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writingcold · 7 months

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Hi. Welcome to the opening chapter of CD&FE. My plan is to post Wednesdays. This is a complete story, so I will be faithful to this posting day.

Pairing: Jake X Female Reader

Summary: This is an AU that starts with the release of GVF’s first EP, Black Smoke Rising, and follows along life paths over the course of twenty years. Part One: Y/n is on the verge of a huge change - and on the cusp of a big night of celebration. The friends head out for the evening, starting with catching a band at a pub, to which the guitarist catches your attention.

Content warnings: Language, smoking, drinking, sexual situations, oral (m & f rec), anal play, protected sexual encounter.

Word Count: approx. 13K (probably the longest of the parts, promise, maybe)

A tremendously huge thank you to @edgingthedarkness and @takenbythemaddness for all of your help with this. You’ve both helped me to at least make it not a total shit show. This is my first full length reader insert, first person narrative, so please be kind and forgive any and all errors.

Celebratory Drinks and Fleeting Embraces, Part 1

I woke up feeling like I was roasting under the sun, only to find that I was lying in a furnace otherwise known as Patrick. He was curled around my body, his sour breath in my hair. My lip twisted as an ‘ew’ passed my lips. I slid from the bed of my oldest, dearest friend feeling my skin crawl with sibling residue grossness. I’d known him since we were in second grade. Patty was always the pretty one in our relationship, but I never could see beyond the awkward childhood and weird puberty phases that we shared, not to mention all the heartbreaks, highs, drunks, and learning that we survived together. We had tried to kiss way back in fifth grade - just to get that over with, but ew. No.

“Oh, come on,” his deep voice was still heavy with sleep, “I was enjoying that thick ass of yours, Y/n. Come on back and snuggle for a while.”

“Fuck you,” I grumbled as he laughed. “You promised me a record if I put up with your little dinner party last night. Why are you trying so hard to impress those pretentious idiots? They are not your tribe, Patty.”

I didn’t bother with modesty. The man was the first one to see me naked, and he looked at me like I was sheathed in 12” armor plating that was slathered with poison, set on fire with a NO GO ZONE etched across it. He was wrapped in goo and toxic sludge that kept me at bay. And that's how we liked it. I dug through my suitcase to drag out a cropped tee and cutoff shorts.

“I know,” he howled into his pillow. “I hate it. I do. But I’ve got to start making headway with this stupid job so I can get to the next step.”

I rolled my eyes as I started dressing. He slid his tall, rail thin body out of the sheets to reveal he was clad only in his boxer briefs. I frowned. “God damn it, you could’ve at least worn shorts when sleeping with me. I do not need to feel that beast under the hood.”

“Just because your last three guys didn’t have horse cocks, doesn’t mean you have to discriminate against mine, doll,” he teased as he started to fish out clothes for himself.

I rushed around him for the bathroom, bag in hand. Damn if I was going to have to wait for his ass to get through his thirty minute wake up routine in the only bathroom of the apartment. I heard his protest, but I knew that I’d be through in less than 15 minutes if left alone.

I emerged ready to his raised eyebrow and sideways grin. I pulled him down and kissed his cheek with a platonic whisper of love against his face before ducking into the kitchen. Visits to Ann Arbor were getting harder to make. I moved to Lansing right after graduating. Pat had remained behind, working on his master’s degree while toiling away in the university system as a TA. I finished my graduate work while killing myself on sixty hour work weeks and had earned a job in St. Paul that was to start in a week. Patty was the first one I called when I got the news. Not my family. Not other friends. It had to be Patrick because he had been the only one that could understand that I just needed someone to tell me I wasn’t nuts for trying this route in life. Everyone else either didn’t understand what I wanted to accomplish, or they simply said I would fail. Fuckers.

A tour through the kitchen revealed that he had purchased real food for my stay. With a chirp of happiness, I settled into a bright sounding playlist before making us a feast while he showered. By the time he was out, dried and all sorts of gorgeous, I had quite the meal prepared. He pecked me on the mouth and yanked me in a tight hug.

“Mornin’, punkin,” he cooed as I started to push him away.

We laughed over food. He did the dishes and we strolled out the door.

“Did you call everyone?” I asked as we walked from his apartment to the main drag of town.

“The only one not able to come is Aaron. Bitch couldn’t get out of work,” he answered, stopping to look into the window of a thrift boutique. “That skirt would make your legs look amazing. Y/n, my treat. Let me get you an outfit for tonight.”

“I’d rather have the record,” I grimaced and whined.

He screwed his mouth to the side with a diminutive grumble as I yanked him towards the music store. It was already early afternoon, and the place seemed swamped with people. I was never really one for big, chaotic crowds. The sight brought me up short for a moment, until Patrick steered me to the side door. I slipped inside, finding the crowd gathered more outside the building and a few at the front of the store, around the cashier. It would be okay - I could handle it.

Pat, of course, was totally the opposite of me. He glibly ran at any and all kinds of action, and this being no different, I lost sight of him almost immediately. I turned my attention to the bins and displays, allowing myself to relax despite the edge of activity that I was so desperately trying to ignore. Stoned Jesus was oozing through the air as I moved down towards the more vintage stuff, my eyes landing on a familiar cover. I reached for it just as sharp, overly feminine laughter struck my ears in the worst way.

“No, seriously,” a coarse velvet voice invaded my space while flirting with the girls. “You’ll be there right? Tonight? Come on. Come to our show…”

I looked up just in time to see two long haired men, one a few inches taller than the other, guiding two very blushed out girls that are probably just wrapping up their freshman year. The four were giggling and flirty and just way too loud. I tried to turn my attention back to the album I had between my fingers: Deep Purple’s debut album. One of the girls literally squealed as the two men played along with them - not in a weird way, but just that frat boy manner that demanded their attention. I watched as they walked with the girls to the door with flyers in their hands and huge smiles and promises of being out that night. The taller one actually did the little toodles wave as the other retreated quickly. I caught how he rolled his eyes as if disgusted with his own act. Those chocolate brown eyes landed on me and he immediately straightened up as if he was caught being out of character.

I looked back at the crowd in search of Patrick, but couldn’t find him anywhere. For a moment, my insides flared with panic. He was still there. He was amongst the twenty or so people that were packed into the front of the shop. I knew it, I just couldn’t tell the bubble of anxiousness that had attacked my stomach to back the fuck off. I took a breath before returning my gaze to the record in my hands.

“That is a fantastic album,” a smooth voice, with just a hint of rasp and Michigan sass filled my ears.

I turned to discover those lush, chocolate eyes were on me and he was standing at an arm's length away. I nodded and gave him a small grin. “Yeah. I have this at home, just not this edition,” I said before I set it back in the bin and turned away.

ELO’s “Evil Woman” started to leak from the speakers. I sighed upon hearing it - that over the top intro hit something just right, every time. I didn't expect the pretty eyed man to stick around, but when I reached for another cover, he watched for what I was reaching for.

“If you have another edition of that one,” he started with a knowing look, “that means that you have a Gatefold. The one from Germany, U.K…?”

