Memories Remain

With my head leaned against the window of the car, I stared out at the ocean that spread before me and Brian. After finding a shortcut that led to a little road in front of the beach, we stopped the car and just stayed in silence, enjoying the beautiful sight that was presented to us.

We still hadn’t talked about what had happened yesterday; about our fight and the CD. I knew, however, that Brian was working the ideas in his head and was trying to figure out how to approach the subject. I didn’t prod at it, though, and gave him the time he needed to be ready.

I felt Brian’s hand patting my leg and I looked down at it, smiling when I saw his palm turned up. I placed my hand in his and laced our fingers together, grasping his hand tightly. We both glanced at each other at the same time and chuckled, before Brian tugged onto my arm and I almost fell on him.

"Hey!" I chided, even though a slight smile curled up the corners of my lips.

"Come to my lap," he said, tugging onto my hand again.

"If you don’t want me to squash against the steering wheel you better drop that idea," I told him and his eyes rolled in fake annoyance. With a swift move, he pushed his seat all the way back and leaned it down, too, before smiling at me as if to prove that he won. "Fine!" I exclaimed. "Now put up with my ass on you."

"Just as long as you don’t bounce on my lap, we’re safe," Brian joked as I rose from my seat and awkwardly crossed my leg over the center console and to his side.

Oh, really?

I stifled a chuckle, and once I was completely on the driver’s side, I literally dropped myself on top of Brian. He let out a deep growl and cursed under his breath as I adjusted my position on his lap, purposely applying a little more pressure on his sensitive area.

"You little fuck!" He gasped, a small laugh bubbling out of his mouth, as I too, laughed at the contortions of pain on his face. "You’re awful!"

"Oh, why? I don’t understand? Are you uncomfortable, baby?" I asked, feigning innocence, and Brian glared playfully at me, wrapping his arms tightly around my waist so I wouldn’t move anymore. As my side pressed flush against his chest, I started laughing and tried to somehow loosen up from his hold a little bit, but obviously he didn’t let me. "You should’ve known better! You said the wrong words."

"I said the wrong words?" He asked, his tone a higher pitch than usual. "I only said for you not to bounce-"

"Exactly!" I cut him off with a laugh, retrieving my arm from between us to circle it around his neck, as he narrowed his eyes in utter confusion. I rolled my eyes, still laughing, and shook my head. Men. "You’ll never learn, will you?"

"You’re mean," Brian mumbled, sticking his lower lip out. "I was just trying to be cute."

"Aw," I cooed mockingly, squeezing his head to my chest and making him groan. However, I could see the small smile tugging at his lips as he looked up at me when I pulled away. "Mushy asshole," I chuckled.

He made a weird face and tickled me playfully. “Shut up, Shorty.”

"Never will."

"I’ll shut you up if you don’t," he smirked, his hand skimming around my ass and slapping it. I jolted up in surprise and smacked the back of my hand across his chest, making him chuckle. "You tease me, I payback."

"Shut up, Haner," I mimicked him, talking in a weird voice to piss him off even more.

"Never will," Brian spat back just as jokingly, before we both laughed at our own stupidity.

I looked at him as we simmered down from our laughter, a smile still dancing on my lips, and kissed his cheek soundly. “We’re so amusing.”

A grin graced his features, too, and he squinted up at me. “You mean idiots?”

“That, too.”

"I’m only idiot so you won’t feel too bad all by yourself,” Brian smirked, before he pulled his lower lip between his teeth, waiting for my reaction.

I pursed my lips together and took his arms from around me. “And now you ruined it.”

Brian’s chuckles boomed out on my ears as I tried to crawl away from his lap and he grabbed me by the waist and pulled me back to him, kissing the side of my neck softly. “I love you,” he murmured. I let a smile touch my lips as Brian kept planting a few feathery kisses on my cheek and down my jaw, and deep inside I knew he was still trying to make up for last night. He wasn’t the only one to blame as I, too, had a fair share of the guilt, but this was just how he liked to deal with things. He was a cute little shit, even if he didn’t like to admit it. Turning to face him completely, I brought my hand to his cheek and stroked it with the pad of my thumb.

He looked me in the eyes and gave me an encouraging smile, nuzzling our noses together tentatively. I chuckled and drew him into me, our lips meeting in a slow, yet loving kiss, that spoke much more words than the ones we were willing to voice. As we pulled apart, I rested my forehead to his and knew, right then, that we were okay again. “I love you, too,” I said, letting my hand escape to the back of his neck where a few strays of his hair were screaming to be played with.

He connected our lips with another kiss and rested against his seat. I leaned into him and nestled my head in the crook of his neck. “Tell me,” Brian began, adjusting his hold around my waist, “what did you think of the first tape of the amazing band, Avenged Sevenfold?” He asked, his tone surprisingly relaxed.

I chuckled before kissing the side of his neck and locking my eyes with his. “I really liked it.”

I saw his brown eyes widen in honest delight and a look of proud cross his face. “You did?”

“Uh-uh. But the solos could be a little bit better, though,” I teased, just to have him narrowing his eyes at me, knowing perfectly well I was messing with him.

“One day I’m gonna show you what these fingers can do,” he said, wiggling the said fingers in the air.

“I thought you already had.”

Brian choked on his own intake of air and I giggled. “I can’t believe you just went there.”

“What?” I queried, my tone innocent. “Weren’t we talking about that?”

“Very funny, Ms. perv.”I smiled cheekily and cupped his face to kiss him soundly on the lips, making him laugh a little. “You’re the worst, baby,” he commented with a slight grin, but I could sense the tension starting to build up, so I pushed the playfulness aside and waited for Brian to have the first word.

