach” Glen breathes, loving the responsive little moan she lets out at the sound of his words in his ear, “Please let me take you home, Billie. I need to take you home”

He bends and kisses her neck while he waits for her reply - her skin sweet, intoxicating and deliciously addictive, Billie’s hands gripping his biceps in a way that he knows is an answer without words. His eyes lift to meet hers - hers, gorgeous and glossy with want, and he can’t help the way every single one of his deep muscles squeezes when she nods her head yes.

“Just let me tell the girls I’m leaving” Billie sighs, nearly panting as she fumbles for her bag and phone on the plush material beneath them.

Glen busies himself with pressing kisses along her jaw and down her throat, his fingers gripping the fat of her thigh as Billie types on her phone. A small moan escapes her throat when he reaches the space just beneath her right ear, and he somehow makes a mental note in his inebriated brain to remember that for later on. 

He loves that she’s just as affected by him as he is by her - the decadent desire to have her all over him and everywhere, to be buried inside her, thick, deep and heavy, over and over, and over again. 

He smiles against her skin when he hears her curse his name out loud, her voice soft and breathy in that way that he finds so desperately irresistible. It all but ruins him, and it takes everything he has to remember that they’re in the middle of a crowded LA club and not at home alone in his bedroom.

The sound of a giggle rumbles in her throat and he forces himself away from her skin for just a moment, following her eyeline to her screen and squinting to focus on the words on her phone.

Bec: Get it girl! Be safe 🩷

Sloane: You better ride him good B! 😉🍆

Glen chuckles before he bends to kiss her again - needing to have his mouth on some part of her, holding the back of her head still as he captures her mouth in a hungry, near bruising kiss. It makes him dizzy - the indulgent feeling wrapping around his spine and making his skin prickle in the best way.

He feels Billie’s hands on his face and before long she’s pulling away from him, her lips red and kiss-swollen and so sexy it makes him want to groan. He loves that she’s practically panting - that both of their chests are heaving in their joined embrace, her usually bright hazel eyes now dark and lust blown in a way that he’s certain mirrors his own.

She smiles as she looks at him - soft and sensual and making everything inside him burn hotter, her eyes flickering from his eyes to his lips and back again. 

“Take me home, handsome”

----

Glen has no idea how he and Billie didn't just fuck in the Uber back to his house.

It was all lips and tongues, wandering hands and near silent moans, Glen's fingers teasing beneath Billie's sinfully short dress at some point to find her thighs already hot, wet and deliciously wanting.

And fuck if that hadn't taken every ounce of self control he had not to bend down and bury his head between her legs - Uber driver be damned.

Glen’s raging hard, so hard it almost hurts, that when they finally arrive at his address he's practically bursting out of the car and sucking in lungfuls of the cool night air like a panting dog after a run. 

His mouth is on Billie the moment they’re through his front door - Glen pressing her up against the nearest wall and devouring her throat with his lips, his arousal forced up against her pelvis in an attempt to feel some kind of relieving friction.

In an instant Brisket and Nugget are bouncing happily at their feet at the return of their owners, Glen and Billie somehow mustering enough restraint to break apart for just a moment to greet their excited animals. They manage to settle the boys in lightning speed, Glen immediately wrapping Billie in his arms and latching his mouth back to hers in a heated, feverish kiss.

He slides his hands down underneath her dress and grips the ample, peachy flesh of her ass, lifting her into his embrace and nearly growling when she wraps her legs around his waist and presses flush against his raging arousal.

He’s delirious - drunk off alcohol and the addictive smell, taste and feel of Billie, wanting, no, needing to have more of her as he kicks off his shoes and navigates blindly through his house. She’s already working the buttons on his shirt, having undone all of them by the time he sets her down on her feet in his bedroom, Billie pushing his shirt off his shoulders and grabbing at his newly naked chest

Glen slides his hands to her neck and down to her shoulders taking the shoelace thin straps of her dress with him - pulling away from her swollen lips in time to see the glittery pink material slip down her skin like a shimmering waterfall and pooling at her feet. 

It’s then that Glen actually takes a step back to admire the stunning woman in front of him - letting out a heavy, shaking breath and biting down on his fist as his eyes rake over her perfect form before him. Standing there in nothing but a pair of string-thin purple panties with her skin flushed and glowing, her tits soft and perky and her hair long and tumbling down her shoulders, she looks nothing short of a goddess and Glen feels like he’s going to spontaneously combust. 

“Fuuuuck Billie. You’re gorgeous”

She smiles at him - soft and kitten-like, sensual and devious, and it’s all it takes to have Glen kicking off his shoes and undoing his belt, his eyes never leaving hers as he takes her hand and pulls her towards him.

He kisses her then, hard, fast and hungry, his free hand roaming her naked flesh as her sweet scent takes over his senses and sparking something primal deep inside his core. He lays back on the bed and pulls Billie down with him, her legs falling to the sides so that she’s sitting over his torso and looking down at him with dark, glossy eyes.

He’s so fucking turned on, every single part of him hot and throbbing with addictive desire, to have her, to take her, to feel her until she’s begging him to stop.

“Sit on my face peach, I wanna taste you so bad”

Billie lets out a sound that he can only describe as a whimper mixed with a moan - like she’s going to fall apart from just his words, Glen’s grip on her luscious hips firm as he guides her up his body until her legs are on either side of his face.

He smells her arousal instantly, and he doesn’t miss the darker patch of purple on her thong, his tongue reflexively wetting his lips as he looks at her covered sex. He swears he’s never been more turned on than he is at this very moment, his whole body practically vibrating as Billie straddles his face.

He reaches up and gingerly pulls the silky material aside - unable to stop the growl of wanton approval that instinctively rumbles in his chest at what he finds. 

She’s fucking glistening, sopping wet and waiting for him, the sight of her perfect pink folds making him involuntarily buck his hips into the air, his grip on her hips digging so tight he’s sure he’s hurting her.

Fuck.

“Are you sure?” Billie asks, a hint of hesitation colouring her breathy voice - Glen not missing the way her hips are already subtly grinding as she hovers just above him.

Glen swallows thickly. 

He’s never been more sure of anything in his fucking life.

He doesn’t answer - too far gone in his thoughts about what he’s about to do to Billie, instead gripping at her buttery skin and pulling her down onto his waiting tongue. 

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Hey There Darlin' - Chapter 10

A Glen Powell RPF Series

Warning: Smutttt, cursing

AN: Sorry it's been a while guys, I appreciate you all following along! I've just had some big work changes happen lately and they've taken all my energy and time. I'm hopeful to be back to regular posting soon! xx

Billie

“Thank you” Billie says to the server, taking the mimosa from her gratefully and gripping the glass in an effort to distract herself from the ticklish sensation of her pedicure.

She flashes an apologetic look to the spa therapist holding her foot when she still reflexively jumps a moment later, the woman looking up at her with an amused smile.

“This is literally the most fancy place I’ve ever been to” Billie says, taking a sip of her mimosa and turning to Sloane in the cushioned chair beside her.

“I know. It’s crazy isn’t it? I didn’t even know this place existed” Sloane remarks, sipping her own drink and relaxing back into the pillows.

Billie looks around the very exclusive spa, luxury and opulence dripping from every corner. It’s all polished stone and scandi-style wood, giant windows lining the walls that look out onto perfectly manicured, palm tree-lined gardens. Chelsea had invited twenty or so of her closest girlfriends, and of course had booked out the entire luxury space for a morning of indulgent pampering. The spa session was to include manicures and pedicures, scalp rubs and hydrating facials, finishing with an hour long, full body massage. 

From there, they were all headed to Beverly Hills where they’d participate in a pole dancing class, before getting their hair and makeup done and moving onto cocktails and dinner at an exclusive rooftop bar. Following that, the night was to finish off with more drinks and dancing at some exclusive LA club that Patrick apparently had connections to. It was like a bachelorette party straight out of a movie. 