I grinned wider as I really looked into his face. He was pretty. Between a subtle cleft to his chin and a set of full lips, his expression was warm and welcoming. There seemed to be a familiarity between him and the taller man, but he seemed to have a more mature quality to him that drew me in almost immediately.

“South Africa,” I answered, watching as his eyes glitter with respect.

“Nice,” he said, his voice soft and almost whispered.

I set the unseen album back in the bin, knowing it was shitty and not worth my time. I moved down the next row with him tailing behind. I saw him take interest in a blues album as I spotted another possibility - a Neil Young that had gotten damaged in my last move. I feel him, though he remains at a distance. He’s not much taller than myself, but perhaps it’s his personality, or just his presence, that makes him seem much bigger than he actually is. His hair is almost fluffy as it rests just below his shoulders. The tip of his nose was sharp and begging to be booped in the best way. His mouth was sinful and I know I stared at it way too long.

I tore my eyes away just as he looked up. I was sure he'd caught me looking, again. I couldn’t seem to help it. He was totally magnetic. His lips stretched into a smile - an honest smile, not like the production bull shit he had been feeding those college girls. I held my album up just to see his reaction, and was rewarded with a few hummed notes of a deep cut that I knew well.

“I guess I should ask about those flyers you’re tossing around,” I said, putting back the Young and turning towards him fully.

“We just released an EP,” he said, his attention on another album that was closer to my spot. He reached close to me, but then seemed to think the better of it. “We’re playing tonight at Paul’s Pub. You should come. I think you may like it.”

I pursed my lips with thought. We were no strangers to Paul’s. The bar was a staple in our group from the time we were all starting out in school. I nodded, and looked back in search of Patrick once more. I saw him emerge from the crowd, flier in hand and a look of wickedness in his eyes. I turned my attention back to him, taking note that he was fingering an Otis Redding album.

His attention was snapped to the front of the shop and I saw his shoulders slump a bit as he began to shift back into his work. “We’re third on the rotation. Will you be there - about 9:00?”

I shrugged as he started to move away. “We’ll have to see.”

I watched as his tight, dark wash skinny jeans walked away. I finally let out the breath that I had been holding just as Pat stepped close to me.

“He gives big dick vibes, doesn’t he?” he remarked as I leaned into him.

“God, you’re such an ass sometimes,” I scoffed just as I caught the man’s eye as he turned to look back at me over his shoulder.

“But I’m right,” Patty said quietly. “I guess we’ll be starting out at Paul’s tonight.”

I flashed him my biggest, gooeyest doe eyes possible. “Please??”

“Only if I can buy that outfit for you,” he replied, eyes narrowed down to slits. “No t-shirt and shitty jeans. You’re going out in proper attire for a proper fucking celebration!”

He talked me into the whole shebang. I marched into Paul’s on Patrick’s arm dressed in the skirt that fell just below the knee with a slit that reached all the way up to my hip bone. A loose, sleeveless poet shirt with a plunge neck with a shit ton of ruffles that billowed against my breasts made me feel more than whorish in a very pretty girl way. I had let my hair spill down my back, but pulled up the sides with a jeweled tie. I looked hot, and I knew it. I could feel it. But the moment that we reached the friends, I knew I was by far not the best looking in the room - that was reserved for Jordan with her raven black hair and crystal blue eyes and stupid perfect skin. I wasn’t even second in our group - second was Sidney with her perfect ash blonde locks that curled at the ends and her doe eyes that made anyone stop and stare. Bitches. But I loved them and knew most of it was a ruse because they had intelligence on their side - they just used their looks for good shit.

It had been months since I had seen the group. We took our time catching up as the crowd in Paul’s grew. The pub was old-school cool with its weathered wood and dark lighting, dark atmosphere, and dark decor. It was the largest of the bars that we would visit on the night, sporting a full stage and enough room to cram in close to two hundred and fifty patrons in the main space, while the patio could hold another hundred souls easily.

I noticed that the bar was getting crowded while the stage was being switched over. I glanced at my phone, but Patty grabbed my wrist in his grip with a hard glare.

“Better not be working,” he growled as took my phone away.

“Why are we even starting here anyway?” Joey whined as he was handing out glasses of beer. “We always start at Benny’s.”

“Oh,” Patrick chuckled. “There’s a guy Y/n wants to fuck in the next band.”

Suddenly, I had eight sets of eyeballs on me. I shrugged. “What?”

Everyone looked back at Pat and his wicked assed grin that he was beaming at me. “Come on, punkin. Just admit that you let me dress you all up because you’re looking to get-”

“HEY!” Sidney shoved him in the chest before my dearest friend on the planet could finish.

The group laughed and I just sipped at my lovely Tito’s + cranberry like I was the most virginal bitch on the planet. I watched as the tall one from earlier and another were setting up the drum kit – a white kit with a Greta Van Fleet emblazoned on the kick face. I caught Pat talking to the rest about meeting the dark haired one and said he was really quite cool. I turned my attention away from the stage and instead ventured into actual conversation with the friends. We were, after all, celebrating my accomplishment. I was going to be a graphic editor for an actual fucking company that was willing to bank on my skills, and pay me quite well. I was the first of the group to reach their goal. I was also the only one to actually be done with graduate school and had been working already for nearly 18 months in the real world. Of course, Sidney wasn’t having it, knowing right well that I was avoiding what Patty had started.

“Who’s the guy? What the hell does he play? Name?” she grilled across her bottle of beer.

“Pretty. Don’t know what he does in the band. Have no name.” I summed it up in three tiny sentences and a smile.

She looked at me like I had two heads until her eyes moved to the stage and latched onto the tall, lanky one. “Well, if he’s indicative of those two…”

I grinned and turned my attention back to the stage. He was the damn guitarist. He was plugging into the amp and storming his fingers across the frets. My eyes were instantly locked on him as he nodded to his bandmates as they all started to warm up. A fourth prowled between them all, mic in hand shouting a hearty “Good evening!” like it was a damn arena. I glanced at Pat and he just watched me with a grin and knowing nod. I whispered a fuck as I looked back at them. He was dressed all in black - black boots, black, skin tight jeans, black button up that was cropped at his tummy and buttoned only by one button. His chest was bare save a grouping of necklaces that bounced gently against the tanned skin. He was seductive to look at. I sipped at my drink as they slid into a song that made everyone stop what they were doing to take notice of the upstarts on stage. They had a swagger that made me smile wide. Fucker was right - I did like it by the end of the first song.

“Fucking Zeppelin wannabes,” Joe jabbed with a snarl.

I rolled my eyes. Figures. I knew from the gossip Patrick had told me, Joe was in the middle of a break up with a real twat. I could extend him some leeway, but only so far. Pat told him that the next round was on him, since the rest of the crew decided they liked the band. I was spellbound as they tore through their set. The whole pub was bouncing and just absorbing everything the band fed them. The band had something that was endearing, but was rooted in a raw talent that was very clear.

I felt the heat of the pub swell around me and the energy that was fostered by them was electric. They were fun. They were certainly sexy. The singer belted across the crowd effortlessly, hitting notes that sent shivers down the spine and elevated the soul a few notches. There was a guitar solo in every damn song, but he was masterful in how he baited the crowd and kept them with him as he sped through an effortless performance. The bassist was flawless as he strutted around like on a damn cloud. Mr. Shoulders at the kit would’ve grabbed my attention, but he oozed - for lack of a better way of saying it - big dick confidence, and it had me by the pussy.