We stayed in silence for a few more minutes until I heard a small smile leaving Brian’s lips. I cocked my head to the side and looked at him. He did the same thing and our eyes met, infinite questions swimming in his soft brown orbs; infinite words ready to stumble into the air. I thought I was ready to hear what he had to say, but when he spoke I could swear the world had stopped around us. “You know how hard it was for me when you left?” Brian asked, his voice no more than a whisper.

Oh, God, no.

I swallowed the lump that rose in my throat and bowed my head down. “Brian, we don’t really have to go into this now,” I told him, and just as the words left my mouth his palm was pulling my face back up, my gaze forced to meet his.

“Yes, we do. I need you to understand why I wrote those songs.”

Those? Was it more than one?

“Okay,” I murmured, wanting to shift on his lap because of how intense his eyes were as they bored into me. His thin lips twisted lightly into a smile and he placed a kiss on my cheek before taking another deep breath.

“The day you left, Lara, was one of the most dreading days of my life. I was completely terrified and I didn’t want to believe that you’d really left. I tried to call you, and I texted you probably a million times, but you never replied and you never answered my calls either,” he said. “I freaked out. I didn’t know what I was supposed to do. I ran the entire Huntington Beach looking for you. I put the guys looking for you. Even my dad. Everyone. I was going crazy and-” He paused to shake his head and I closed my eyes, not wanting to be here listening to all of this; listening to how I had broken Brian’s heart. “I didn’t understand. I still can’t,” he breathed out.

“I had to leave.”

“No, you didn’t!” Brian insisted, his voice raising. “You fucking didn’t, Lara. I was there for you! I was willing to fucking help you!”

“It wasn’t enough, Brian! You couldn’t do anything! Can’t you see that? It wasn’t up to you!” I shouted back, our faces painted with raw emotion as we stared into each other’s eyes. “You couldn’t have done anything,” I croaked, before I tried to go back to my seat. However, Brian’s arms went around me again and he blocked my actions.

“No, baby,” Brian pleaded softly. “Stay here.”

Sighing, I squinted up at him and saw his puppy dog eyes silently begging, so I let him pull me back and we both settled into one another again. He trailed his knuckles down my cheek and leaned in to plant a kiss on my temple as I leaned into his side. “I don’t wanna fight. I just wanted us to face this once and for all,” Brian said against my hair.

“But I don’t wanna talk about this,” I whispered, already feeling that pang spreading through my chest.

“Then let me be the one talking. Let me get this out. Okay?” I nodded after a moment and his grip tightened around me, his arms so warm as they held me close. “As I was saying, I felt lost. When I realized you weren’t coming back, I lost my shit and it took me a lot of fucking time to be okay again. And writing songs and playing was what helped me most back then. It was a distraction for me; it was the only healthy way I found to express my feelings. Because I did a lot of fucked up things, okay?”

“What did you do?”

“You don’t wanna know,” he smiled, a hint of sadness in his brown eyes.

“You fucked a lot of girls?” I tried, somehow hoping to break the shitty mood around us. Brian laughed whole heartedly and I couldn’t help but chuckle a little as well. “I knew it.”

“I fucked a lot of girls, yeah, and smoked a lot of weed, and then my dad fucked my head,” he explained shortly, making me smile slightly. At my silence, he continued. “So, basically, music was my salvation. I focused on my guitar, on my songs, and obviously some of them turned out to be about you. When I felt a little bit more emotional – and yeah, you can call me wimp now if you want,” Brian chuckled, bringing another tiny smile from my lips. “When I felt sad and missed the hell out of you, I’d pick up a pen and write, or I’d grab my guitar and jam something.”

“That’s how that song came out? Shattered By Broken Dreams?” I questioned, peeking up at him. He offered me a grin and a kiss as he nodded with his head. “It was a very difficult song to hear,” I admitted.

“I know. It was hard to write it.”

Another moment of silence followed. The words spoken lingered in my head and I couldn’t help the guilt from washing over me. Brian had suffered almost as much as I did and it was all because of me. Yet, here he was. I looked up at him and he drew his gaze to mine as well, a hint of confusion painted on his iris as I just stared at him.

“What?” He ended up asking.

“I just love you so fucking much.”

He chuckled and crashed his lips against mine in a much needed passionate kiss, his hand cupping the back of my neck to keep me as close as he could to him. Clutching my fists in his shirt, I raised myself a little and moved to straddle his lap. He skimmed his hands down my arms and rested them on my hips as I circled mine around his neck. His lips worked against mine feverishly, heatedly, and the temperature in that car was surely rising by the second.

Feeling that things were starting to get out of control, I tried to slow down the kiss and hesitantly pulled away from Brian. He pecked my lips softly and rubbed his thumbs on my hips, drawing small circles. We both chuckled a little, our breaths still labored from our make-out session.

"I’m so sorry for everything,” I said gently. “I really am."

Brian let out a sigh and kissed my nose. “I know, baby.”

I lifted my eyes to him and saw a sympathetic smile adorning his thin lips. “I wish I’d never left.”

"It’s too late for that now. And you’re here. That’s all that matters for me."

Bringing my hands down his shoulders and back to his face, I frowned and leaned my forehead against his. “I was such a coward,” I scoffed, closing my eyes.

"You were not a coward. You made a decision. It might have not been the best decision of your life, but it seemed right at the time, I get that."

I pursed my lips together and cracked my eyes open as I pulled back again. “I was selfish, too.”

I heard him chuckle a little and his hands moved up to my back and my arms, his touch soft. “Yes, you were.” He removed my arms from around his neck to grab my hands. I straightened up on his lap to have a better look of his face as he kissed each one of my knuckles. Cheeseball.

"Do you really forgive me?"

He smiled. “Yes. I won’t forget, but you are forgiven. We were kids. I gotta give you that. And it was your dad, so I understand now why you left.”