Billie looks around the room again and watches some of the younger girls reaching for their next round of mimosas, two girls - who she thinks are Ellie and Isabelle, the best friends of Chelsea, each shooting a shot of tequila.

Billie can’t help the way she grimaces then, unable to think of anything worse than tequila shots, let alone tequila shots at twelve-thirty in the afternoon. With the day of events they had ahead of them, she was already betting that they wouldn’t be making it to dinner. 

“Hey girl” Sloane says, Billie turning back to find Bec walking over and sitting in the empty chair next to them. 

She’d been talking to Terri - her and Chelsea’s mother, and the rest of the ‘adults’ that had been invited along.

“You ok?” Billie asks, noting the tinge of concern colouring her best friend’s face.

Bec nods. “Yeah I’m fine. I just can't believe the level of extra Chels has gone to” she explains, gesturing with her hands to their surroundings, “I mean my bachelorette was fancy but this is just next level”.

Sloane laughs, leaning over in her chair as she sips her mimosa. “What did you do for yours?”

“We did a winery tour and stayed in a beachfront house down in Malibu” Bec explains, nodding her thanks to the server when a mimosa is suddenly brought over, “It was amazing. But nothing like this”.

All three of them turn when a cheer is heard across the room, looking over to find another round of tequila shots being downed.

“Did you have girls doing shots in the middle of the afternoon at yours?” Billie asks with a giggle, feeling her thirty-year old inner self shiver in disdain, “There’s no way those girls are making it to the club if they keep going like that”.

Bec laughs, shaking her head no, the three of them grinning at one another and apparently choosing to ignore the memories of their own antics when they were twenty-four.

Billie’s phone dings and she reaches to pick it up, smiling down at the screen when she sees it’s a text message from Glen. She taps at her phone, opening the message, a picture of Nugget and Brisket relaxing in his backyard filling the screen.

“Glen?”

Billie looks up and only smiles, answering Sloane’s question without words. She turns her phone around to show the girls, explaining that Glen was looking after Nugget today.

After a somewhat lazy morning, Billie had convinced Glen to go on a run with her - an easy two and a half mile around her neighbourhood. There’d been healthy competition between them, each teasing and pushing one another to go faster, eventually making it back home sweaty and laughing.

Cooling down with a post-run water in the kitchen, Billie had mentioned that she was worried about leaving Nugget all day, given Ryan and Lachlan - who would normally look after him, were away for the weekend celebrating their new found engagement. 

That had led to Glen suggesting that he take Nugget himself, offering to take him to his place for the day where Nugget and Brisket would undoubtedly tire each other out. Billie had immediately declined the offer, telling Glen that her eight-five pound golden canine was significantly more work than little Brisket, but Glen had insisted everything would be fine.

She’d eventually warmed to the idea after Glen had eased all of her potential concerns, finally accepting his offer.

“Wow he's already dog sitting after a week? I'm impressed Bil”

Billie laughs and rolls her eyes. “Shut up Sloane”

Sloane grins, teasing her. “What's he doing tonight?”

“Going out for a friend's birthday” Billie shares, looking at the two girls, “Actually, that friend is Chord Overstreet”

Bec raises her eyebrows in surprise. “Do you know where he's going?”

Billie shakes her head. “No, I didn't ask”.

“Why not?” Bec asks.

“You should meet him out somewhere” Sloane suggests at the same time, Bec immediately nodding in agreement.

“Nah, I don't want to be too clingy. I already spent last night with him” Billie says, taking another sip of her mimosa,  “And this morning” she adds after a moment, a sly grin pulling at her lips as she winks at her two friends.

Sloane wiggles her eyebrows suggestively.

“And how was it?”

Billie chuckles.

“Incredible”

“Just incredible?” Sloane presses, clearly wanting all the juicy details and making Billie grin.

“There are no words” she replies, sighing almost dreamily as thoughts of yesterday’s shower suddenly replays in her head, the scene quickly morphing into a replay of their post-run shower from this morning. 

“Girls, the sex is insane” Billie remarks, looking at Bec and Sloane in turn, “He’s just---, I don’t know. I don’t know if it’s because he’s just so fucking gorgeous and I’m just so attracted to him, or if----”

“If he's just that fucking good?” Sloane asks, finishing Billie’s sentence and making both Bec and Billie laugh.

“Yes or that” Billie replies, leaning back in her chair and shaking her head at her friends.

“It’s probably both” Bec exclaims, winking one big blue eye mischievously, “The man definitely knows what he’s doing. He’s Glen Powell for God’s sake” she adds, her voice dropping to a whisper when she says his name and giving a sideways glance at the women working on Billie and Sloane’s feet.

Billie smiles sheepishly, knowing that is absolutely the answer.

She looks back down at her phone, fingers tapping at the screen as she types out a reply.

😍😍

You've tired them out already?

Typing bubbles appear almost immediately and Billie can’t help the way her heart rate picks up instantly.

They did it themselves, they've barely stopped running since they got here

Billie grins, instantly thankful that she’d agreed to take Glen up on his offer.

Thank you again for this Glen, I really appreciate it!

You're most welcome darlin. Hope you're having fun

“Guys, take a photo with me” Billie says, opening her camera and holding it up in front of them.

Sloane and Bec both lean in, mimosas in hand, Billie snapping a quick selfie of the three of them. She looks down at the picture - Bec smiling happily, Sloane pouting sexily and Billie winking as she grins, sending it to Glen with a quick message.

Definitely not as much fun as my shower this morning but I’d say it’s pretty damn close 😉

---

Glen

Glen relaxes back into the lounge, taking a sip of his beer as he looks around the semi-crowded, exclusive rooftop club. It’s a typical Saturday night crowd - a mix of high profile people and social media influencers, several groups milling about the venue. Some are on the dancefloor in the centre of the club, swinging their hips to the heavy beat of the music, others drinking extravagant cocktails, talking and laughing in the many booths dotted around the edge of the rooftop.  

He looks over at his group seated on the u-shaped lounge, nodding at Chord sitting across from him and holding up his beer in silent cheers to his long time friend. He pulls his phone from his pocket and signals to Nick and Priyanka beside him, the rest of the group following suit and looking up at Glen’s phone. He snaps a group selfie - everyone smiling and laughing, looking over the photo before tagging his friends and uploading it to his Instagram.

He does a quick scroll through his notifications - majority of them fans reacting to his earlier posted story of Nugget and Brisket playing, most of them comments from people going wild thinking he’d adopted another dog. He skims over the words from his fans and smiles at their reactions, noting a comment from his sister Lauren laughing at Brisket’s attempts to wrestle with the much larger dog.

He flicks back to his feed screen and notices Billie’s profile bubble showing a new story, clicking on her picture and immediately sucking in his breath when a video starts to play.

It’s a clip of Billie and who he figures is some of the other girls at the bachelorette party, each of them standing next to a pole and wearing heels so high it hurts his feet just to look at them. He realises it’s them at the pole dancing class - some of them bouncing on the spot to the music, some of them grinning and laughing at one another as if they’re waiting to be counted in. Glen’s eyes are glued to Billie near the front of the class, running over her figure dressed only in a crop and tiny pair of shorts that accentuates her already perfectly, peachy ass. He fights the urge to groan out loud, immediately wishing she was here with him, every single muscle in his body suddenly contracting when the girls all start to move.

Fuck.

They move and dance in practised unison, tossing their hair and swinging their hips, grabbing at their poles and lifting themselves before they’re kicking their legs out and swinging around. Glen can’t look away, mouth falling slack as his eyes follow Billie’s every movement, watching her muscles flex as she slowly lowers to her knees. She grins sexily at the camera, sliding her hands teasingly down her near naked body, rolling onto her back and arching away from the floor in the most erotic way. In an instant Glen’s in his own little world, feeling like Billie’s dancing just for him, watching as she rolls and grinds her hips like a wicked vixen and leaving him practically drooling with want. 