I barely registered that Joe had taken my empty glass and replaced it with a new one. He scoffed but Patty just told him to fuck off. I was enraptured. It was like he was reaching through my body and taking everything from every cell in me, but filling it with something that just evoked absolute joy, tinged with a heavy dose of heathen thoughts that needed to be quelled. My core was quivering with need while my brain felt like it was on absolute fire with him.

“What the actual fuck was that?” Sidney remarked as the crowd cheered for more when their set was finished. “Just…”

I realized that most of the group was just as blown over as I was. I took a slow swallow of my drink, closing my ringing and pulsing ears as the friends started to debate our crawl for the night. I didn't care much - just as long as we had our time together. I was only here through tomorrow night before I had to head for St. Paul. I knew in the back of my brain, most of these people I would not see again. I needed to make it count.

Twenty minutes of bickering later, I grabbed Patrick by the collar and shouted over the din of people that I needed water and not to leave without me. He kissed my cheek with a promise to stay until I was back. Yeah. I totally believed that one, but I snaked my way through the crowd to the bar. It was insane that the energy of the show still flowed through the space, leaving the closing act to really bust balls to top their act. I stood patiently, one hand waiting on the bartop in order to keep my spot amongst those that had far less patience than me.

“Beers for the band!” one of the bartenders called out with a pointed finger a few spots down from me.

“Thanks man!” a familiar rasp struck my ear.

I turned to look over my shoulder to see him; hair plastered to his throat and damp with sweat, still in his show outfit, but his shirt is totally open. I can feel my chin dip as my eyes widen upon him. He wiped a towel across his brow before shoving it into his back pocket. The word ‘sexy’ was not strong enough to describe what he gave off at that moment. I am not ashamed that I had to wipe at my lip to keep the drool at bay. His sparkle filled eyes turned in my direction and paused for a moment until it changed to recognition that caught me by surprise.

“Deep Purple!” he called, his mouth parting in a smile that knotted my guts painfully. “Is that you?!”

I laughed as he had to go around like twenty people to move a few steps to meet me at my side. His eyes raked across my body, taking me in. I’m sure it was a far cry from the poorly cut off shorts and shitty top from earlier.

“It’s me,” I cooed as he reached my side.

For a moment, I lost myself in his gaze. I was instantly overwhelmed by his appeal. The spell was broken as the bartender set an icy bottle of water at my fingers along with change. He let out a soft laugh that almost seemed nervous.

“Did you catch the show?”

“I did. You were right - I liked it.”

He flashed a cocky smile as his eyes dipped to my outfit once more. “Celebrating?”

I nodded as I took a drink of water.

“Anything in particular?”

I can’t help the buzz of energy that hits me as I smile huge and trilled, “ME! We’re celebrating ME tonight.”

“Oh my,” he said, his tone dropping into a panty incinerating level. “Occasion?”

“New job, new life, new city, new everything,” I answered with a happy nod.

“Amazing…”

Patrick’s notification blared and my cheeks pink a bit as I fumbled for my phone. I uttered a sharp ‘Fuck’ as I see they’re at the door and needed to get my ass out of there or be left behind. “I gotta go,” I said, disappointment in my voice.

“Ah, don’t go…”

“Friends are heading to the next bar.”

“Are you crawling?” he asked, his hand on my arm to slow me down.

I nodded and turned away. Fuck them. Why do I have to go…? Did they not— Fuck. Sometimes I hate my cockblocking friends.

Marklowe’s Tiki Bar banked on its Carribbean themed décor and bright colors that splashed across the walls and floor to the huge tiki covered bar set a super loud atmosphere, while the ginormous umbrella drinks made for a good landing place to just be idiotic. I ground down on Patrick’s thigh to the worst manufactured music ever, but loved every moment of it. The friends were bouncing around like it was their last night on the planet. Because each drink was the size of four, and were the cost of six, we kept our time in the tiki to a minimum. Jordan dragged me to the ladies room while the others were finishing up their drinks. As I was fixing my lipstick, she was talking about the job that was drawing her away back home to Houston. I could hear her stress over leaving Sidney behind. She was trying to rationalize waiting a year for her closest friend to graduate. I knew it was just fear talking. She would take that job and do very well as she worked towards her goal of being a partner in her mother’s law firm. I watched as she pulled out her phone with a scoff.

“They are heading for the door,” she groaned. “Fuckers. It’s like they want to sprint across the district tonight.”

I was the first to push my way out of the restroom, only to stumble over my own toes in my rush, running right against someone. Looking up, I felt my face blush as I was met with the rich chocolate eyes of the guitarist. He helped me upright, moving me flush against his frame. His hands drifted down my arms as all I could do was stare at him as his smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.

Just as Jordan’s hand wrapped around my wrist he asked, “Still having fun?”

I turned my body back towards his as Jordan started to drag me away. “Absolutely!” I called out.

I could not look away from the smirk that he shot me. Jordan gave me a look that could melt steel as we passed the bar in a near rush to catch up to the friends.

“Good god, girl! That’s the guitar player,” she said, unable to contain the bomb of her surprise.

I smiled wide as I looked back behind me once again, just able to see where he had been. “Pretty, right?”

Maxie’s Singing Bar continued the stupidity of the evening by adding karaoke to the mix. Patrick was insisting on singing with Sidney, so we waited. And waited more. I nestled into Patrick’s side, trying to avoid the barrage of questions about apartments, and the job, and ‘why the hell are you going to fucking St. Paul?’ I found myself being coy because, seriously? I was about to start getting some serious chops in my field, with a damn fine salary to boot.

“Come on, punkin. Let’s get another round of drinks,” Patrick replied as he slid out from the glittery plastic booth.

He held my hand all the way up to the bar. “You can’t let them get the better of you, Y/n,” he said as we waited. “They don’t get it. You’re the first one of us to grow the fuck up.”

The idea of being on a plan with one of those little paper bags shoved on my face was not appealing. I was silently begging for no hangover, despite the spin of alcohol in my veins. I just… Ugh. I spaced out as he ordered the round. My brain was fighting lists of stuff that I had packed weeks ago, along with movers and my parents flying in over the following weekend to ensure I was set up right. I desperately fought off the sudden urge to ask to leave. Patrick had asked to stop her when we were planning out the night. I knew it was probably the one time that he could cut loose with the ever lovely Sidney - the object of his eternal pining, although he would never openly admit it to anyone other than me.

I was startled as the bartender set a glass of ice water at my elbow. I smiled up at him. “Thank you, sweetheart.”

“You’re so old,” he teased as I batted my eyelashes at him.

“Why, just because I refuse to be sick off my ass tomorrow?” I asked before taking another drink.

He wrapped me up in a hug, holding onto me for a beat too long.

“Ugh, what the fuck is up with you tonight,” I scoffed as I made a face at him.

“What?” he asked, feigning innocence.