"It was really hard for me, too, when I moved out,” I confessed, gaining Brian’s full attention as all of his actions stopped. I took the opportunity to keep talking. “When I was at the airport to leave Huntington Beach I got to think, and I was about to tell my mom to forget about New York and go back home, when our flight was announced. My mom looked so relieved I didn’t dare to back down. I just followed her."

"I thought you didn’t want to talk," Brian smirked, resting our united hands on his lap.

"You want me to stop?" I shot back with a smirk of my own. He shook his head and leaned in to press a kiss to my forehead. "You showed me your vulnerable side and it’s only fair I show you mine," I pointed out softly.

"You don’t have to,” he told me more seriously. “I know how big of a deal that is for you."

"Brian, I want to.” I locked our gazes again. “I want to put all of this behind us as well. I’m tired of hanging on the past."

"Me too."

I waited just a few seconds before continuing. “I cried on that plane.” Brian’s eyebrow crinkled slightly at the mentioned and I almost smiled at the cute face. “And not for my dad,” I clarified.

“Oh.”

God, it was hard. I was never one to open up easily to people, and even though it was Brian, I still felt like my throat was constricting and purposely insinuating for me to shut up. However, I knew I had to do this. For both Brian’s and I’s sake, I had to.

“I was so scared. And I felt so bad for leaving you,” I went on. “I don’t think I slept for at least a week,” I chuckled, though it was a humorless chuckle. “You called every time of the day, every day and… One day I got so pissed off I threw my phone out of the window.”

"Wow."

"Yeah,” I laughed lightly, “that’s how fucked up I was."

"Baby-"

“It was really fucking horrible,” I cut him off. “And I want you to know that, Brian. Don’t think it was easy to let you behind; to ignore you; ignore your calls and texts. It was probably the most difficult thing I’ve ever done in my life and one I regret the most,” I said, blinking back the tears. Brian stood quiet, his intense gaze flitting between my two eyes. “I wish I’d been braver.”

The silence remained. For a good couple of minutes, there was no sound coming out of our mouths, as if we mourned the last eight years of our lives. Brian’s hands, still clutching mine, felt hot on my skin and I was forced to look down. I loosened my grip on him and he did, too, his thumb lazily tracing the back of my hand.

"Do you think we’d still be together if I hadn’t left?” I queried. “Do you think we lost all these years because I was stupid?"

"It doesn’t matter, Lara,” Brian sighed, shaking his head and looking at me. “Maybe we wouldn’t be together. And what I would do now, uh? Maybe it was destined to happen. Maybe you left for a reason, and whatever it was, it brought us back together and that’s what’s important for me. I have my Shorty back,” he beamed, making me smile, too.

God.

"I love you."

"I don’t think I’ve ever heard you say it so many times in such a short amount of time," Brian teased, stroking my chin and biting down on his lip.

I fought back a chuckle and slapped his arm playfully. “Just shut up and say it back.”

"I love you,” he laughed as he caught my lips in his, kissing me deeply and slowly, his hands once again roaming my back and sides, teasing me without knowing. I nipped at his bottom lip and pulled it between my teeth. Brian released a moan that went straight to my core and his brown eyes shot open, lust swirling in them. “Oh, baby…” He kissed me again, a soft brush of his lips against mine. “What’re we doing?”

“Are we having the sex talk again?” I giggled and Brian threw his head back with a laugh.

“You want to?”

“Talk or have sex with you?”

His lips curled into a smirk. “Talk.”

“Eh.”

“What if you dump me after we have sex?” He asked, but I knew he wasn’t actually serious. That smile gave him away completely.

“I won’t.”

“What if I fell even more in love with you?”

“Good for me,” I grinned.

Brian chuckled and took a breach of air from my eyes before cradling one of my cheeks in his palm. He placed a few chaste kisses on my lips and then sighed. “I’m scared, though,” he said as he ran his thumb over my mouth.

“Of having sex?”

His eyes softened a little as he looked at me. “Of having sex with you. Of… of the consequences of that.”

“Brian, everything will stay the same. You won’t love me more if we have sex. If I left now, wouldn’t you be crushed?” He smirked, shrugging his shoulders playfully, and I hit him with the back of my hand. “I’m being serious here,” I said, yet couldn’t stop the smile from tugging at the corners of my lips.

“Of course I’d be crushed. I’d probably sit in a corner and cry my eyes out,” Brian joked, making me chuckle.

“Then why are you so scared? It’s sex. Important or not, it’s sex. And we’re both humans. We both have needs.”

“Horny little shit,” he accused with a smirk.

“Shut up, Asshole!”

“I’m kidding. I understand what you’re saying and it makes sense. At some extent,” he added, as if an afterthought. “But then your excuses not to stay with me every night wouldn’t be valid anymore.”

“Yes, they would,” I countered.

“No, they wouldn’t. You’re already attached to me,” Brian smirked. “It’s not some nights at my house that will make you more attached. It’s sleeping. Important or not, it’s sleeping. And we’re both humans. We both have n-”

I rolled my eyes as I realized he was repeating my speech. “Shut up,” I cut in, chuckling. “Idiot.”

“But I am right,” Brian laughed, hooking his hands on my lower back.

“But if I leave I won’t be able to sleep anymore because you won’t be there. Yet, you still get to have sex. So, no, it’s not the same.”

“Then don’t leave,” he said, smiling, his shoulder jolting in a small shrug. “Easy.”

“You promised me make-up sex today, though.”

With an eye roll, Brian let a grin slip onto his lips. “I’ll give you make-up sex later.”

My eyes widened at that and I held onto his arms to control my excitement. “Really?!”

“Does oral count?” He laughed.

“Brian!”

*****


"Guess who’s having the biggest party ever tonight?" Brian whispered in my ear as he caught me by surprise from behind, his arms circling around my waist.