All too soon the video is over and Glen has to reach down to readjust himself, subtly shifting on the lounge so that no one notices the suddenly growing erection in his jeans. 

He breathes out heavily, feeling his heart racing in his chest, reaching out and taking a sip of his beer in an attempt to settle his thoughts. All he wants to do is find Billie and take her home, lick every single inch of her perfect curves and fuck her into the sheets until she’s desperately screaming for him. 

He takes another drink and shifts his hips on the seat, fingers suddenly flying across the screen as he types a reply to her video.

Fuckin hell, darlin’ 🔥🔥🔥

I’m gonna get a pole installed at home so you can show me this in person.

He flicks through the rest of her Instagram story - a group shot of them at the class, of her, Sloane and Bec getting ready for their next event, of Billie and who Glen reasons must be Chelsea, the bride to be, grinning at the camera with cocktails in hand. She’d posted the last photo an hour ago - a full length shot of Billie, Sloane and Bec, dressed for a night out and dolled up gorgeously, the three standing with their arms intertwined and grinning happily at one another. 

Glen smiles down at his phone, looking over Billie, desperately wishing he was with her tonight. He already can’t wait to see her again, to see her smile, to hear her laugh, to kiss her perfect lips. There are so many things that he adores about her, things that make him smile stupidly whenever he thinks about them, things that make him wish she was with him whenever she wasn’t. 

He knows it’s more than just the sex too - and while that part is just as indulgently incredible as he could have wanted, he knows there’s more to the way he thinks and feels about Billie, something deeper, something building. He also knows that he probably shouldn’t be feeling these things about a girl so soon, that voicing any of this a week after seeing someone is a sure fire way to make it all come crashing down. But still, for a thousand reasons that he can't even list, he just can’t seem to get enough of her.

Glen puts down his phone and takes another drink, finishing his beer and turning to listen to his friends chatting beside him - one of them telling the group about her newest role on an upcoming netflix mini series. 

“Another round?”

Glen looks over to see his friend Jay gesturing to the bar across the way, nodding at him in question. Glen tips his head in silent agreement, asking the group for their orders before they both stand and make their way over to the bar. Standing in line, Glen and Jay are in deep conversation about the upcoming football season when Glen feels a tap on his shoulder, turning to find two attractive women standing behind him and smiling up at him flirtatiously.

“Hi, Glen?” the first girl says, her long blonde hair pulled back in a slick ponytail that that cascades down one shoulder and makes her look like Barbie, “I’m Tiffany, and this is Pia” she says gesturing to her equally pretty friend beside her, the other girl tipping her head when Glen smiles at her.

“Hi” Glen replies, nodding politely and looking at each of them in turn, “Nice to meet you both”.

“We were just wondering if we could get a photo?” Tiffany asks, gesturing to her phone and flashing Glen a dazzling smile. 

“Yeah, yeah, sure. Of course”

Tiffany hands the phone to Jay and Glen steps back beside the girls, the two posing on each side of him and leaning in close. He can smell their spicy perfume, the scent tickling his nose as he keeps his touch high on their backs, smiling at Jay when he holds the camera up and snaps a photo of the three of them. 

“Thank you” Tiffany says, taking her phone from Jay and turning back to Glen with another charming grin and looking around, “Are you here with anyone?”

Glen nods, “Yeah. I’m here with some friends for a birthday” he answers, as always wanting to give as little information as possible.

“Oh yeah? Where are you sitting?”

Glen offers a polite tight lipped smile, gesturing in a vague direction to the other side of the rooftop, “Oh, just over there. There’s a big group of us”.

Glen breathes out through his nose silently, searching his brain for something he can say to wind up the conversation. He’s been in this situation several hundred times, and on any other occasion he probably would have been flattered and engaged both of them further. Still, as attractive as they both are, the thought of talking with another woman that isn’t Billie makes Glen’s stomach flip in the worst way.

Obviously noting his nonchalance, Tiffany flashes another smile and leans in close to him, her hand finding his arm and squeezing gently.

“Well, we’re sitting just over there” she presses in a sultry voice, pointing to a booth to the side where two glammed-up girls are currently sitting and talking, “So if you get lonely and want some company, you know where to find us”

Glen nods, offering another small, polite smile when she pulls away and winks at him, Pia offering her own dazzling smile as they both step away.

Glen exhales heavily and turns back to Jay, opening his mouth to comment on his encounter only to find Jay deep in conversation with a girl beside him. He chuckles at his friend, taking advantage of the quick moment of peace and pulling his phone from his pocket. To his surprise and delight, there’s a message from Billie, responding to his previous reply to her video.

Just so you know, there's typically a charge for private dances 😉

Glen grins down at the screen, typing a quick comeback to her witty words.

I wouldn't expect it to be free. I’m sure we could work out some sort of trade.

He steps forward as the bar line moves, glancing down at his phone as her next message pops up.

A trade sounds interesting… what did you have in mind?

Glen’s grin grows wider and he clicks his tongue, all manner of ideas instantly flying through his mind. He loves their teasing, flirty banter - just another one of the things he adores about Billie. 

well, my face between your thighs for an extended period of time would be my first offer…

He imagines her face right now - the way she’d be smiling stupidly at her phone, her cheeks flushing ever so slightly in that way he loves, his own lips stretching wider as her answer pops up on the screen.

hmm, that IS awfully tempting. But what would the second offer be?

Glen chuckles, biting his lip as he types again, sweetening the deal.

My face between your thighs for an extended period of time AND breakfast in bed?

Oh you drive a hard bargain, Mr Powell.

He runs his tongue along his teeth, typing again. 

So it’s a deal then?

Her response is immediate and he can't help the laugh that escapes him when he reads her reply.

🤝😍

He laughs and shakes his head, typing another message as he steps forward in the bar queue.

How’s your night going otherwise darlin?

Really good actually! The girls and I are all holding strong, the younger girls not so much haha. We just got to the club so I’m very ready for a dance! 😍

A photo comes through after her message, Glen clicking on it so that it takes up his whole screen. It’s a selfie of Billie, her teeth flashing in a sultry, gorgeous smile, her hazel eyes lined with a dark shimmery charcoal and looking even brighter than usual. Her skin looks smooth and flawless, glowing from makeup tricks that he’s consistently perplexed about even despite regularly having it applied to his own face. He can’t quite see her outfit but he can see the enticing tease of cleavage beneath pink straps, deciding from his own up close experience with her breasts that she can’t be wearing a bra underneath her dress.

He can’t help the expletive that falls from his mouth then , feeling his still semi-hard arousal twitch in his pants.

You’re fuckin stunning, peach

Thanks handsome 😘

Glen exhales and puts his phone away, not wanting to bother her anymore on her night out. She looks utterly stunning, and he knows that if she were here right now he’d be all over her in a heartbeat. 

He looks up when Jay turns back to him, the girl he was talking to having since left, but not before sharing her number with him. Jay wiggles his eyebrows when he shows Glen the newly added contact named ‘Tara’ on his phone, Glen laughing as they both finally reach the bar and order their next round of drinks.

“Oh wow. Here comes the parties”

Glen frowns at his friend before following Jay’s eyeline over his shoulder, turning to see a small sea of girls dressed in varying shades of pink filtering through the entrance. One girl among the masses is dressed in white sequined mini dress, a short veil perched on her long honey coloured curls and quickly identifying her as a bride to be.

“They must know someone at the club” Glen reasons out loud, knowing that the exclusive nature of the lounge meant that parties were very rarely allowed entry.