“You’re like extra touchy feely and shit.” I noticed his gaze turned to Sidney and it’s like watching all of that man’s insides turn to absolute goo. I sighed deeply. “I don’t think it’s a good idea, Patty.”

“Why the fuck not?” he asked, instantly defensive.

“I’m not telling you not to, just - she’s more focused than I am,” I reasoned, tracing figure 8s in the condensation on my glass. “You want way more than what she’s willing to give to anyone, including you, handsome.”

He didn’t say anything. I felt terrible as I realized I had just deflated him completely. I threaded my fingers through his and gave him a little squeeze.

“Maybe I just need to take what I can to get the fuck over it,” he said directly in my ear, the heat of his body matching the pain in his words.

“You’re better than that, dick,” I grumbled just as a bartender started to put up our order.

“Patty!” Sidney called as she strutted towards the stage and mics.

It was a rare moment of stillness that my dearest friend handed to me. My heart broke for him.

He nodded as he reached for a shot that had been set before him and downed it. “Love you. You got all this?”

I watched as he strolled towards her, putting back his persona on like it was his armor. Looking back at the bartop, I groaned. “No, I don’t got this, fucker.”

I tried to get Jordan’s attention, but she was too far up Joe’s ass to bother looking at me waving like a lunatic. As I’m turning back to the bar to see if I can spy a tray, my eyes caught on the front door as the guitarist and his group walked in. I froze, taking in what he was wearing - the dark washed skinny jeans, boots and a chopped dark red t-shirt. His wrists were filled with bracelets and there’s a long necklace that falls just below his pecks. A soft breath escapes me as his eyes seem to lock right on mine and the cocky smile greets me. I had no way to actually run, and could only watch as he approached, all full of swagger.

“Okay, third run in; time for introductions. I’m Jake,” he said as he approached, hand out as if he’s going to shake my hand formally.

“Well, counting the record store, it’s the fourth run in,” I remarked with a grin before I gave him my name and my hand.

Instead of shaking it, however, he turned his palm up, passing the pad of his thumb across my knuckles as he leans in against the bar. He had me so distracted that I did not see Pat reach across my blindside for his and Sidney’s drinks.

“We’re up!” he nearly squealed, retreating quickly.

“Make it super slutty!” I shouted after him.

Suddenly, because of the shift, I came up nose to nose with the newly introduced Jake. He tried to back up, but was trapped. I tried to move back, but there was nowhere to go either. A deep blush swept across my face as he let out a gentle laugh over our dilemma. I instantly breathed him in - all tobacco, sandalwood, lavender and him. His hands caught my arms to steady me and I let out a nervous giggle. A fucking giggle. As if it couldn’t get worse - it did. Patrick and Sidney started belting out “Love in an Elevator” in the most sleazy manner possible. I let out an absolute cackle before I could catch myself.

Jake’s eyes popped wide as he took in the scene unfolding behind me and I can only assume Patrick took my ‘slutty’ suggestion to the absolute max. I looked over my shoulder to find the pair grinding against each other in a nearly illegal manner.

“Oh my god,” I breathed, instantly trying to delete the sight from my eyes. I reached for the closest drink and took it down as fast as I could, only to find that it was my water. “Fucking figures.”

I regrouped and grabbed my beer and took a long, soothing swallow. He was watching me fumble the entire time, a smirk plastered on his mouth and those damn eyes just full of heat. “Sorry, that whore friend of mine is under the impression he needs to blow my life up at any given moment of every damn day.”

As if she knew that he was close, Jordan magically realized that I needed help with the drinks. I was shifting glasses around to make room for Jake’s order of beers and tequila shots as she sauntered up, tits out and hips swaying like she’s walking down a catwalk.

“That’s all right,” Jake replies, downing a shot with barely a grimace. “I’ve got three like that myself. At least you’re not related to any of them like I am.”

My brow furrowed as I set my beer down. “I was not getting Jonas Brothers vibes from you guys.”

His laugh was warm and inviting. “Damn, I hope not.”

“Hey-” Jordan called, leaning in close. “I’ll take what I can.”

I started handing over drinks, trying not to notice that she was trying to flash her amazing cleavage as she bent slightly into Jake. I couldn’t help the smug feeling when I realized that his eyes were either directly on me, or his own beer. She tapped the side of my foot before she made her way back to the table.

“Rude to keep us waiting, Jacob.” Another set of hands were reaching across his chest.

It was then that I noticed the similar ridge of cheekbones, the jawline, the mouth… I looked back at Jake and he must’ve seen what I found confusing.

“Twin,” he said with a little eye roll.

“Identical,” the other said with a little huff. “Hi, I’m Josh.”

My eyebrows shot up as the brother started walking off towards their table. “So not Jonas Brothers, but The Proclaimers?”

“Oh fuck no,” he laughed before taking another drink of his beer. “Are they supposed to be doing that?”

It was at that second that I realized Sidney and Patrick are no longer singing. I lock on Jake’s eyes and freeze. “I don’t know if I want to know…”

Why had I looked back at the stage? Why did I have to be a witness to such an event? I wanted nothing more than to grab hold of the cheapest bottle of behind the bar and douse my eyeballs with it.

“Ew,” I flinched as I turned back towards the guitarist, finding the space even more crammed and my hands were now on his very nice, very firm chest. I looked up into his face and he had this endearing look like he’s about to… Yup, he graciously wrapped a hand around my hip holding me close. My brain was just on the verge of rupture when I heard Jordan chirping about what was happening before them.

“I take it that’s not a good thing,” he whispered against my ear.

“Not really, no,” I sighed, nearly against his mouth as his lips part.

I wanted to fall into his mouth and lose myself in his touch. I was so damn close until I saw Jordan and Sidney fly out past us and the rest of the group straggling behind. I looked behind me and found a very upset Patrick, collecting their glasses and heading for the bar. I watched as he set the glasses down on the bartop and headed towards the door without a look at me.

“I fucking hate drama,” I sighed.

His hand tightened on my hip, bringing my attention back to him. I looked into his handsome face and smiled sadly. I puffed my cheeks out and shook my head.

“Just when this was getting interesting,” I replied, drawing a little squiggle against the skin just under his collar bone. “I better catch up with them.”

“You want me to -”

“Naw,” I said as I finally stepped away from him, instantly regretting the distance. “This is probably gonna get messy.”

“Maybe I’ll see you again,” he said with a soft grin.

I shyly tucked a hair behind my ear. “I hope so.”

I didn’t bother with a fast walk to try to catch up with them. Patrick was waiting just outside the door, smoke in hand and a mournful look etched across his features.

“What the hell, Patrick?” I scolded as I stole his smoke for a drag.

“Fucking Jordan,” he grumbled, rubbing his hands across his face. “Why would she do that?”

“I don’t know, Pat - maybe because you two fucked way back when…”

“Maybe. That was a ‘maybe’. We have no idea if we did or not.”

“If you wake up naked by each other, it’s pretty likely you did, you whore.”

I couldn’t stop my anger at that moment. The night was supposed to be about the friends - it was supposed to celebrate me getting the fucking job that I had dreamed about; the job I had worked my ass off for. I did not hide my disappointment.

“They just went into Benny’s,” I said, seeing Joe waving at us from the corner.