I smiled and turned in his hold, placing my hands on his chest. “Who is it?”

"I heard that someone really short and with ginger hair was going to celebrate their anniversary," Brian said, his cheekbones rising in the silliest grin ever. He looked such a little kid when he did that.

"Oh, is that so?" I teased, poking his pecks. "I have no idea who that person might be."

Brian pretended he was thinking about it, his head tilting up toward the ceiling as he scratched his chin. “She’s standing right in front of the hottest guy on this planet?”

Laughing, I rolled my eyes and shook my head at him. “Now I don’t really know who you’re talking about.” I pulled away from him and grabbed the remote for the TV, well aware of the look of shock on his face.

"Ah. Ah." Brian tickled my sides and we both erupted with laughter when I tripped on my feet and almost fell on the couch. "Don’t kill yourself, baby. I know I look good, but…"

"Shut up," I chuckled, hitting him lightly on his chest with the remote. Kissing my cheek, he kept smiling as he draped his arm over my shoulder and we sat down on the couch.

"You should go get ready," he advised.

"Brian is 10 am," I stated, glancing over at him. He shrugged his shoulders, the smile on his lips not once faltering. "What’s that smile for?"

He breathed in deeply and closed his eyes. “It’s a beautiful day,” he chortled.

"You’re the worst liar in this entire world."

"First, it is a beautiful day," Brian started, his brown eyes finding mine, "and secondly, you have no fucking idea what’s going on and it’s awesome."

I slumped out my lower lip when he started laughing. “You’re horrible,” I told him.

"It’s gonna be worth it, I promise."

"It better be!” I threatened and pointed my index finger at him. “Because you’ve been teasing me about it for an entire week and I swear to God I’ll hit your fucking balls if this party sucks.”

“Wow, no pressure, uh?” Brian said with a chuckle and I couldn’t help but let one out as well. This frustration and curiosity were killing me and it made me slightly aggressive.

Yeah, just slightly.

The day dragged on really slowly; so slowly I found myself lying on the couch with my head hanging at the edge as I made the countdown. Brian would walk around, getting things ready, making numerous phone calls, whispering in the kitchen. It was cute. But it was driving me nuts. At six o’clock, he appeared in the living room and burst out laughing at my current position.

“Baby, you’re gonna die if you don’t sit up straight soon,” he told me with his hands on his hips. I slowly rose, feeling light headed and dizzy. Maybe Brian was right after all. “Come on, I’m gonna make one last call and then you and I are gonna go shower.”

At the word shower, I jumped from the couch and beamed at him. “Shower?”

Brian’s brow quirked up and he smirked. “Yes, shower.”

“Like… shower shower, or funny shower where I lay my hands on you?” I smiled.

Brian chuckled and moved toward me, cupping my face in his hands. “We’ll see.” Leaning down, he planted a kiss on my nose and another on my lips, before backing away and retrieving his phone from his pocket.

I huffed and walked past him, but not without slapping his ass first. “Hurry up!” I called over my shoulder as I darted to the bathroom, Brian’s laughter echoing from behind me.

I stripped the Brian’s shirt I was wearing and discarded my panties on the floor, before turning the water on and adjusting the temperature. While I waited, I wrapped my arms around my naked body because of a shiver that went down my spine. The bathroom was chilly and so was the floor. It wasn’t long until the water became warm and soon enough I was stepping inside the bathtub.

I hummed some random song that was stuck in my head as I stood under the water, running my hands through my hair. I was about to grab my shampoo when I heard the door of the bathroom open and Brian’s shadow behind the curtain. Smirking, I dropped the bottle back where it was and resumed my position facing the wall. I could feel Brian watching me as I continued to soak under the hot water; his presence making my body jolt awake with anticipation. Ignoring him was probably the hardest thing, especially if we were both in the shower, but I knew it would pay off in the end.

Brian cleared his throat after a while, and I glanced behind my shoulder, trying to suppress the smile from taking over my lips when I saw his smirk. “Hi, baby.”

“Don’t hi-baby me,” he replied, “I know what you’re doing.”

I raised both of my eyebrows as I turned around. “What am I doing?”

“Shorty, Shorty,” Brian smirked, slowly padding toward me, “you should know better.”

It’s working!

As soon as Brian got close to me, I stepped aside and pulled him under the water, trading places with him. “I need shampoo,” I announced, giggling at the look on his face. I bent down, more than the necessary, to grab the shampoo and poured some into my hand before facing Brian again. He was in the exact same spot with the exact same expression. “What?” I asked with fake innocence.

“Nothing,” he answered, recovering from his trance and spinning around, “nothing at all.”

Was that a smirk?

I frowned and held the shampoo in my hand as I kept looking at Brian’s bare back. And ass. It was hard not to stare at his ass. I saw his hands escaping to his hair, his fingers running through his now wet locks, but it wasn’t until he started moaning that I realized he was also teasing me. The bastard.

Tiptoeing in Brian’s direction, after dropping the bottle of shampoo, I kissed his shoulder blade and pinched his ass, making him howl in pain and jump a little. He quickly turned to me and rubbed the sore spot. “Ouch. That fucking hurt.”

“Then don’t moan in the shower,” I scolded.

“You started it, you little tease.”

“That’s the only way I get to have some,” I explained as he tilted my chin up between his fingers, his lips still twisted into that familiar smirk. “You’re bound to torture me without any physical contact.”

Brian leaned in, our mouths ghosting over each other, “Shut up,” he murmured, before claiming my lips in a hot kiss. I made an internal victory, high fiving myself for this idea. I was backed up against the wall, Brian’s body pressing hard on my front and leaving no room for any sort of movement.