He looks over the new group of patrons, noting with a smirk that he’s not the only one who’s noticed them - several groups of guys around the club are now looking over the bachelorette party with eager interest like hungry lions to a group of grazing antelope. He chuckles and shakes his head, turning back to the bartender and nodding his thanks when she serves up half a dozen beers, telling them that she’ll bring the rest of the cocktails over to them.

They make their way back to the booth with drinks in hand, Glen passing them around before sitting down next to Chord and tapping his glass with his. He glances over at the now surging dancefloor - made busier by the club’s newest guests and the change in music to pop classics of the late 90’s, admiring the masses of swinging hips, exposed skin and cocktail-fueled, shouted singing before turning back to his group and laughing along with their conversation.

---

Glen steps out of the bathroom, the door clicking shut behind him, rounding the corner and offering a polite smile to an oncoming woman as they side step one another in the corridor.

“Glen?”

He does a double take before he stops in his tracks, frowning as he looks down at the woman and searches his brain to place her. If she was a fan she’d have said his whole name, but saying only his first name told him that she somehow knew him personally.

Her face softens into a smile as she looks at his confusion, and in an instant the familiarity of her expression sinks in like a piece in a puzzle.

“Bec?” he says, immediately recognising Billie's friend and shaking his head incredulously, “What are you doing here?”

Her smile stretches into a grin when he says her name, a soft laugh leaving her lips. 

“We’re here for my sister’s bachelorette” she explains, pointing to the white glittery sash slung over her shoulder that says Maid of Honour and making Glen want to kick himself for not realising the very obvious answer.

“This was the last stop of the night, drinks and dancing” she adds with a laugh, gesturing towards the main area before looking back at Glen curiously, “What about you, what are you doing here?”

As the sheer coincidence of it all settles in his thoughts, a realisation dawns and immediately takes over his brain. 

“I’m here for my friend's birthday” Glen replies quickly, aware that his heart has suddenly begun racing in chest, his insides squirming in anticipation.

He’s asking the question before he can really think about it, the words blurting out of his mouth before he can even stop himself.

“Is Billie here?”

Bec’s face somehow splits into an even bigger grin at the mention of her friend, her silky, pale brown hair swishing as she nods. 

“She’s on the dancefloor with Sloane”

Glen manages to suppress the grin that threatens to take over his entire face then. “Do you think she’ll mind if I come and say hello?”

Bec laughs, looking up at Glen with amused eyes. “I think she’ll mind if you don’t”

They both laugh, smiling back at one another for a moment before Bec is pointing over her shoulder at the women's toilet door.

“Give me a second to use the bathroom and I’ll take you over to them?”.

Glen nods and steps back to let her pass, suddenly feeling giddy with excitement.

Billie.

He can’t believe she’s here - that out of all the places in LA, she’d by some miracle managed to end up at the same club he was at. What were the chances of that?

Glen inhales deeply, letting the air expand his lungs before he’s breathing out again, leaning his head back against the corridor wall and closing his eyes to savour the moment.

“So it seems you were lonely after all”

His eyes flash open to find Tiffany, the girl from earlier, standing in front of him and leaning against the wall suggestively, her lashes fluttering as she looks up at him. He does his best to control his disappointed expression, offering a half-hearted ‘hey’ as she steps closer to him and once again puts her hand on his arm.

“C’mon, my friend is just at that table over there” she presses again, long ponytail flicking as she points over to a booth just outside the corridor and squeezes his forearm, “Let us buy you a drink”.

He clears his throat, trying to decide on how to decline in the gentlest possible way, opening his mouth to say as much when he’s beaten by the sound of the bathroom door shutting behind him.

“Alright I’m back” Bec’s voice says suddenly, interrupting the interaction as she appears beside Glen, “You ready?”

Glen watches Bec take in the scene in front of her, her eyes landing on Tiffany’s hand and travelling along her arm until she’s looking at the blonde’s face. They stare at each other for a moment, silent and assessing - Glen's years of growing up with two sisters instantly alerting him to the unspoken communication between the two women. All of a sudden he feels like he's walked into a lion's den, exhaling silently as he looks between both of them. He watches Bec's lips suddenly stretch into an all too sweet smile at Tiffany - a smile that he’s immediately certain is anything but sweet underneath, Tiffany’s hand quickly slipping from his arm as her expression morphs into a scowl that makes him think of angry Barbie.

Glen clears his throat, the sound cutting through the invisible tension like a knife, reaching up to run his fingers through his hair as he looks down at Bec.

“Ready when you are Bec”

She's still looking across at Tiffany - her smile somehow even wider than before, eventually breaking her gaze and turning to Glen, gesturing for him to come with her.

He offers Tiffany a polite, almost apologetic smile, nodding before he moves and follows Bec out of the bathroom corridor. He exhales loudly when they step out into the main area and back into the pulsing bass of the DJ, rubbing the back of his neck as he looks down at Bec beside him.

“So that must get annoying sometimes” Bec comments without looking at him, pausing for a moment to scan the dancefloor, “You know, when you just want to be out and minding your own business?”

Glen shrugs, acutely aware of the protective, older sister tone that's suddenly taken over her voice.

“It does get old sometimes. But unfortunately, it’s part of the territory”

She turns to him but doesn’t say anything, and for a split second Glen swears he sees her eyes narrow slightly - all of a sudden unable to ignore the uncomfortable feeling of being silently measured up. 

He watches as she smooths down her baby pink dress and turns back to the dancefloor, scanning the crowd once again before gesturing for Glen to follow her. He smiles when her walking immediately transforms into dancing, her hips swishing to the beat of the Britney Spears song that's playing as they step onto the floor and move through the sea of people. Glen scans the crowd around them, searching for Billie ahead of them, his stomach a pit of nervous excitement and simmering anticipation knowing he’s only seconds away from finding her.

It’s then that he spots them - two girls just up ahead, swinging their hips and throwing their arms up, dancing just separate to the rest of the pink-clad group beside them. His eyes fall to the taller of the two with her back to him, a short slip dress made of glittery, rose pink mesh-like material draped over her luscious curves like a silky waterfall. The dress is completely backless save for two thin straps that criss-cross over her lower back, a slit on one side of her leg that nearly shows her hip bone whenever she moves a certain way. He can see a tattoo in the centre of her upper back, the finely drawn, intricately detailed inked flowers that he’s slowly becoming more than familiar with suddenly coming into view as he steps closer.

Billie.

The second he realises it's her, the more the familiarity of the rest of her settles into his brain. The enticing slope of her waist into her ass, her long, toned legs, her buttery smooth, tanned skin. He exhales as he looks over her, feeling his pants tighten almost reflexively at the sight.

She looks fucking incredible.

He sees Sloane dancing beside Billie, the smile on her face growing when she spots Bec returning to them on the dancefloor. Glen can’t help his laugh when Bec enthusiastically points at him beside her as if to say ‘look who I found’, Sloane’s eyes lighting up when she looks across and recognises Glen.

He grins at her, nodding his hello, watching as she immediately starts to dance into an oblivious Billie and forcing her backwards into him. He chuckles when Sloane winks mischievously, and he makes a mental note to thank both Bec and Sloane for once again for being the ultimate wing women.

He smells Billie’s coconut scented shampoo the second she invades his space, unable to stop the grin that’s taken over his entire face when she backs up into him. He watches as she whips around, her hands held up in gestured apology, her gorgeous, hazel eyes widening when she realises exactly who it is that she’s just bumped into. 

The way her eyes light up, the way her lips stretch into the most breathtaking smile, the way her whole face transforms into a picture of utter happiness. In one quick moment, every single thought in Glen’s mind is blank save for thoughts of Billie and there’s nowhere else he’d rather be than right here with her. 

“Hey darlin’”

“Glen!” Billie beams, blinking up at him incredulously and immediately reaching for his arms, “What are you doing here?”.