“I don’t want to be there,” he said quietly.

I rolled my eyes like a bad friend. It wasn’t even Sidney that put him off. She was… I didn’t really want to even think about it. He knew - Pat had to know that it would be short term. I just didn’t even want to broach that possibility. Was he willing to hurt himself just to say he had some time with her? That just broke my heart a little more for him.

“Fine. How about we get some coffee and sit out Benny’s,” I suggested, tugging on his sleeve. “Come on. My treat.”

I sat with my dearest friend on the planet as he processed what had happened. I listened to him as he knew - he just knew that it would be better to know than to always wonder. It wasn’t like she was plastered out of her mind. She had actually leaned in first and he just couldn’t stop the moment she touched him.

“It will never be what you want it to be,” I said quietly, holding the cup tight. “Sid has such an entrenched idea of what she wants to do, Patty. She hasn’t had anyone with any permanence ever. What you have to offer, alluring as it is, it’s not what she’s looking for. At least not right now.”

He let out a long breath. “I love the way she fucking tastes. How can I-”

“Stop.”

He nodded, getting my drift. He fiddled with the handle of his empty mug. I could feel him returning to normal, even though I knew he was hurting. I reached across the table and took his hand in mine to give a little squeeze.

I flipped my phone over to discover that Joe had sent a text that they were moving onto the pool hall. I loved playing pool. I sucked at playing pool, but I loved playing it. I put on my doe eyes with every intention of yanking my friend along with me if I had to. He smiled and seemed to find his resolve. We walked hand in hand to the end of the drag, finding everyone seemed to have the same idea. The pool hall was packed and I knew it was going to be impossible to get a table. Joe shouted out from a high top table that they had crowded around.

I saw Jordan and Sidney were already at the bar. I texted Sid our arrival and kept my eyes on her when she looked at her phone. Her eyes immediately move over to us, specifically Patrick. Hmm. Interesting. Perhaps her lack of steady company was not necessarily due to a singular focus on finishing college with a 4.0. What more, Pat’s gaze on her and it just feels - good. I smiled as Joe offered me his seat in order to stand. His voice was loud and liquor happy. No doubt he would be sobbing about the ex soon enough.

We fell into being normal once again. Jordan and Sidney returned with the round and we got back to our celebratory vibe. My ear caught the music across the room - someone had actually taken time to curate something good from the jukebox as some more obscure Black Sabbath worked across the din of the packed house. I sipped at my Tito’s + cranberry, trying to pay attention to those with me instead of the idea of being rudely interrupted from having time with the luscious Jake. The frustration of it made me squeeze my thighs just a bit as my long neglected core wept for attention.

We must’ve been in the hall for about an hour when we started getting antsy. No tables were opening up - at all. Sidney was leaning into Patrick’s shoulder and their hands were tightly together. Jordan was talking rapidly, Joe had his eyes on the ceiling. Things felt like they would spiral out of control at any moment.

“Hey, Y/n - isn’t that guy in that other guy’s band?” Sidney asked, her brows raised like she was trying hard to put her thoughts together. “I mean, isn’t that the singer of that band?”

I followed where she’s pointing, and sure enough, there was Josh with the tall drummer right behind him, carrying a couple of empty pitchers. I felt a little stutter in my chest as I looked around the room.

“Hey, punkin,” Patrick called to me, capturing my attention once more. “Help me at the bar, yeah?”

I knew what he was doing. Fucker. I slid out of the tall chair and held his hand as we made our way out for another round. I couldn’t help the little flutter of possibility that Jake would be in the room somewhere. If his hands on me earlier was an indicator, I had a glimmer of a chance of something to finish out the celebration - maybe? Patty got us to the bar, close enough to the two but far enough away to not appear like I was trolling them or anything weird like that.

We watched as the bartenders flew around that bar space. They were beyond busy. From the corner of my eye, I saw that Josh and the drummer were reaching for fresh pitchers. Just as they were moving away, Josh stopped.

“Shit come on,” I heard him say sharply. “You can’t stay just a little longer?”

I turned to look at the pair to see Jake had joined them. Was he leaving? Fuck. No. Okay. I could be totally smooth about this, right? Pat was leaned over the bar to give our order and was totally unaware of my awkwardness to give me any help at all. I was a big girl. I could do this. Just one foot in front of the other. Just move the damn feet…

I ducked in between the crowd and started in his general direction, hoping that he’d catch my eye before I’m right on top of them. Just as I was about to chicken out, those searing brown eyes touched my face and stopped. The other two glanced over and Josh patted Jake's chest before walking away with beer filled pitchers towards the pool tables.

“Fifth time charm?” he asked as he closed the space. “Drama over? You look to have survived.”

I smiled wide as he drew so close I could breathe him in. My brain caught fire with all of him as he reached out, his fingers brushed against my arm until he took my hand in his. “Yes,” I answered, trying not to shout over the loudness of the space. “Drama over. Last stop of the night, but we’ve already been waiting on a table for over an hour.”

“We’ve got a table,” he said, brows pulling together as he looked back in the direction of the far back corner. “We don’t mind sharing. Wanna join in?”

I glanced around at Pat at the bar and the friends at the high top. Just to get away from the crowded singular table would be nice. I see Patrick step away from the bar with another pitcher and in need of help with glasses held in his paw of a hand. I raise a finger to Jake and try to help the best I can.

“Oh, look who you found,” he remarked as Jake moved towards us.

“We’ve got a table. Tell this friend of yours we are more than happy to share,” Jake said, taking a couple of the drinks from Pat.

“Yeah, friend. If he wants to share and all…”

Jake tightened his hold on my hand with a little tug, as if I would say ‘no’. Jake took off in one direction, Pat in the other to retrieve the group. I’m being guided along, eyes planted on the ass encased in denim that leaves me knowing that I’m a terrible person for the thoughts that are suddenly raging through my skull. The man’s thighs were making me drool as he turned to the side to slide between people, making sure that I was still with him, even though he held my hand tight. I grinned at him, careful not to drop my own drink as we bobbled through the crowd.

Their table was at the very back of the pool hall - the farthest from the bar, but took advantage of a bartop that followed the corner and provided plenty of space to accommodate everyone. I quietly hoped that Joey would be polite and keep his sour take on their music to himself. Patrick was in the lead with the others trailing behind. Introductions were fast, with Sam and Josh and Danny blending in right away. A new game was racked and underway within moments. I stood to the side, watching Pat and Sidney on the other side of the table just stay close to each other. There was a vibe there that was hard to not see.

“After that last place, I thought for sure my chance was used up,” Jake remarked, eyes on me with a smile in place. “Looks like whatever drama there was, love prevailed, huh?”

I felt my smile spread as I tilted my head. It was hard not to feel a bit squishy over how he put the soon to be very brief love affair between friends. “Yeah,” I said quietly. “For now at least.”

It was just fun to drink and play pool and be stupid with these four men. Jake and Pat teamed up against Sidney and Joey. I sat back as I watched that man look very sexy sprawled on the pool table, ass and thighs on display and I just couldn’t look away. And he knew it. He so knew that I was blazing holes into his flesh with my eyes in the most disrespectful manner possible. What more, the way his eyes passed across my skin etched paths that I so wanted him to explore.

