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Confess | Christopher Velez

BIG Congratulations to Lauren for hitting 300 Followers! Here’s my entry for her Writing Challenge.

Prompt: “And boy, if you confess, you might get blessed” - God is a Woman by Ariana Grande

Details: 2.4K Words | Angst & Smut | Chris is your best friend but you both want more, who will confess first?

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The music booms in your ears sending vibrations from the floor to the ends of your hair, as if your body belonged to the rhythm of the song.

Beads of sweat start sticking to the back of your neck as you lose yourself to the beat as rough hands find their way onto your waist pulling you towards them.

You turn your head slightly, while still moving to the music to see Richard Camacho - his hands moving you in beat with his hips, doing nothing to hide the fact that his erection is grinding against your ass.

You take his hands off your waist and turn around to face him.

"Well, hello to you too" you tell him placing you arms around his neck to resume the dance.

"You know I couldn't help myself when you are looking like that, Mami" Richard responds back with a not so subtle sweep down your body, admiring the tiny black dress you had on.

"I guess I will take that as a compliment then" You give an equally long stare down at his bulging crotch.

With no shame at all Richard pulls you closer pressing your body flush against his - one second his lips almost casually brushing yours and the next second he is abruptly pulled backwards away and out of your grasp.

You look behind Richard to see what was the cause and you spot him, Christopher Velez - Resident Fuckboy, the biggest goofball and ultimately your best friend.

Chris stands there in his fitted black blazer, black dress pants and a black buttoned shirt - the first 3 buttons undone to show his inked porcelain skin. Not one to stray away from colour - his orange lens glasses light up his face.

He looked as if he had just stepped off a red carpet and it made the mass of women on the dance floor direct their gaze in hopes in gaining his attention which currently was solely on you.

"Hi, baby" Chris' usual bright smile flashes at you as he releases his grip on Richard's arm, now marked red from where Chris had grabbed him. Richard flashes his finger at Chris' head before trudging off towards the bar.

Chris takes Richards spot and places his hands around your waist, pulling you into a crushing hug.

"What are you doing here? I thought you were in Ecuador until next week?" You half shout in his ear over the music.

"Clara said we had to attend some award show tomorrow, so I took an earlier flight" You had to hide your disappointment at his answer.

"And of course, I wanted to see you" His adds which brings a sudden swarm of butterflies to your stomach that only Chris can ever bring on - not that you would ever admit that to him.

"Aww, aren't you sweet?" You mock to hide the flush that has brightened your cheeks.

Chris shrugs his shoulders as a coy smile appears on his face.

"Lets go get a drink" His hand finds yours and interlaces with your fingers, the usual comfort of rings pressing into your skin.

You manage to find the table where the rest of the boys are sitting as Chris heads off to the bar to grab you a drink.

"Geez, I know he's protective of you but no need to maim me" Richard laughs and you instantly know there are no hard feelings between the brothers. You reach over with a smile and give his arm a rub - the marks not even visible anymore on his skin.

"This is for you, miss" You look beside you as a waiter puts down a cocktail on the table in front of you.

"Oh, I didn't order this"

"That gentleman over there purchased it for you and he asked me to give you this"

The waiter gives you a napkin, the words: Save the next dance for me hand scribbled over it. You look in the direction of the waiter's pointed finger to see a man holding up his drink in salute to you.

His hair a styled mess of blonde and his body towering over the table, his eyes gazing into your own. You nod your head in thanks and take a sip of the cocktail - sweet and intoxicating on your tongue, you know you would have to drink it slow before it got to your head.

Erick whistles low and mumbles under his breath "I wouldn't want to be that guy when Chris finds out"

For some strange overwhelming reason you feel like you have to stand up for yourself. You and Chris have been friends for the longest time, you both flirt with each other and may have shared a kiss or two before but it always goes back to neither of you wanting to face the fact that you could be more.

"Hey, I can get a drink from and dance from whomever I wish, Chris isn't my boyfriend" You almost cross your arms and stomp your foot but thought it might look a bit too much like a toddler throwing a tantrum, so you settle for taking a big gulp of the sweet cocktail.

“I’m not whose boyfriend?” Chris comes up from behind you and glances from you to the cocktail in your hands, to the drink he bought for you in his other hand, to then the napkin with the handwritten note.

“Well, Y/N was just saying that she can do what she wishes because you guys aren’t together. Right?” Richard clarifies with a mischievous smile looking between your reddening face and Chris’ confused look.

“Of course, we are just friends, you all know that” Chris quickly emphasises before leaning on the table casually as if you guys were just discussing what you had for lunch.

“Well, friend that guy over there wants me to dance with him and I need to thank him for my drink so I will see you all later” You respond back ashamed to hear the sting in your voice.

Without hesitation you walk over towards the other table, the man’s eyes are on you in a second and the smirk he gives you makes the hurt from Chris’ words lessen.

“I owe you a dance, I’m Y/N” you hold out your hand to shake his.

He grabs your hand and brings it to his lips brushing a kiss over your knuckles, his lips soft and plump as they graze your skin.

“Zabdiel” he responds back with his hand still holding onto yours. He moves around the table and starts to walk you towards the dance floor.

As you move towards the dance floor, you walk back past your table and see Chris eyeing Zabdiel’s hand clasped onto yours. You hit the dance floor and Zabdiel immediately pulls you close, his body towers over your own and his blonde curls hitting his eyes.