“I’m here with my friends. Coincidentally, this is where Chord’s birthday is” Glen explains, bending down to speak in her ear and unable to stop himself from pressing a fleeting kiss to her jaw just below her ear. 

He watches as Billie shakes her head in almost disbelief, her expression a mix of shock, confusion and absolute delight. Glen reaches for her hand and twirls her around, his eyes taking in the rest of her now that he can actually see all of her.

The front of her is just as sexy as the back, the dress’ loose cowl neckline allowing him a perfect view straight down her chest and confirming his earlier thoughts that she's wearing nothing beneath the glittery material. Her outfit leaves little to the imagination and for a moment all he can think about is undoing the tiny straps and watching the dress slip from her skin and pool at her feet. 

“You look fuckin’ gorgeous, Billie”

Billie practically beams at him, moving her hands to his chest, Glen pulling her closer and sliding his hands down to her hips. He swears he feels her shiver then, his fingers teasing the skin just beneath the short hem of her dress, leaning down so that his lips are at her ear again.

“I don't want to take over your night, I just wanted to come over and say hey” he breathes just loud enough for her to hear, loving the way her fingers flex against his chest as if she's just as affected by him as he is by her, “Come find me later?”

She grins and nods, Glen twirling her around again and looking over her once more, fighting the urge to action his explicitly sinful thoughts and instead flashing her a wolfish smile that he knows she can see right through.

She returns his smile and he immediately thinks all kinds of things that he definitely shouldn’t be thinking in the middle of a crowded club, shooting her a final wink before turning and making his way off the dance floor. He walks across the venue and back towards his friends, instantly wondering how he’s possibly going to be able to concentrate on anything else but her for the rest of the night. 

“Where have you been?” Chord asks when he sits down in the booth, holding up a fresh beer that Glen takes with a grateful nod.

“I found a friend on the dancefloor”

Chord raises one suggestive eyebrow, looking at Glen with amused suspicion, “A friend?”

Glen laughs. “A girl” he says, pausing to take a sip of his beer, “A girl I’ve just started seeing”.

Chord grins teasingly, pressing for more information.

“I met her last week at Rufus” Glen says, nearly shouting over the heavy bass of the new song that’s just come on, reaching up to run his fingers through his hair.

“What's her name?”

“Billie”

Chord takes a drink of his whiskey, tilting his head as he looks at Glen. “Do I know of her?”

Glen shakes his head no, and Chord flashes him a knowing look that only friends can communicate through.

Glen clears his throat, unable to help himself from sharing more.

“She's incredible man. It's been a week and I'm already mad for her”

Chord chuckles. “Wow, the sex that good is it?”

Glen laughs, shaking his head, a grin taking over his entire face. “You have no fucking idea”

They both laugh and Chord holds up his glass, Glen clinking his beer against his before they both drink to their cheers.

Glen lets out a breath and relaxes back into the lounge, tapping his fingers against his beer bottle and glancing over his shoulder at the dancefloor across the way.

---

Several rounds of drinks later, Glen is feeling a little drunk. 

A little drunk is perhaps an understatement. Moderately drunk. Sort of intoxicated.

Numerous beers and several shots have left his inhibitions lowered and his thoughts fuzzy - fuzzy, but filled with thoughts of one thing and one thing only.

Billie.

His group has gotten progressively more lively too - also emboldened by several rounds of birthday shots and cocktails, so when the music suddenly turns into a slow r&b song and they’re dragging him onto the dancefloor, he barely fights the grip on his arm and lets them lead him towards the heavy, sensual bass. 

The instant he steps onto the dancefloor he’s scanning the pulsing crowd for Billie, suddenly unable to think of anything he wants more than to feel her body pressed up against his. He finds her a few seconds later, dancing near the centre of the crowd with Bec and Sloane, her hips grinding to the beat as she tosses her head in time with the music. She looks carefree and sexy and everything his alcohol tinged brain wants right now, and before he can even think about it he’s dancing through the masses towards her.

He sees her turn and swing her hips, tossing her long chocolate curls and smiling over her shoulder, her face suddenly lighting up when she spots him walking towards her. Glen’s acutely aware of two guys dancing just behind Billie and Sloane - their intentions definitely mirroring his own, Glen shooting a charged look of unspoken warning at the one closest to Billie as he closes the distance to her and reaches for her hand. 

In one quick moment, all he can think about is tanned, glowy skin and perfect, luscious curves.

“Hey you” Billie greets when Glen pulls her in close to him, leaning in and bringing her lips to his ear, “Come to dance with me have you?”

Glen grins, his hands reflexively moving to the thickest part of her hips, the tips of his fingers brushing the skin just below the hem of her short dress. 

“Just couldn’t stop thinking about you darlin’”

Billie grins, her lips parting gorgeously and her hazel eyes bright as she looks up at him. “Well that makes two of us”

The song changes to something slower, darker, dirtier, and Billie doesn’t miss a beat - turning in Glen's arms so that her back is pressed against his chest and her ass is flush against him. In one quick moment all the blood in his body rushes straight to his cock and for the second time tonight he’s fighting his growing arousal in the middle of a crowded club.

She’s rocking side to side in time with the heavy music, her ass rolling and grinding and making Glen so painfully hard that he’s certain there’s no way she can’t feel him behind her. Billie’s head falls back against his shoulder and she reaches up to link her hands behind his head, Glen’s hands slipping lower until his fingers are nearly teasing the slit on the hip of her dress. Glen dips his face to her shoulder, inhaling her sweet scent and pressing a lingering kiss to her collarbone, looking down her body and groaning at the view of her tits under the shimmery pink fabric. All of a sudden he wishes he was anywhere but here - somewhere alone with Billie so that he could have his mouth on her nipples and his hands all over her naked skin.

Glen is practically panting, his heart hammering in his chest, his entire body on fire. He knows Billie feels the same as he teases his fingers along her thighs, each one of her satisfied sighs only stirring him on more as he whispers in her ear how fucking good she feels and how damn sexy she is. Glen feels like they’re in their own little world despite them being in the middle of a crowded dance floor, Billie’s body pressed against his so tight there isn’t an inch of space between them.

Fuck.

Eventually the song ends and Billie unwraps herself from Glen, Glen taking advantage of the opportunity and leading her off the dancefloor. He’s desperate to kiss her, to taste her, to have her lips pressed against his own, desperate to have her all to himself so he can show her just how badly he wants her. He spots an empty lounge in the back corner away from the busiest part of the club, feeling Billie’s grip tighten around his hand as she lets him guide her towards it.

His mouth is on hers before either of them can even sit, Glen licking into her mouth as she kisses him back eagerly. He lifts her legs across his lap and cups the side of her throat with his hand, Billie all but whimpering into his mouth when his free hand grips roughly at her naked thigh. There’s a fire behind his ribs - suddenly raging in his insides, every single fibre in his body burning with a decadent desire to consume every single part of Billie.

At some point they pull apart - and Glen’s intoxicated mind can’t even tell how long they’ve been kissing, his lungs burning as he looks back at Billie’s dark, hooded eyes. He’s warm, too warm, his tongue thick and heavy in his mouth, his mind foggy from a mixture of too many beers and his absolute craving for Billie. His cock is straining against his jeans and pressed against her thigh, every small shift of her on top of him sending his body further into overdrive.

“I’m so fucking hard for you, peach” Glen breathes, loving the responsive little moan she lets out at the sound of his words in his ear, “Please let me take you home, Billie. I need to take you home”

He bends and kisses her neck while he waits for her reply - her skin sweet, intoxicating and deliciously addictive, Billie’s hands gripping his biceps in a way that he knows is an answer without words. His eyes lift to meet hers - hers, gorgeous and glossy with want, and he can’t help the way every single one of his deep muscles squeezes when she nods her head yes.