I lifted my hands to his chest and then the sides of his neck as our kiss deepened, his tongue meeting mine with a passionate need, yet tenderly. I melted against him; against his touch as his hands made sure to roam every inch of my naked skin; his fingertips whispering on the most sensitive parts of my body.

Parting his lips from mine, Brian wasted no time in trailing kisses down my jaw, my throat, and I couldn’t help the grin that crossed my face. “Is this what you wanted?” He panted, biting my cheek softly.

I cupped his face in my hands, the water falling in his eyes, and nodded. “Yeah.”

“Only this?”

I smirked and shook my head. “Nope.”

Feeling Brian’s hands skimming to my waist, I pulled my bottom lip between my teeth and tried not to let the moan slip out. “What do you want then?” Brian asked, his voice arousing me even more.

“Your dick,” I said just to have Brian doubling over with laughter.

“Oh my God, are you serious right now?”

“What? It’s true!” I smiled, and he shook his head, still laughing. Lowering my gaze to between our bodies, my smile widened even more. “And it seems that your dick wants me, too,” I stated.

Upon following my eyes, Brian smirked and shrugged his shoulders dismissively. However, he did surprise me when I went to touch his hard-on and he pushed my hand away. “Nuh-uh,” he sang, pinning my hand against the wall beside my head and intertwining our fingers. “No touching,” Brian whispered on my lips, his brown eyes locked with my lust filled ones.

Before I could even protest, he leaned forward and attached his lips to mine, kissing me way too slowly for my own good. I whimpered lightly when his free hand groped my breast and his mouth left my lips to graze over my ear. His tongue licked right behind it before he nipped at my earlobe. “You like this, baby?” Brian asked, applying just a little pressure on my breast. Unable to speak any word, I nodded with my head and used my unpinned hand to hold myself onto Brian’s shoulder.

“Talk to me,” he ordered, amused.

“I can’t talk, Asshole,” I wheezed, another whine rolling out of my lips when he bit on my neck unexpectedly. I could almost swear it was the same spot of the other day; the only hickey he had ever left me with.

“Feisty as always, uh?”

I grinned to myself and reveled in the feeling of his tongue on my hot skin, caressing the bruised area softly as the water soothed the sting as well. As I tilted my head to the side to ease his job he pulled away. Furrowing my eyebrows, I looked at Brian and watched him biting down on his lip.

Ugh.

“Why would you stop?” I complained, realizing that both of my hands were freed from his grasp. I placed them on his chest and clawed onto his skin, just how he liked it. Groaning, Brian wrapped his arms loosely around my waist and kissed my lips.

“Because… my dick is fucking killing me here,” he chuckled.

“Let me help you?” I smiled sheepishly.

Brian gripped my hips in a way that told me he was trying to control himself and shook his head. “No,” he breathed out. “You first.”

The words had barely reached my ears when Brian’s lips silenced my thoughts with a kiss, his mouth working against mine hotly while his hands explored my body. I felt tingles everywhere, goosebumps forming whenever he touched me, and all these sensations were pooling right between my legs. One could only take so long and I didn’t know how much more there was for me. “Brian,” I murmured, tangling my hands into his black hair.

“Are you wet for me?”

“Dripping,” I answered without thinking twice.

“Oh, really?” He teased, and it was then that I felt his fingers travelling to exactly where I wanted them to be. Finally! “How much do you want me?” Brian breathed in my ear, his voice sending shivers down my spine and making me quiver.

I tried to focus on the words I needed to let out, but with his hand so close to my opening it was almost impossible. I circled my fingers around his forearm and buried my face in the crook of his neck when he ran one digit over my folds. “Just do something. I swear to God, Brian…”

“You swear to God what?” He laughed. “Uhm?”

“Brian,” I grunted.

“Come on, I’m waiting.”

I was so going to kill that bastard when we were done. “I’m not begging for you, if that’s what you want,” I sneered, squinting up and seeing the amusement on his face.

“Really?”

“Really.”

Stepping back from me a little, Brian chuckled, “Alright then.” However, I gave him no time before I was pulling him back to me by his arm, his laughter only increasing with my actions.

“Remember the last time you did that?” I asked, fighting back a smile of my own as his goofy grin took over his lips and blinded my frustration.

“Oh.”

“Oh is the right word.” Placing a hand next to my head, Brian hovered over me again, his chest almost touching mine. His closeness itself made my knees wobble, but adding that to the look on his now dark brown eyes, and I was putty in his hands. I just couldn’t let him know that. “So?” I prodded, steam flowing around us.

Running the tip of his tongue over my pursed lips, he smirked. Jesus Christ. “This time you win. But don’t get used to it,” he warned and I wasted no time attacking him with kisses, both of us laughing afterwards. “Sex freak.”

“I’m just happy I win,” I said as I pressed a light kiss to his jaw. Brian glided his hands down my arms, his lips finding mine yet another time. They were so addictive and I couldn’t get enough of them for anything in this world. Reaching my lower back, Brian’s palms stopped, but only for a brief moment, before continuing down further to the curve of my butt where they squeezed. I couldn’t help the moan that followed, the sound muffled by Brian’s restless lips.

But much to my dismay, he pulled away all too soon, both of our breaths labored. He nuzzled my neck softly and my head fell naturally against the wall. Moving one of his hands to my stomach, Brian raised his head and looked me in the eyes. “I love you,” he told me and just as I smiled, he guided his fingers to my core and pushed one of them in, slowly and teasingly. My back arched into him instantly and my eyes drifted close at the feeling.

“God, Brian,” I groaned.

“Most people know me as Brian, but yeah you can call me God, too,” he chuckled, a smirk plastered on his face. But before I could even comment on that, he pressed his lips to my cheek and added another finger, starting then with a steady, yet slow, pace.

He just loved to torture me, didn’t he?

“You feel really nice, baby,” Brian murmured against my skin and I could tell he was smirking just by the way his voice sounded. “And wet.”