The next game, Jake was looped into playing with Sam against Jordan and Joe. Pat asked me to join him for a smoke, and the guitarist watched as I blew him a kiss and followed my friend. The clock was edging closer to two as he handed me a cigarette and waited for me to light it.

“That man wants to tear you up, love,” he said calmly, with a face that fought to keep straight. “I think I’ve lost count how many times Jordan has tried to get his attention, but he only has eyes for you, Y/n.”

I got a grin that I cannot hide, so I don’t bother. I let out a tight breath before taking a long drag. “Yeah and you and Sid are looking pretty damn cozy.”

“It just feels good,” he replied, eyes falling down on the sidewalk.

“You’re going to have to have a serious conversation before you lose in this, Patrick,” I said firmly. “I won’t be here to pick up your pieces. I can’t handle thinking that you’re hurting on your own.”

“I know. You’re right.”

I flipped my hair over my shoulder as a warm summer breeze struck my frame. I was going to miss it in Ann Arbor. I had been missing it terribly, already. Lansing was… well. It was Lansing.

“So, what are you going to do? I don’t think I can watch you flirt with that man without any kind of outcome,” he said with a silly grin. “I mean it’s so obvious he’s interested.”

I shrugged. “Not sure.”

“Bull shit.”

I looked up at my friend, finding support. He’d never judge me for what I wanted to do, even if it were to be a one night stand with the most gorgeous man. Hell, even if that man was okay looking, I could count on Pat to just respect the fact I was doing something to make myself happy.

“Look, if I were you - hell, if you don’t, maybe I will - but,” he started, letting out a laugh that filled me with confidence, “I think you need to march that ass in there and tell that man exactly what you want from him and see what happens. I bet you he runs you out of here in ten seconds flat.”

I rolled my eyes and took the last drag of my smoke. Following Patty back inside, I was trying to think about how to sugar coat what I was going to say to Jake. By the time we got all the way to the back of the room, and my eyes fell onto him leaned up against the bartop, feet crossed at the ankles, face relaxed, eyes on fire, I just knew I needed to be as direct as possible. I walked right up to him and he slid a hand across the small of my back as I leaned against his body. I stared into his eyes, finding them welcoming. His lips parted as I brush mine against his as I push past to land next to his ear.

“I’m getting my ass out of here - new town, new life,” I whispered, fighting the urge to lap at his earlobe. “Will you be the end of my night? Help me celebrate?”

I feel his body shift fractionally as he brings his other hand up to rest between my shoulder blades, nearly locking me in place against him. Our mouths were not touching anything, but just passing along as if mapping out where to kiss, where to taste, where to… His tongue passed across his bottom lip as he stood up fully, threading his fingers with mine.

“Danny,” he called out. “You’re good bunking with them other two?”

He didn’t even wait for an answer, just started walking out with me in tow. I could hear Patty’s cackle behind us. The exhilaration that had begun to pump through my chest nearly made me choke. We reached outside and he paused, eyes trailing up and down the street.

“Where are you staying?” I asked as we started to cross the street.

He points at an older hotel that is just down the way and I am thankful I will not have to wait too much longer. He held the door open for me and we crossed the abandoned lobby towards the elevator. After a minute of waiting, he shook his head, the tell of his own impatience. He chuckled as he spun us to the stairs.

“I’m just on the second floor anyway,” he said, once again holding the door for me.

Before my foot landed on the stair, he held me back, turning me to face him. God, he was pretty as he crashed into me, his mouth hard as he nearly consumed me in our kiss. Our hands were everywhere all at once as we fumbled up the stairs. I gasped as my back met the wall at the landing. His hands were on my face and in my hair and on my hips, and on my… FUCK this man seemed to be as thirsty for touch as I was. His mouth on my throat made me moan a bit too loud. It was enough to make us move up the stairs once more, but two steps up, we were searching for touch again. I nearly tumbled as I yanked him towards me so I could start to rip at his belt. He caught me, crashing his mouth into mine, fingers pressed into my hair with a soft groan as I released the leather bind of his jeans.

There was no hiding intent. We banged down the hall, bumping into walls, furniture; unable to break from each other’s touch. He held me close as he slid the key card into the room’s lock. I sucked on his ear lobe, laughing as he couldn’t get the timing right to push down the door handle when the lock unlatched. It took two tries before he finally grumbled and had to push me back just a bit to get us inside.

The room was not remarkable, even though the only thing in my head was him. His fingers caught the slit of the skirt and tucked inside as I feasted on his tongue. He barely brushed the boyshorts I was wearing and growled wickedly when he found I was drenched through the cotton of the garment.

“Ready for this, aren’t you?” he asked as I nearly ripped off his shirt to reveal miles of his skin for me to mark and explore.

“Honestly, if you don’t get that monster in you pants in me right now, I may have to-”

He grabbed my hips and spun my ass around and bent me over the desk chair, forcing my hands down onto the seat. “You think I’ve got a monster dick?”

I whined a bit as he jacked up my skirt and slid down my panties, giving me a hearty pinch across my bottom. He was humming as he planted a kiss directly on the dip of the small of my back. I felt him lean back and hear the tear of something. I looked back to see him taking out a condom and rolling across what I had suspected all along - fucking monster sized cock was about to send me into orbit.

“Like that, do you?” he asked, voice husky as he rolled the latex across his length. “Big enough?”

I didn’t hide it, I licked the drool from the corner of my mouth with a pitiful moan. “You gonna fuck me good with that, aren’t you…”

A sound between a moan and a chirp pounds itself from my throat as he lines himself up against me. “Be a good girl now. This is all for you.”

He had me clenching around him on the first thrust. He was playing me like his cherry red guitar, eliciting sounds from me that I had never made before. The stretch and sting was top tier as he set a pace that was like one of his guitar solos. He had one hand on my clit while the other pressed against my spine, dipping under the thin fabric of my shirt and pushing it up, as if relishing each bump and twist of my bones until my shirt was pushed up and over my head to pool at my wrists. I was full on panting as he stood me up, still buried deep within me. I shoved the chair aside as he bit into my ear and throat. I was pressed to the desk, cheek down on the laminate with my feet kicked wide so he could have even better access to my pussy. He brought one hand down to palm my ass and he ruthlessly pinched at my breast as he plowed forward. I looked back at him to find his eyes hard on me, his mouth open with a feral breath.

“I will suck that cock tonight,” I demanded, pushing my ass back on him.

“Holy fuck you will,” he concurred, digging his hands into my hips.

He reached out, taking hold of my shoulder, slowing down to press into me so deep I thought for sure he would split me in half. My face fell forward as I sighed over the new rhythm. My skin became drenched in flame as he bent over me, lips on my bare shoulder.

“Cum hard, pretty girl,” he whispered before he flicked my earlobe with his tongue.

My chest exploded as I collapsed forward fully on the desk as I sprayed my climax out onto him. He let out a low groan as he came right after, pulsing into me a few more times before coming to a stop. We both struggled to catch our breath. He twitched and shuttered before he gently pulled himself from me. His palm came down on my back with a whispered ‘stay here’.