“Just let me tell the girls I’m leaving” Billie sighs, nearly panting as she fumbles for her bag and phone on the plush material beneath them.

Glen busies himself with pressing kisses along her jaw and down her throat, his fingers gripping the fat of her thigh as Billie types on her phone. A small moan escapes her throat when he reaches the space just beneath her right ear, and he somehow makes a mental note in his inebriated brain to remember that for later on. 

He loves that she’s just as affected by him as he is by her - the decadent desire to have her all over him and everywhere, to be buried inside her, thick, deep and heavy, over and over, and over again. 

He smiles against her skin when he hears her curse his name out loud, her voice soft and breathy in that way that he finds so desperately irresistible. It all but ruins him, and it takes everything he has to remember that they’re in the middle of a crowded LA club and not at home alone in his bedroom.

The sound of a giggle rumbles in her throat and he forces himself away from her skin for just a moment, following her eyeline to her screen and squinting to focus on the words on her phone.

Bec: Get it girl! Be safe 🩷

Sloane: You better ride him good B! 😉🍆

Glen chuckles before he bends to kiss her again - needing to have his mouth on some part of her, holding the back of her head still as he captures her mouth in a hungry, near bruising kiss. It makes him dizzy - the indulgent feeling wrapping around his spine and making his skin prickle in the best way.

He feels Billie’s hands on his face and before long she’s pulling away from him, her lips red and kiss-swollen and so sexy it makes him want to groan. He loves that she’s practically panting - that both of their chests are heaving in their joined embrace, her usually bright hazel eyes now dark and lust blown in a way that he’s certain mirrors his own.

She smiles as she looks at him - soft and sensual and making everything inside him burn hotter, her eyes flickering from his eyes to his lips and back again. 

“Take me home, handsome”

----

Glen has no idea how he and Billie didn't just fuck in the Uber back to his house.

It was all lips and tongues, wandering hands and near silent moans, Glen's fingers teasing beneath Billie's sinfully short dress at some point to find her thighs already hot, wet and deliciously wanting.

And fuck if that hadn't taken every ounce of self control he had not to bend down and bury his head between her legs - Uber driver be damned.

Glen’s raging hard, so hard it almost hurts, that when they finally arrive at his address he's practically bursting out of the car and sucking in lungfuls of the cool night air like a panting dog after a run. 

His mouth is on Billie the moment they’re through his front door - Glen pressing her up against the nearest wall and devouring her throat with his lips, his arousal forced up against her pelvis in an attempt to feel some kind of relieving friction.

In an instant Brisket and Nugget are bouncing happily at their feet at the return of their owners, Glen and Billie somehow mustering enough restraint to break apart for just a moment to greet their excited animals. They manage to settle the boys in lightning speed, Glen immediately wrapping Billie in his arms and latching his mouth back to hers in a heated, feverish kiss.

He slides his hands down underneath her dress and grips the ample, peachy flesh of her ass, lifting her into his embrace and nearly growling when she wraps her legs around his waist and presses flush against his raging arousal.

He’s delirious - drunk off alcohol and the addictive smell, taste and feel of Billie, wanting, no, needing to have more of her as he kicks off his shoes and navigates blindly through his house. She’s already working the buttons on his shirt, having undone all of them by the time he sets her down on her feet in his bedroom, Billie pushing his shirt off his shoulders and grabbing at his newly naked chest

Glen slides his hands to her neck and down to her shoulders taking the shoelace thin straps of her dress with him - pulling away from her swollen lips in time to see the glittery pink material slip down her skin like a shimmering waterfall and pooling at her feet. 

It’s then that Glen actually takes a step back to admire the stunning woman in front of him - letting out a heavy, shaking breath and biting down on his fist as his eyes rake over her perfect form before him. Standing there in nothing but a pair of string-thin purple panties with her skin flushed and glowing, her tits soft and perky and her hair long and tumbling down her shoulders, she looks nothing short of a goddess and Glen feels like he’s going to spontaneously combust. 

“Fuuuuck Billie. You’re gorgeous”

She smiles at him - soft and kitten-like, sensual and devious, and it’s all it takes to have Glen kicking off his shoes and undoing his belt, his eyes never leaving hers as he takes her hand and pulls her towards him.

He kisses her then, hard, fast and hungry, his free hand roaming her naked flesh as her sweet scent takes over his senses and sparking something primal deep inside his core. He lays back on the bed and pulls Billie down with him, her legs falling to the sides so that she’s sitting over his torso and looking down at him with dark, glossy eyes.

He’s so fucking turned on, every single part of him hot and throbbing with addictive desire, to have her, to take her, to feel her until she’s begging him to stop.

“Sit on my face peach, I wanna taste you so bad”

Billie lets out a sound that he can only describe as a whimper mixed with a moan - like she’s going to fall apart from just his words, Glen’s grip on her luscious hips firm as he guides her up his body until her legs are on either side of his face.

He smells her arousal instantly, and he doesn’t miss the darker patch of purple on her thong, his tongue reflexively wetting his lips as he looks at her covered sex. He swears he’s never been more turned on than he is at this very moment, his whole body practically vibrating as Billie straddles his face.

He reaches up and gingerly pulls the silky material aside - unable to stop the growl of wanton approval that instinctively rumbles in his chest at what he finds. 

She’s fucking glistening, sopping wet and waiting for him, the sight of her perfect pink folds making him involuntarily buck his hips into the air, his grip on her hips digging so tight he’s sure he’s hurting her.

Fuck.

“Are you sure?” Billie asks, a hint of hesitation colouring her breathy voice - Glen not missing the way her hips are already subtly grinding as she hovers just above him.

Glen swallows thickly. 

He’s never been more sure of anything in his fucking life.

He doesn’t answer - too far gone in his thoughts about what he’s about to do to Billie, instead gripping at her buttery skin and pulling her down onto his waiting tongue. 

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Ahhh thank you nonnie! There will be some fluffy + drama/angst starting soon so stay tuned for Billie and Glen! 😍🩵

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THIS IS *CHEFS KISS*

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Sugar, Cubed

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Summary: I revisited Sugar and the boys from the Sugar is Sweet séries, and let me tell you. Bucky and Steve sure have grown up from their college days. They are no longer playing around. And they are coming for you. How do you choose? And do you have to?

Word Count: 3.5K

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader; Bucky Barnes x Reader; boss Tony Stark x reader

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. Not Beta’d. Read at your own risk. Roommate/Co-worker au, S MUT! Angst, little bit of slow burn. Main character injury, allusions to sex, sexual tension, indecent proposal, caught between two lovers trope, idiots in love, Tony being Tony, truth or dare, talk of voyeruism, possibility of group sex, eventual polyandry.

A/N: This is related to the Sugar is Sweet au, but can be read alone. This is part one, part two will be posted next week. I hope you like it. This is part of Falloween 2024.

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You met the two most hated men in your life while you were living together as recipients of the prestigious Stark STEM Fellowship at NYU.

There was an instant spark when you met James Buchanan Barnes and Steven Grant Rogers, best friends from childhood. They sarcastically named you Sugar because of your initial rudeness, but the nickname just stuck around after you warmed up to them.

In the Stark Fellows program, life was hard work and hard play. Soon it was down to just you, Bucky and Steve, and life was a dream with parties, booze, and almost anything you wanted, as long as you lent your minds to the work.

Tony Stark tolerated anything that would keep productivity high. He knew that all work and no play would make Bucky, Sugar and Steve dull scientists.

So he encouraged you three to play. And funded it too.

Steve and Bucky were so protective of you, their sweet Sugar. The sexual tension that came with living with them was heady stuff.

You basked in the glow of Bucky and Steve's attention, while observant of the lines of partners at their bedroom doors and the competitiveness between the football quarterback and lacrosse captain.

You swore that neither Bucky nor Steve would ever win you, no matter the plays they made. But they each had you sprung in different ways. And they were so damn competitive.