“I told you,” I puffed and he let out a small chuckle, curling his fingers just slightly so they grazed against the walls of my entrance. Pleasure rippled through me like a wave and I found myself shuddering under his body. “God!”

“Oh, thank you. God again. That’s quite the compliment,” he joked and I struggled with myself, not knowing if I wanted to laugh or just moan. Maybe both; however, the only result was a strangled snort that had Brian laughing almost hysterically. I just really wanted to punch him.

“Stop laughing!” I cried, desperate to have his fingers moving. “In case you don’t remember, you’re inside of me, okay?” At this Brian collected himself, mostly, and turned his gaze back to mine, though with a smile still playing on his thin lips.

“I do remember,” he said, and just to prove it he began to pump them again. My legs gave in underneath me and made me search for support, which happened to be Brian’s arm. I couldn’t control my grip on him as the pleasure took over my senses, but I did know I had a tight grasp. “See?” He whispered, his mouth inches from mine, so tempting.

I sealed the gap with a kiss and Brian gladly returned it, a new hunger consuming both of us. Moved by the eagerness and the increase of that tormenting longing in my lower tummy, my tongue delved deeper into Brian’s mouth, dominating the kiss. I could feel his fingers starting to move faster, but not too much, and slowly but surely building up my orgasm.

I pulled away to gasp for air and sucked on his swollen bottom lip, releasing a loud grunt from his throat. “Jesus, baby. I’m gonna come just by the way you’re kissing me,” he breathed, planting quick pecks on my lips and chin as he continued to thrust his fingers. I was about to reply when his thumb pressed against my clit.

“Shit, Brian” I moaned.

“Um, baby,” he hummed in my ear, circling my clit gently, “keep moaning my name like that and I might just take you right now.”

Oh my fucking God. My body jerked at his words, and if I was aroused and ready to pounce on him before, now I felt ten times worse. “You can’t be real,” I whimpered, my voice not strong enough to be louder than that.

I heard his low chortle; felt his lips leaving a trail of wet kisses from my ear to my jaw, his tongue ravishing my skin along with his teeth. I couldn’t take it. My thoughts were clouded with lust; like a blur of pure bliss, and Brian’s words only worsen my state. “You can take me. You have to take me, Brian,” I rushed, “you really do. I’m not even joking.”

Chuckling again, Brian nodded as if ignoring my rants and added a third finger, gazing my reaction and smiling when he heard me curse. “Ah-ah.”

“Asshole,” I muttered, even though I couldn’t stop the grin from showing; couldn’t stop the sounds of honest satisfaction that fell from my lips as he smoothly slid the three fingers inside of me.

“Aw, you love me.”

I shut my eyes close when he dug even deeper, his thumb working faster against my sensitive bundle of nerves. I held myself onto his tattooed arms that were glistening under the running water, while my breaths came out in small puffs, shallow and shaky. I could feel my orgasm creeping up on me, tightening in my stomach, and I knew I wouldn’t last much longer.

“Feeling good, baby?” Brian asked, drawing his face into my neck and showering me with small bites. His voice was so gruff, so sensual, I found myself getting closer by it. After I replied with another incoherent moan, Brian’s warm tongue paid special attention to my collarbone. I was overwhelmed with all the sensations he was able to awake in me.

And as I felt my walls beginning to tighten around his fingers, Brian coached my chin in his free hand and kissed me hard and deep. He retrieved his hand and fingers from my pulsing core and shut the protests he knew they were coming by giving me a simple kiss. “Easy, baby,” he cooed, smiling. Grabbing my hips with both of his hands, Brian dropped to his knees in front of me, his mouth skimming over my breasts and past my stomach, heading straight to between my legs.

Inevitably, I let a whimper escape through my parted lips when he placed a soft peck just above the line of my groin. His hands would rub ghost paths on my hips, eventually on my bum, and I wasn’t going to lie. I really liked it.

“Holy shit, I’m gonna fall on my ass if we do this here,” I panicked, holding myself on the wall when Brian grabbed my leg and pulled it over one of his shoulders.

“I won’t let you fall,” he promised, his eyes lowering to my sensitive area and making my insides twist with desire. He hadn’t even touched me yet and I was already a hot mess.

Brian inserted two of his fingers again and built up a solid pace, and just as I felt all the tingles returning back to my belly, he leaned forward and ran his tongue over my clit. I almost fell apart as he did so, my legs losing their strength and making me hold even tighter on the wall. Not that it was much of a help.

“Oh, my God,” I moaned when he repeated the action, however this time he didn’t stop. Everything worked perfectly in sync, his fingers, his tongue, and I quickly dozed off into a state of ecstasy. All I couldn’t think about was the pleasure shooting through me like a drug.

Burying my hand into Brian’s hair, I encouraged him to continue, tugging onto those soft, wet locks as he brought me to the so wanted orgasm. It took him only a flick of his tongue on the right place and a curl of his finger, and I was coming undone on him. Endless moans cascaded from my mouth and I couldn’t bring myself to open my eyes as Brian rode me out of that intense moment.

I was so caught up in the aftermath that I didn’t notice Brian rising back to his feet until he cradled my face in his hands, taking the sticky hair from my eyes. As soon as I cracked them open, he connected our lips with a long kiss, the perfect topping to finish his treat. God, I felt so light and in paradise.

“Damn, Brian, that was so good,” I breathed out, kissing him again as I moved my hands up and down on his back.

“I can’t imagine why,” he smirked, brushing his thumb against my cheek.

Quirking my brow at him, I placed a hand on my hip. “Do you want me to get out of the shower so you and your ego can fit here?”