The music enchants you once more as you start to move with Zabdiel in a steady rhythm, Zabdiel being a gentleman keeps his hands on your back. You begin to get lost in the music until you spot Christopher. Leaning against the bar, his lips brushing against the ear of a pretty woman as she covers her mouth to giggle at some pickup line he tells her.

The sting you felt when he announced to everyone that you were clearly just friends comes back in full force as you see him continue to run his fingers up and down her arm, his flirty persona easily getting any girl he wants.

“Do you want to make him jealous?” Zabdiel’s voice interrupts your focus on Chris and forces you to turn back around.

“I’m sorry, what was that?” You ask back thinking you surely had misheard him.

“That guy over that has been staring at you all night and when you came to my table earlier you should have seen the look on his face, he is only talking to her because he can’t have you. So, what do you say? Shall we play his game?”

The shock comes over you at first but then a smile makes it way to your lips and all you have to do is manage a nod to Zabdiel before one of his hands find you waist and the other tangles in your hair. Zabdiel’s head lowers and his lips grazes yours with a wave of braveness you kiss him.

Slow at first, his lips so soft pressing against yours before you can’t help but slip your tongue against his mouth, his lips parting to give you access. A little groan from him as you continue to move to the music pushing your body against his. The grip in your hair tightens as the kiss grows deeper, Zabdiel’s cock growing hard against your grinding.

He releases your lips to make his way to your throat, his kisses tender against the sensitive skin before he starts to suck and nibble, alternating between delicate kisses to tugging at the skin with his teeth - making goosebumps rise against your skin. His leg finds its way in between yours allowing you to grind yourself further against him, the thin fabric of your panties getting wetter with the friction.

As his lip bruise the skin of your throat his hand makes its way to your ass, squeezing and kneading it with his palm. Zabdiel’s eyes flicker upwards towards where Chris is standing and there must have been a reaction from Chris because Zabdiel’s smile widens.

“He’s coming over here” he whispers against your throat.

You feel Chris’ hands brush against your own, the familiar feeling of his rings brushing against your skin. You turn around to face him flicking your hair from your face and Chris eyes quickly latch onto the hickeys already beginning to blossom on your skin from Zabdiel’s lips.

“Can I talk to you?” Chris’ voice is strained and his hand still hasn’t let go of your own.

“Of course, I will see you later Zabdiel” You turn to tell him and Zabdiel playfully gives Chris a wink before planting a kiss on your cheek.

Chris doesn’t let go of your hand as he leads you towards a broom closet, a very small space but at least you would be able to hear each other over the music.

You step inside and Chris pushes in closing the door. Your hand traces the wall for a light switch but with little luck you give up and look up at Chris. Your bodies so close that you can feel his breath on your cheek, the smell of his cologne filling the room, the little light you have coming from the outside clubbing lights which brings a dull red filter to the small closet space.

Chris uses his finger to move your hair that is hanging over your shoulder to behind you so he can look at your neck properly.

“You let him mark you like that?” Chris’ voice is a whisper as his eyes travel up and down your neck, noting all the little imprints that Zabdiel managed to make in the short amount of time.

You impatiently pull your hair back to its place covering the marks on your neck.

“What did you want to talk about Chris?” Your heart is pounding in your chest as his eyes finally release your throat and make contact.

“You shouldn’t be doing things like that out in public” He tells you, his voice starting to raise a little. You laugh in his face because the fact that Christopher Velez, the bigger player you know is basically slut-shaming you.

“I don’t know why you are making such a big deal out of this?”

“Because I came home to hang out with you! Not to see some guy almost fucking you on the dance floor” Chris’ face starts to get red as anger laces his voice.

“We are at a club, Chris! And I noticed that it didn’t take you very long to find someone either, so why don’t we both just go back to our partners, calm down and see each other tomorrow” You put your hand on the doorknob but Chris pushes you back, his fingers hook under your chin and his lips suddenly press against yours.

The butterflies in your stomach come back and the pressure builds inside you as Chris’ tongue pushes itself into your mouth. Chris fingers pull your dress up and rub against your damp panties causing a moan to escape your lips.

Chris’ lips release yours as his fingers continue to play below.

“You are not going to see that guy again, promise?” Chris whispers against your ear and his words are enough for you to stop. You reluctantly pull his hand away from you and pull down your dress.

“You don’t own me Christopher and if you want me then you are going to have to do it properly. I am not fucking you in this broom closet just so you can turn around and tell everyone we are still just best friends”

“Are you serious right now? You know we can’t do that - you know I have a reputation to uphold”

“No, We are doing this properly or not at all. Confess right now, tell me”

“This is bullshit, of course I want you, Do you see how hard I just got for you?” Chris glances down and you can see the evidence of his hard cock pressing up against his pants.

“I want more than just sex Chris and you know it. There is none of this until we are official, until then I am going to go have fun with whoever I want”

“You want me as much as I want you, I could tell by the way you kissed me, you won’t be able to resist” Chris challenges you and you let a laugh escape your lips.

“Do you want to bet on that?”

Chris smiles back at your words and you both know neither of you can ever resist a competition, Chris holds out his hand in agreement.

"Whoever can’t resist and confesses first that they ‘love the other and want to be all boyfriend-girlfriend’ then they lose and have to be a slave to the other one for one whole day”

You don’t even have to think it over before you shake his hand.

“Well, let the games begin” Chris smirks before suddenly pulling you close, teasingly close enough to kiss you.

“You are going down” You respond back before planting a quick kiss on his lips.

“Now if you’ll excuse me, Zabdiel is waiting for me outside” Without another word you open the door and walk out leaving Chris behind.

There’s no way you will confess first.

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