They both wanted your heart.

It was only a matter of time before you gave it to each of them.

You fell hard for Bucky first. And it was urgent and intense.

But after just a year together, Bucky accepted a position with Stark Labs in Bucharest for a term that stretched into two years as he completed grad school at Politehnica. It happened without warning. You were angry at his choice and trapped in New York by your own contract with Stark for graduate work. 

You and Bucky were over. And you were heartbroken.

Steve’s waiting arms were open, and it was effortless and freeing to realize that the golden boy was the one who truly loved you. And he’d always been there. Your heart healed. You thought.

According to social media, Bucky seemed to love his new location, extending his contract beyond the initial year-long contract to finish his degree. It seemed that all he did was work.

Not that you were stalking his IG or anything.

He didn’t communicate with you directly, and with Steve only intermittently. It was like he’d erased his best friend and his best girl from his life. 

It made sense, since his best girl was now his best friend’s girl.

Then, during his second year, Bucky's stay in Romania was cut short,  he came back to New York, although not in the way you imagined.

Bucky had been critically injured; losing a limb. Tony made sure he had the best care, flying with Bucky to Wakanda for experimental surgery and overseeing his recovery. 

You found out via a social media after Bucky was back in town, and not from Tony or anyone else.

You were livid.

You raged at Steve, who had lied to you that he had to go to London for two weeks for work when he was actually in Wakanda at Bucky’s bedside.

The betrayal ran deep.

You and Steve were done after that, although you continued to work side by side at the labs. You felt as if Tony was trying to drive you over the edge, having you work around the clock with your ex. But he didn’t care. He had some insane theory that the tension would yield better results.

Each day, you longed for the hour that you could go to your posh new quarters in Stark tower. Although it was lonely, at least your apartment was private, and you could unwind in peace. Your days were tense, but predictable.

Until they weren’t anymore.

——

One afternoon, the hairs on the back of your neck stood up as you stared into the monitor to watch the results from the latest compound analysis roll numbers across your workstation.

“Hey there, Sugar.”

You froze, looking up and out over Manhattan through the window above your station. You couldn’t believe it, but you saw a pale reflection of him in the mirrored glass.

You slowly turned around.

Bucky looked good, his pale complexion not all the result of the blue gray skies over the Hudson. His face had grown more angular, his hair was shorter, and his eyes seemed older, but outside, he was the same Bucky. 

You didn’t know what you were expecting. 

Bucky Barnes seemed whole, except his left hand, the “golden arm” that was the pride of Bobcat football, was now black and gold metal. 

Vibranium. 

You stared at it as it reached for you.

“So I don’t get a hug?” 

Your eyes moved to his face while Steve cleared his throat and reminded you that he was there. You tried to forget his existence most days, but Bucky walking into your lab had erased him from your mind completely. For a moment.

“Sugar–”

You cut him off.

“Fuck you, Grant.” 

You looked back at Bucky with tears in your eyes.

“And fuck you, James.”

Despite your epithets, you threw yourself into his arms, sobbing with emotion.

“How could you…?”

You whispered it into his suit coat, your fingers digging into the material at his back as you cried into his shoulder. Bucky held you tight against him, and he felt harder, more solid. 

You realized that under all of the anger and hurt, you were mainly just relieved that he was alive.

Over two years of anxiety and unprocessed feelings were coming out, and Bucky rocked you as your body heaved. Steve came up behind you and hugged you both.

For a minute you relished the feeling, being held by the only two men that you ever had feelings for. You felt safe. But then you remembered the secrets and the lies, and anger flooded you again. You twisted out of their grasp.

“Don’t get any ideas, assholes.”

You moved away from them and wrapped your arms around yourself, suddenly cold.

“Do you know how worried I was? No one gave me any information. At all. I had to find out from social media. I felt like a fool, Bucky.”

You scowled at him.

“And you. You knew that, Cap. And you lied to my fucking face.”

You glared at Steve.

You looked from Steve to Bucky, who shared a guilty glance with each other. 

“That’s my fault, Sugar. I– I made Tony and Steve swear not to tell you.”

Your dark haired ex boyfriend looked at his shoes as he rubbed the back of his neck with his new hand. He held it up and looked at it and then at you.

“Didn’t know how you would feel about this.”

You ignored the uncertainty and hurt in his eyes.

"What do you want? A cookie? A pat on the head?  A tear? You are not going to make me feel sorry for you. Not when you let everyone else but me in on your secret."

You cocked your head and gazed curiously at the new appendage, then back at him.

“Bucky, I am stronger than you think. And I loved you.”

Both Steve and Bucky winced at the word ‘loved,’ but both for different reasons.

“I would have accepted you anyway you came. And I would have been by your side while you recovered. But you didn’t want that. But it looks as if you’re fine.” 

Steve sat back down at his workstation, resigned. You shook your head at him. If it wouldn’t have cost you a million dollars, which you didn’t have, you would have walked out of Stark Industries and moved across the world. But you had work to do.

“You’re interrupting our work here. You need to leave.”

You wanted him away from you like fire.

“That’s what I’m tryna tell you, Doll.” 

Bucky strolled over to the locker area and took off his coat, grabbing goggles and a lab coat.

“I’m reporting for duty. Tony assigned me back to the New York lab.”

—-

Tony leaned against the bar in his office, after he downed the drink that he’d offered you and that you’d refused. It was only 10:46 am. You were trying to hand in your resignation. Or at least ask for a transfer to a new location.

“And just where do you think you’re going to go, Sugar?”

You glared at your boss. Bolstered by anger, this was the least intimidated, and most angry, you’d ever been at him.

“Paris, maybe? Tokyo? Hell, even Des Moines. I’ll take anything. I need space.”

Tony shook his head. 

“I need you here. The productivity with Barnes back is about to be through the roof.”

You just stared at him incredulously.

“You’re not thinking with your brain. Your heart and what is pounding between your legs are in the way.” 

Your mouth dropped open.

“...But the tension between you Barnes and Rogers will make me a lot of money. I’ve studied you since your freshman year. I know what makes you tick, what motivates you to do your best work. And the numbers don’t lie. Being right in the middle of Bucky and Cap makes lots of money for Stark Industries.”

You stared out at the view of New Jersey, outraged.

“Besides. I have the exclusive contract over your mind, body, and soul for the next seven years. Might as well make the most of it.”

You sighed and took the drink Tony offered you this time.

—-

Bucky Barnes was the most infuriating man you’d ever met, second only to Steve Rogers.

Your brain was scrambled when you weren’t working, so you worked that much harder to stay in control. You hated when Tony was right.

Here you were, flanked by two gorgeous men whose work clothes only accentuated their powerful bodies. Bodies that you knew very well. Your tongue had traced every plane of each of them. Your hands explored their broad shoulders and taught, muscular frames. Your fists had clenched their throbbing cocks and you had accepted them inside you. 

No matter how mad you were at them, you couldn’t get them out of your mind.

Imagining Bucky crashing his lips to yours as he backed you up against a wall made your core throb. And dreaming about Steve’s hands around your thighs as he lifted you onto a lab table made your nipples tingle.

Working in between them in the lab was torture for your neglected body and soul. You were doomed to work in  between the two men who’d fucked you most thoroughly and recently.

You didn’t even want to think about your heart.

You ignored the lingering looks in their blue eyes, the way they gentled their voices when they spoke to you, and the way they tried to come in contact with you for no reason. The number of times fingers lingered over passed specimens, the way space became so tight that they had to squeeze behind you in the lab, and the uncomfortable number of times you ended up between them in the equipment closet made you lose your breath.

Steve and Bucky never pressed you for anything, and all you had to say was ‘excuse me,’ for them to move out of your way, but it was untenable. You would give neither of them the satisfaction of getting upset. You managed made it through work and home to your brand new vibrator every night after long days of fighting their pheromones in the lab.