By the time he returned, my breathing had gone from ‘holy shit I can’t breathe’ down to ‘I just finished power walking after that lush ass, sir’.

“This is going to be a little cold,” he said before pressing a washcloth against my swollen cunt. I barely flinched as he cleaned me up gently. I started to reach for my panties, but he stopped me. “I’m not done celebrating yet. Are you?”

I grinned as he shyly pressed a kiss to my forehead. I watched as he moved back to the bathroom to clean up further.

“Why don’t you get out of that skirt and meet me on the bed, Y/n,” he said when the water was turned off.

“Which one is yours?” I asked as I draped my clothes over the chair.

“Uh…” He strolled out of the bathroom, his own clothes over his arm, his cock flaccid but still impressive against his thigh. He tossed his clothes on top of the now forgotten desk and steered me towards the bed by the window. He pressed every inch of skin to mine as he kissed me, backing me up until we both fell onto the mattress.

To say we made out is an understatement. I lost myself in his touch: his mouth, his hands, fuck his body. Every press against me made me quiver with anticipation.

“So,” he said in between kisses to my mouth. “New city?”

“St. Paul,” I answered before dragging his lip in between my teeth.

“Job?”

“I’m joining a graphic arts company who contracts with venues for entertainment and corporate events,” I said quietly.

He paused and looked me in my face. “I wouldn’t even know what you do, but it sounds like you’re going to work with the big talent in my field.”

I shrugged. “I will sometimes.”

He kissed me hard once more, his hands sliding down my back. I threaded my fingers in his hair as he kissed down my body. I was already flooding between my thighs as he parted them to make room for himself. He passed a callused finger across the stripe of downy curls, planting kisses to my hip and the top of my thigh.

“I wasn’t planning on being close up ready,” I whisper, blushing over the idea that I had not totally groomed down there for the night. “Sorry…”

He hummed, kissing down in between the curls. “I like it,” he sighed as he breathed in.

I watched as he placed a chaste kiss to each side of where my thighs met my labia. I sucked in a breath as he brushed his lips against the delicate skin, his nose ghosting over the hair. He smiled wickedly as he tongued my clit after pressing me open for his whim. He rolled his eyes up on me, taking in how my breasts bounced a bit as my breath came a little faster. He made eye contact as he sucked me in, circling my nub as he did so. I squeaked. I fucking squeaked and I am not ashamed that I squeaked. He settled in and I had the bed cover knotted in my hand on the right, and tugging at his hair on the left. He blew across the curls before rising up a bit, taking a moment to really look across my body. I felt like a beautiful mess that he was laying claim to.

“Good?” Jake asked, leaning his head against my thigh.

“Yes,” I sighed, unclenching my fingers against his scalp. “So good.”

The corner of his mouth tugged before he lowered down, sliding in one finger as he pushed his tongue against my entrance. I released a gasp as he went into work. My words got filthier the longer he worked my pussy. He hummed, cooed, whispered against my flesh and I begged him for more. I will not say that he was edging, but he would bring me to a high, only to gently let me down a bit before taking me higher than before. It was a beautiful thing that this man was doing to me - it was worship and I accepted it wholeheartedly.

“How about we shift to 69?” I asked as he licked my slit.

He grinned as he pulled himself up and turned around to slide his arms under my thighs to yank me wide open for him. I rolled his balls between my fingers as I nibbled on his thick tip before sinking him down my throat in a hard thrust.

“Holy fuck,” he gasped, as I tugged him while hollowing out my cheeks to let him go with a pop.

“Good?” I asked, trying to look around the heavy cock that was immediately growing hard against my hold.

He nodded as he watched me do it all again. I raised an eyebrow at him before I let him go again.

“I need your words, cupcake,” I said with sass in my tone.

“You’re going to fucking kill me, aren’t you, Y/n?” he muttered before pushing two fingers deep inside me with a firm curl to make me buck my hips.

“No more than what you are doing to me,” I gurgled the words before I began to love on him.

The sounds I was able to draw out of him pulsed into my core and radiated up through my entire body. Fuck this man was better than the little deaths he shot through me. I drew his balls down before tucking a finger to the space behind them. He jolted against me before settling back down. I sucked him down hard before pressing into the spot again with purpose. He let out a startled moan. I let him fall out of my mouth, giving the base of his length little kitten licks to soothe him for a moment.

“Don’t tell me no one has ever done this for you?” I whispered, looking through my own tits at him.

“No,” he said quietly.

“I can reward you so good for the head you just gave me,” I said gently, tickling my finger across the space once more. “But only if you want me to, Jake.”

He lifts his frame a bit higher to come to rest his forehead on my pubic bone. “You’d do that?”

“Oh hell yes,” I answered with a confident smile. “But only if you want it.”

His eyes narrowed a bit, watching as I continued to lick and lap at his shaft and base. His breath was spiking with anticipation as he licked at his lips. “Do it,” he said, his voice filled with rasp.

I took him back into my mouth hard, plunging him in and out quickly to cause the spit to build on my tongue. He’s grinding into me until I hold his hips still, letting him fall from my lips and I scoot back a bit to spit into his already spread cheeks. He gasped out a string of curses as I swirled my middle finger into his velvet. I planted kisses to his thigh as I pumped his cock the best I can at the weird angle. I watched his face as he relaxed, allowing me to sink my finger in slowly. His jaw dropped as I blew across his balls. He groaned as his cheek came back down on my thigh. Both hands were gripping the bed cover tightly. His eyes were shimmering with pleasure as I began to stroke in and out. He sounded beautiful as I tried to see his face, but he’s angled so that I really couldn’t see him, like he was afraid he was going to crush me if he laid down flat.

“Jake?” I asked, before pooling more spit in my mouth to blow it to his hole for more lube.

“Oh my ever loving fuck…” he ground out.

I grinned before I leaned in a fraction, just close enough to lick at the base and his balls once more. Suddenly, he came all over my chest - hard and loud. In his surprise, he lifted himself, my finger still deep within him as if he just realized what had happened. I withdrew and he hissed as he climbed away, cheeks blazing red.

“Jake?” I asked, afraid to move for fear of making a mess.

“Just stay right there,” he said loudly. “I’ll be right back!”

I heard the water at the sink turn on and him deep breathing like he was in a panic. He kept repeating himself, “Come on, come on, come on, come on…”

I awkwardly crossed my legs and tried to be modest, but it was rather difficult with cum that was pooling and dripping off my chest. He rushed back, and I could see he was absolutely flustered and more than a little embarrassed.

“Hey,” I said gently, trying to get his attention as he began to wipe at the mess.

“Oh my god,” he sighed as his cheeks reddened all the more. “I’m so sorry I did that. I - fuck…”

“Hey, Jake,” I repeated, reaching out and touching his arm to stop him. “Why would you be sorry for that? That was something beautiful.”

“Well I fucking cummed on your tits like a two pump chump, Y/n,” he remarked as he went back to wiping me off. “What the hell…”

“No,” I said, catching his hand once again. “Did it feel good?”

“Well, obviously,” he said sharply. “Maybe a little too good.”

“No one’s done that for you. You didn’t know what to expect. Did you like it?”