Brian broke out laughing and shook his head, circling his arms around my back and leaning in to kiss the smile off my face. Yet, I could only beam even more at him as I felt his excited friend pressing against my tummy. “Are you trying to kill me with your boner?” I queried and Brian looked down, his hand instinctively reaching for his hard-on. That simple gesture was enough to leave me all bothered again.

“I don’t know about you, but my boner surely is killing me,” he stated, pumping himself gently.

Oh, boy.

“Is it my cue to return the favor?” I asked as I stole an innocent kiss from his lips and ran a finger down his stomach and back up.

Nodding, Brian filled the space between us again and poured his need into a passionate kiss, my back hitting the wall with the force. I slapped his hand away from his throbbing member and replaced it with mine, making him groan into the kiss. “Um, baby,” he growled on my lips as I began to move my hand along his length. I made sure to tease him a little, just like he did to me, and slowed down my movements to an agonizing pace. “

“Enjoying the torture?”

“I guess I deserve that.”

“And more!” I stressed, adding an extra hand into the mix to stroke his balls lightly.

Brian shivered under my touch and bit down on his lip, before his palms went flying into the wall and landed right on both sides of my head. I giggled at his reaction and couldn’t resist the temptation to kiss his neck, lapping at the skin and catching a few drops of water. Brian’s moans would roar in the air constantly and the sound only fueled my desperation. I had barely recovered from my highlight and I was already eager for more, my skin screaming for his touch.

Increasing the speed of my hand a little, I could feel him growing, getting even harder than before. I looked down at it and my legs shut closed out of instinct. I needed some sort of contact, some sort of release, and watching Brian in a pool of delight because of me wasn’t helping at all. “Someone’s getting too excited with this,” he murmured, a smirk laced with his voice. I met his eyes and smirked, too, upon confirming my suspicions.

“Maybe you’ll need to take care of me again,” I shot back, rubbing my thumb over the tip of his cock and snickering as he lost his composure. “What? Tasting your own medicine?”

After breathing through his nose a few times, Brian dropped his hands to grab my face and glued his lips to mine. Forcing his tongue into my mouth, he swallowed all the moans I had to offer and my hands stopped working, unable to continue. Brian’s scent, his taste, everything about him invaded me like a storm and I couldn’t function anymore. I held his wrists tightly, feeling powerless against him, and the worst part was the fact that I was actually enjoying it.

When he pulled away I had to remind myself how to breathe again, how to stand on my legs. “Holy shit, Brian,” I hissed, wide eyed, as he rested our foreheads together. His touch softened; his thumbs caressing my cheekbones, while his body gently pressed against mine.

“I’m going insane with you,” he whispered, but contrary to me he had his eyes shut close, his breathing still a little fast. “You, me, and the shower is the best and the worst combination ever.”

“Just because you want to,” I said, knowing exactly what he meant by that. “I’m not stopping you.”

Smiling, Brian finally looked at me. “You’re ruining my plans.”

“What plans?”

“My plans of giving you birthday sex on your birthday.”

I gasped at the information, only to have Brian chuckling at me. He kissed me softly a few times before deepening the kiss, not giving me enough time to process his words. I don’t think I had ever kissed Brian so much in just a few minutes, but I wasn’t complaining. “What do you wanna do?” He questioned as he changed roots and decided to abuse of my neck.

How was I supposed to think when he did that?

“It’s more like, what I want you to do,” I corrected as I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and moaned softly at the feel of his lips on my skin.

“What do you want me to do?”

Oh, God.

“Honestly?” I attempted.

I felt him nod with his head. “Of course.”

Leaning forward to reach his ear, I took a deep breath and gained the courage I needed to say it. “I want you to fuck me.” Brian didn’t even flinch or thought twice before hoisting me up in his arms. I let my legs circle his waist and felt the head of his cock at my opening, ready to enter. My heart started racing on the next second and I locked my eyes with him, surprised. “Really? You’re not fighting me back?”

“It doesn’t make sense anymore. I love you and I trust you one hundredth percent, baby. This is my proof.”

I smiled the widest I had in a really long time and crashed my lips against his. “Fucking finally!” I laughed, not hiding the excitement from my voice as I bounced on his arms. Brian shook his head at me, his lips cracking into a grin. He used the wall to help him support my weight. We wouldn’t want his arms to get tired, would we? “You’re not giving in just because your dick is about to explode, are you?” I asked, narrowing my eyes at him.

“What?” He chuckled. “Of course not. I think.”

“Brian!”

“I’m kidding. Obviously that’s not the only reason,” he smirked, and I couldn’t help but roll my eyes at his antics. He was such a silly fucker. “You’re not in a good position to roll your eyes at me, Shorty.”

“Excuse me? For someone who has a boner you’re talking too much,” I spat back, causing Brian’s smirk to grow just a little higher. I mimicked his face to mock him and he rotated his hips so that the head of his hard-on rubbed right against my clit, so sensitive it was from the earlier stimulation. Jolting with the unexpected sensation, I groaned and arched my back off the wall. “You’re a dick,” I mumbled as I craved my nails into his shoulders.

“Oh, are you addressing my dick, now?” Brian laughed, clearly pleased with the result of his hips’ movement. With one arm around my lower back, he used his other hand to trace invisible drawings on my wet skin. “That should be fun.”

“You know what should be fun-”

“Thrusting into you right now and cut you off?” He guessed, burying only an inch of his hard member into my core and ceasing all the possible words that were about to escape from my lips. I cried out a moan instead and threw my arms around his neck to hold myself. “Um… so tight,” he purred in my ear. “You want more?”

Grasping the ends of his hair, I kissed his neck and silently nodded. Slowly, Brian shoved more of him inside of me and I had to bite my cheek to keep myself from screaming out his name. He stretched me with his length as he dug deeper and I’d never felt so full and complete in my entire life. “Oh, my God,” I whined as I felt my heart pounding strongly against my ribcage and my blood speeding through my veins. I couldn’t believe this was real. “We’re really doing this,” I stated, tightening my grip around his neck. “Holy shit.”