After a week of forced proximity, you were experiencing the forced Stark Industries Happy Hour. As you waited for your drink at the bar, you thought it strange that Tony had never made them mandatory before Bucky came back. That was quite the coincidence.

You wanted to pace yourself with your drinking as you realized that you had to stay there for another couple of hours to get the bonus that came with attendance. The word ‘happy’ and the names Bucky Barnes or Steve Rogers did not go together, so you participated in each round to numb the desire that was plaguing you. 

For someone so smart. You were so clueless sometimes.

—-

As you rode the elevator in Stark Tower to your apartment later that evening, it seemed as if the elevator was moving extra slowly. You didn’t know if it was the tequila affecting your senses, or an actual malfunction, so you asked FRIDAY for analytics, but for some reason, she said you didn’t have clearance for the answer.

You were mad and mute for a minute, trying to clear your head for the security code. It was then that one of your fellow passengers, who you were trying to ignore, broke the silence.

“Okay Sugar, truth, or dare?”

You looked at him as Steve watched you both. 

“I said, truth, or dare.”

“Truth is Bucky, we’re not kids anymore.”

“So you pick truth. You don’t get to pick the question, though.”

Bucky ignored your ire.

“Which one of our cocks is better, mine or Steve’s?”

Your eyes widened and you gasped as Steve interjected,

“Buck…”

“What, Punk? Remember she rated them before she experienced them. Did that hold out? Or did she tell you that you were the 9.9 too?”

Steve rolled his eyes and went back to watching the floor count, mouth set in a thin line. You had not, in fact, told Steve that he was the 9.9. 

“Stop being a little shit, James.” 

You were rocked, memories flooding back, dysregulating your nervous system even more.

“So you’re saying you won't answer the truth?”

You crossed your arms and legs as you leaned back against the elevator wall. You looked up at the floor indicator lights, trying to stop the emotions from getting to you.

“You can pass. Or you can take a dare, Sugar.”

You huffed, fighting the urge to just say pass. Some lingering adolescent urge refused to let you.

“This is so fucking ridiculous.”

You spoke it outwardly, but you were talking to yourself, to your riotous body, which was reacting to these two men in this enclosed space in the most alarming way.

Bucky was watching you intently, but Steve hadn’t turned around, just replied in that voice of his.

“Those are the rules, Sugar. You should probably answer the question or take the dare.”

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath when you realized what this was. You were dealing with male egos and competitiveness. And they wanted to know the answer, hear you talk about their cocks when for some reason the agave gods were making you horny.

You had to get out of there. 

“You’re not making stupid bets and putting notches in the bedposts any longer. Bucky, we were together, and then you left. I thought it was something that it was not. Then Steve and I got together. I loved you both and in return, you both played me. You both won.” 

Steve turned around and faced you as Bucky advanced closer. He licked his lips and you wanted, no you needed, to run.

“You think I didn’t love you, Sugar? Shit, I worshiped you.”

The sensation of Bucky’s firm body crowding you in bed, taking up the mattress, leg wedged between your thighs while he delivered hot kisses and a slow grind against your clit came out of nowhere. You missed it. You wanted it again. But you lifted your chin as you straightened your spine, determined to resist him.

“You left me.”

“Stark made me!”

Bucky’s blue eyes were wide with emotion.

“‘S’okay Buck. She doesn’t believe I loved her either. Even though I always have. And I caught her when you were gone.”

You looked up at Steve and saw the hurt, and you were preparing not to care, but the feeling of Steve naked against your back, his hands roaming all over you, whispering assurances and praise as he rocked inside and made you come apart in his grip almost made your knees buckle.

You had to move, so you pushed at the rock hard wall of them and they let you move them to get to the elevator controls.

“Why. Won’t. This. Thing. Move!?!?”

You pushed too many buttons at once as Steve and Bucky tried to stop you. The only thing that stopped was the slow progress of the elevator. The small room jolted to a halt, and you stumbled, right into Bucky and Steve’s arms as everything went dark.

“Well now, Sugar. You should have just taken the dare.”

Bucky’s sass enraged you and you cursed and batted their hands away from you as you reached for your purse to find your phone.

—-

A half an hour later, you were all sitting on the floor, Bucky’s jacket beneath you and Steve’s jacket around your arms because the climate control was off. There was no telling how long it would be before someone would find you.

There had been silence since you realized you had not cell phone signal and cursed for 3 minutes straight. You were more than sober now.

God, you wished you were drunk.

“Answer the question. Or take the dare, Sugar.”

This time it was Steve.

“Your fucking competitiveness is so annoying, you know that? Can you two accomplish anything on your own, just for your own pride? Or altruism? Or shits and giggles?”

You could feel their eyes on you in the dark. You fought against them in the darkness, or you were just fighting the darkness, because the lack of sight was enhancing your other senses, and lord you didn’t really want to feel those right now.

“Truth. Or Dare?”

Bucky’s velvet voice was undeterred. You shook your head at it.

“Fine. If it will get you to leave me alone. Dare.”

“I dare you to give up control.”

The response was immediate, as if he were waiting for you to say that.

You groaned, a sound that sounded to sensual, even to your own ears. You were going for annoyed.

“Bucky, it’s late. I’m tired. I’m stuck in an elevator with my two exes. This is a nightmare. And you’re daring me to give up a concept?”

He chuckled.

“Not the concept of control. I think you know exactly what I mean. Give me control. One long weekend. It will be just like when we were roommates. But without the endless teasing and blue balls. This time you give us both that we deserve.”

“What the hell are you talking about, Bucky?”

Your head turned toward Steve, whose voice was on edge.

“I get to watch. You and Sugar, Steve. And direct. And participate…and we find out who is the best…”

“Hold on…”

You could feel Steve shifting in his position on the floor.

“Are you talking about….? Watching me and Sugar… what–?”

“Really Bucky? Do you have a metal brain as well?”

You wanted to fight, but them touching you was out of the question. Bucky was pure chaos.

“If we do this, what would that accomplish?”

“The fuck are you entertaining this nonsense for, Steve? Who the fuck–”

Bucky interrupted your rant.

“Well, you’ve entertained both of us, Sugar, haven’t you? Teased us. Toyed with us. Played us against the other. Wore our clothes and nothing else, slept between us in our bed. Teased us with that body well before we could really do anything about it.”

You dropped your head in your hands, exhausted, as Bucky continued.

“And then, when you finally granted us between your legs, one by one, there was always this spector hanging over the bed, or the floor, or the counter, or the lawn that we fucked on, wasn’t there?”

Bucky paused and you heard the bitterness in his voice. 

“The other one of us was always in the closet or the bushes, or in your head, weren’t we?”

"Don't blame me for your twisted predilections, Bucky."

“What about your predilections, Sugar? You’ve played us against each other long enough. Don’t forget. We both know what gets you off.”

Bucky’s voice wrapped around you in the dark, and you wanted to climb on and ride it as your clit began to pulse. You cursed your body’s reaction to him.

“We know what gets you off hard. Steve told me everything. And it was the same as with me. Your fantasies, Sugar…”

Steve spoke up.

“Bucky, this is uncalled for…”.

"Stop being such a boy scout."

“We know you, Sugar. What we don’t know is who you like the best. We deserve to know.”

“Bucky…”

“It would give us all closure, Steve.”

“You’re crazy, Bucky.”

“Put up or shut up, Sugar.”

Suddenly the lights came back on and you scrambled to stand up as the elevator started again, this time moving at normal speed. You looked between one man who was flushed red and the other who had a smirk on his face.

The elevator stopped and the doors opened, as you bolted out, you replied to Bucky.

“Why don’t you just fuck each other? That will kill two birds with one stone.”

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Next part coming soon.

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