He stood up as I took his hand. Finally, he made eye contact and the redness of his cheeks began to fade. It was like he was realizing that I was not scolding him for cumming so fast. He grinned before setting back into wiping himself off me.

“I liked it,” he admitted. “I’m pissed that I couldn’t hold on for more.”

I watched as he finished his part and I pushed myself up on my elbows. “Well, is the celebration done yet?”

He laughed. Like threw his head back and laughed as I used his words. He shook his head. He said he’d be right back and took off back towards the bathroom. I will admit, watching that ass sway was a sight to behold. He returned with a couple bottles of water. He opened one before handing it to me.

I waited for him to settle in up against the headboard to lay back against him. I listened to him breathing for a long while. He drew little pictures into my arm as we just collected ourselves and the time we have shared. I was nearly on the verge of dozing when he shifted, drawing my attention back to him.

“I want to make out more,” he whispered against my mouth. “It’s like I can’t get enough of you.”

It’s my turn to laugh a bit. I kissed him deeply before heading to the bathroom for a moment. I took my time in cleaning myself up. I swore I could still feel the heat of his mouth against my skin. It made me smile as I made my way back to him. I paused, finding him sitting up against the headboard, eyes closed and fully relaxed. He was really breathtakingly handsome. He took his hand from his hair that he had been holding and it swished down around his shoulders. He held his hand out for me to join him and I slid in. He rolled me onto my back and brushed my hair back away from my face.

“You’re so pretty,” he whispered before placing a soft kiss to the corner of my mouth.

His body flooded me with warmth and need once more. This kiss was slow and unhurried. We trailed caresses across each other as if relishing the moment so as to not forget it. We were literally moving in two opposite directions - no matter what. This was going to be it, and it was like we were both very aware of that fact. I knew I was just going to enjoy my time in this man’s hands for as long as I could. I rose up against his side, allowing him to wrap his arms around me to bring me in flush. I absorbed his body heat as he stuck his tongue deep within me. I could get used to the way this man kissed me. Damn.

I straddled his middle and brought myself up enough for him to drag those magical fingers back through me once more. Jake hooked his arms under mine and rose up to flip me back so that I was back on my back.

“Hold on,” he replied as he slid off the bed and went to a duffle bag. He returned, tearing open a condom. His eyes flicked to mine as he set the open package on the nightstand. “Sorry. Just needed one of those things.”

“Thank you,” I said as he sunk down against me with a searing kiss.

It did not take long for him to have me panting once more. He tugged and sucked at my breasts. He pushed my legs wide and placed my hands on my knees to hold close to my sides. I watched as he quickly rolled the thin piece of latex onto his shaft, all the while, he encouraged me to keep myself going. He gave a little laugh as he lifted my hips and slowly entered me. We moaned in unison. My head fell back, chin pointed at the ceiling. He was inching in and out, ensuring every point within me was being stimulated. He would pause, buried so deep and give his hips a little grind to make me whimper with joy. He watched my face so closely, so attentively that I wanted to weep. Each strike he soothed and kissed at my skin, soaking me and wringing me out like I was his doll.

He gathered my body up and held on to me tight as he began to move with purpose. I took his place in grinding against him, staying with his body each time he withdrew only to return with force. I held onto him with all that I had. I knew my sounds were filling the air all around us, mixing and melting with his own. It was beautiful and fleeting and mind altering as he fucked into me. I lowered my hand, grabbing his hand firmly and he sucked a deep breath.

“Try that again?” I whispered my question with his face buried in my neck.

“Yes…” he answered back, scraping his teeth against my shoulder.

I pushed my thumb into my mouth, putting as much slick as possible onto it. I pushed on his thigh to get him to open a bit more as he continued to work me. Gently, I pressed the tip of my thumb against his entrance once more. He groaned and I paused, just giving him a little swirl, a little time to adjust to my touch. He whispered he was ready and I pressed as he buried himself to his hilt. We gasped out over the sensation. I had no intention of giving traction to my touch, just to give him this bit. I hooked my digit back and forth, turned it back and forth as he fucked into me harder. I could feel my body tightening, sprinting towards my high. I looked up at him. Sweat formed on his brow as his teeth were sunk into his bottom lip. I was struck by his absolute beauty and nearly cried out because of it.

He looked me right in the eye and slammed into me. I gasped out. I couldn’t hold out any longer. He repeated the move until I was near screaming his name with my thumb in his ass. Satisfied that he had gotten to me, he dropped his chin to his chest and ground into me hard until he came hard. I let my hand drift back to my side. He held tight, planting little kisses across my collar bones. I wiped his hair back from his forehead, trying hard to catch my breath once more.

“Fuck I don’t want to move,” I sighed as he kissed the top of each breast.

“I got it,” he said softly, letting me go.

He stopped and grabbed his boxer briefs on his way to the bathroom this time. I held myself steady as he cleaned himself up before coming back with a fresh wash cloth. He started to wipe me up, but I took over, sitting up and heading towards the bathroom. I took hold of my clothes and shut the door behind me.

I looked fucked out. It was the only thought that struck me as I glanced in the mirror before I sat to pee. That man had just fucked me and I admit I loved every moment of it. I could smell him on my skin. I could feel his heat still in my skin. I wiped up and put myself slowly back together. I gathered my hair up into a messy ponytail and tied it up with the flimsy jeweled tie. I washed most of the smeared makeup off and stood back with glimpses of the memory of what had just happened dancing through my thoughts.

I stepped out of the bathroom to find him scrolling through his phone, the pile of his clothes next to him. He looked up with a sleepy grin.

“I have bus call in about ninety minutes,” he said as he stood up. “Everyone is meeting downstairs at six to head out. There’s a diner that’s open. You want some breakfast? I have a bit of time.”

I shrug as I reach for my own bag. “Maybe.”

I caught sight of myself once more in the mirror over the desk. Fuck. I had never done something like this before. Short term, benefits only hook ups, sure. But one night stands with essentially a stranger? Never. A bubble of panic formed in my chest over not knowing how to handle the situation. But it’s exactly what I wanted from him. One night. A night of celebration. He ducked into the bathroom to take care of himself with a hesitant smile. I glanced out the window. It was fucking four thirty in the morning. Bars were closed. I was two blocks from Patrick’s apartment…

Silently, I tucked my purse under my arm and paused at the bathroom door. My chest felt like it was on fire. I was going to just say ‘I’m heading out’, but instead, I found my hand on the door handle. I walked quickly down the hall to the stairs and down into the still abandoned lobby and out the door. My heart was pounding so fast that I was afraid I was doing something wrong by just leaving. It was awkward and I didn’t do ‘awkward’.

I didn’t stop until I got to Patty’s place. I could hear his voice in his room calling out.

“Y/n? What are you doing back? I’m…” he called from behind his door.

“Just keep fucking her, Patrick. I’m just getting into the shower,” I said loudly, much to the shrill chirp of embarrassment by Sidney. “I’m just gonna crash on the couch.”

And that was it. My night of celebration was over, washed down the drain of the shower. I hoped that Jake was smiling as he headed out from Ann Arbor. I knew I’d be wearing this fucking smile for weeks to come…

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