“Oh, yeah, baby. I can feel it. You’re not dreaming,” Brian spoke, his tone also strangled with emotion as he stopped moving and just held me there for a moment. I tried to even out my breathing but each time I did another wave of millions of feelings washed over me.

“Oh, God, Brian.”

“Look at me,” he pleaded softly and I leaned back a little to do as he told me. When our eyes met we both chuckled before drowning in each other with a heated kiss. This time it felt different, though. The way his tongue caressed mine; the way he moved his hands on my back and hugged me so tenderly made me realize that this was the very first time someone made love to me. “You’re amazing, baby,” he whispered. “And my dick is having a blast right now.”

I smacked his arm but couldn’t bring myself to be mad at him. Not right now. Not when I felt this happy. I could see now that it was always him. I didn’t want, and didn’t need, anyone else by my side. “I love you,” I told him truthfully, making him smile. “Now can you, please, just move?”

He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, and giving my lips another kiss, he pulled back from me and then pushed all the way in again. The friction we felt was almost too much to handle. The foreplay we’d had driven us near the edge, and having the real thing now was just so good I didn’t think we were going to last long. “This is heaven. I’m in heaven,” Brian grunted, nuzzling my cheek and planting eventual kisses on my jaw.

“Better than heaven,” I panted, tugging at his hair and relishing in the feeling of his skin against mine. The hot water that dripped from above us made it all the more erotic. Brian’s tattoos shone on his arms as the droplets slid down his skin and I just wanted to lick them all, one by one.

Brian gradually quickened up his pace, his thrusts sending my head in a spiral each time, and soon enough we were both moaning without end. After fantasizing about this moment so many times before, I never thought this would be so much better. Having our first time together in the shower was indescribable and I couldn’t be happier. “What’s the smile for?” Brian managed to ask as he pushed me higher against the wall, his lips barely touching mine.

“Wouldn’t you want to know?” I smirked, roaming my hands over his shoulders and down his arms as his hips rolled against mine skillfully. Chuckling darkly, Brian captured my lower lip in his teeth and then sucked on it until it was swollen. Releasing it with a pop, he kissed me hard and thrust even deeper into me. My head was thrown back as an electrical shock spread through my spine and crashed right against my core. And that was just the beginning, I knew.

He repeated it, over and over again, going slow but so deep. For the second time that day, my stomach began to tighten, that ball of pleasure preparing to burst. Brian’s kisses became more desperate, more aggressive, and whenever he talked his voice went straight to the right places. “You just love the dirty talk, don’t you, Shorty? It sends you so much closer to the climax. It makes you breathe harder, faster,” he said, his husky tone only adding to the fuel. “Yeah, baby. I’m following you right behind.”

I closed my eyes, not able to concentrate on anything but the pleasure emerging within me. “God… I can’t with this,” I croaked out as Brian kept moving his hips restlessly, whispering in my ear how good I felt and how close he was. His voice!“If you talk again, I’m gonna come,” I joked, however, I didn’t know how much of a joke that was.

“Really?” He asked, gravelly, and my legs surrounded his waist even more, pulling him closer to me, forcing him to go even deeper. “Oh, oh… indeed you are,” he mused with a chuckle.

“Brian… I’m serious,” I groaned, roughly dragging my hands down his arms.

“Alright, baby. Hold on tight,” he ordered, before tightening his grasp around my lower back and freeing one of his hands. My arms rounded his neck like he had advised, and without any warning, Brian reached between our bodies and stimulated my nub with his knuckles. It took no longer than a few seconds for me to come undone around his cock, my body shaking, convulsing as the orgasm flooded through me. I lost the count of how many times Brian’s name fell from my lips, and as he sought for his released as well my climax only prolonged even more.

“Fuck, baby,” he hissed as he, too, came, filling me with his hot liquid. “Fuck…. Fuck… God, Lara…” Brian breathed out as he softened inside of me, both of us completely spent and tired. Leaning his head on my shoulder, Brian dropped my legs and just pulled me into his arms. The water acted as a soothing whisper on our sore bodies and it felt amazingly good.

“We did it!” I exclaimed, even though I felt like collapsing. “High five!”

Pulling away from me, Brian laughed out loud as he saw my palm turned to him. He high fived me nonetheless, shaking his head at me. “You’re crazy. But I love you.”

“Aw. I love you, too,” I chuckled, burying myself into his embrace and grinning as he held me tightly.

We did it!

“Was it good?” Brian asked after a few minutes of us hugging each other under the water, his hand running through my hair every once in a while.

I frowned at the doubt in his voice. Was he really worried about it? “Brian, it was awesome,” I assured, squeezing his middle to prove my point even more. “More than awesome.”

“I thought so, too. I just wanted to check,” he laughed and pressed a kiss to my hair. “Dirty talk. It’s my weapon now,” he teased and I slapped his ass, hiding my smile in his chest. I couldn’t get over the fact that we had done it. The whole, mind blowing sex.

“Can we skip the party and repeat this?”

“No,” Brian chortled.

“Why not?” I pouted, giving him my puppy dog eyes. “No one will notice our absence,” I tried.

“Of course not. Who would notice the birthday girl?” Brian scoffed and my lips slumped even more at the pointed look on his face. He was mean. “Besides, I put a lot of effort into this. Don’t fail on me now, baby.”

“Fine.”

I stepped away from him to grab my shampoo when I heard a faint sigh. “Hey,” Brian called softly. As I turned to him, he walked over to me and cupped my chin in his hand, his gaze fixed on mine. “I think I really love you more now.”

Notes

Ah-ah! They finally did it! :p
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