Trashed and Scattered

I got home just before dinner expecting to find an empty, dark house. Instead I found a bouquet of flowers sitting on the table and an array of fragrant candles in the dining room, with a spectacular dinner ready and waiting for me. A bottle of champagne sat opened on the table with two full glasses. Christ, I knew I couldn’t drink it. I found my fiancé in our bedroom making some last minute preparations. We hadn’t had romance like this in months. Oh, how I missed it, but felt that as soon as I’d enjoy it, it would be long gone and he’d be away on tour. “Oh, hi. I didn’t know how long you’d be out. Zack said you and Alyshia went to lunch.”
He pulled me into his muscular grasp as I inhaled sharply against his chest. “I would have been home sooner if traffic wasn’t so horrid. What’s the occasion?”
“Oh, hold on now. Gotta wait ‘til dinner’s done. I thought about having the boys too but we hadn’t done something with just us in a long time so, in all, this is way better. A lovely evening in with my beautiful bride to be.” I felt my face go red. “How was lunch?”
“Good, good. We talked about your album stuff. Alyshia says Zack’s been too busy to even acknowledge her and the twins. Can’t say I blame him, but Alyshia and I were almost in the same boat with you guys being so wrapped up in this production. God, I don’t remember the last time we even fooled around.”
He smiled widely and pulled me off the ground, careful not to crunch my still-sore side. Yeah, it had been a while since the incident, but Brian was still too strong for me. “That’s what tonight is all about, my love. Getting back to what we used to be.”
“I love that idea, darling. Mm, would you excuse me? I think I ought to slip into something a little less drab.” I’d forgotten I wore a baggy band shirt and torn jeans to lunch today. There was a beautiful gown in the closet Brian bought for me that I’d completely neglected. He set me back on the ground again with a long kiss and left me in my lonesome for several minutes.
I stripped down to my underwear and left the other clothes in a pile in the closet to be picked up later. The dress was still in its plastic sheath, awaiting its purpose of wrapping tightly against my small frame. It was a stunning red with black undertones and an open corset back that could be easily untied. I remembered the day I tried it on, how his eyes lit up. I could barely imagine how he’d react to me wearing it tonight, and allowing it to fall down around my ankles after dinner.
When I’d come out of our bedroom he waited for me in the kitchen with some soft music playing. He wore his tattered rocker jeans and a chain belt that matched his jacket, where underneath he wore one of his band shirts. Tight black fabric stretched across his chest. Oh god, this man. He kicked back on our grey suede couch with his feet on the coffee table, socks off, arms outstretched against the back rest. His black fedora covering his mop of hair. I caught his attention when the red flowing dress appeared under the remaining sunlight peeking through the bay window. I watched his jaw slack off, and his muscles tense just as he was about to jump off the couch and seduce me then. “Fuck…” he trailed off.
I stood in the doorway where the kitchen met the living room and gestured that he join me at the table. I could see the growth in the crotch of his jeans as he shifted and got to his feet. As excited as I was for that, it would have to wait for dinner. “God, you look fucking stunning in that dress.” He mouthed, pressing his torso against my breasts. I could feel his heart thundering. I took off his hat and tossed into the living room. It crumpled when it landed on the floor. Brian would usually get mad when I did that, but the moment was too special tonight. Clothes were clothes.
He sat me at the table and once again joined lips with me. I tousled his hair softly and wrapped my small arm around his neck. If he were to carry me into the bedroom now I would not contest it. Alas, he separated his lips from mine and brought me a plate full of meaty, chunky spaghetti. He then brought his own portion, twice the size of mine. I’d say he could have finished in half the time that it took me to eat it all as well.
“Well, as you might have guessed, we finished recording today. But that’s not the reason why I did this.” My heart lurched. Please don’t be going away. Please, please god. “Tour isn’t going to be until next summer at least.” Oh thank god. I wondered when it was appropriate to tell him my news. Truth was I still needed to take a test. Probably should have picked one up on the way home. “I thought it would be a perfect way to kick off the night. I’m sure you were getting anxious about it. And I know that all the time I’ve been away hasn’t been fair to us. But now it’s just pure focus. All about you, Melissa. And I want to toast to that.”
I glanced at my glass, my heart beating like a roaring beast. Surely he could hear it from across the table. I didn’t touch it. Brian’s face went sour. “Honey, there’s something I’ve been wanting to tell you for a while now. I couldn’t see a good time with you being so busy. And that’s the thing…you’ve been so busy that I had to wait.”
“Melissa, what is it?” I could see sheer panic in his face. “Babe, what’s up?”
“Listen, I know we just got engaged. It’s so fucking soon. We haven’t even thought about the wedding yet. But the reason why I called Alyshia today was so we could share our insecurities. And I had a couple questions for her. I didn’t know how to approach you.” He was getting more and more worked up with each passing second. Fuck, I couldn’t wait any longer. Here goes nothing. “Brian, I think I’m pregnant.”
His glass fell through his fingers and shattered on the floor, flinging little shards in every direction, splashing champagne over everything. His lip quivered. “W…what?”
“I haven’t taken a test yet. But I thought you ought to know. My period was late. Very late. We haven’t exactly been overly careful either. I’ve got everything—the sickness, the soreness. I’m always tired, emotional. You just weren’t here to see it. I was kind of glad because you’d have freaked out for nothing.”
He sat there in his chair, staring at the heaping plate of spaghetti that was starting to get cold. “Holy shit.” He didn’t say much after that. I was certain he was going to pitch a total fit. Instead, he put his face into one hand and started laughing. It wasn’t the kind of laughter I’d expected to come from a man like Brian Haner, like a booming, wild laughter. No, it was a sort of gentle giggle mixed with a slight sobbing. Great, I broke him. “Oh my god. Oh.” I could visibly see tears rolling down his cheeks. Reading his emotions was near impossible sometimes. He pushed his plate away and stepped up to walk over to me. I didn’t know what I expected.
He scooped me up again and held me tighter than he ever did before. I could feel his trembling arms and legs as he sobbed. Crying happy tears, I suppose. “Oh my god, Melissa.”
“I know, baby. But we don’t know for certain until I take a test. Tomorrow I’m going out to buy one. You can come if you like.”
“You’re goddamn right I’ll come with you.” He beamed. I’d never seen this man act this way. Not even when he asked me to marry him. In a way, I was blindsided. And starving. Mostly grateful that he reacted this way rather than become irrational about it. I assumed that the timing with the tour in the coming summer made it extra special. “This is fucking insane. I know we were expecting a night to ourselves but I gotta tell the guys. Even just Matt.” He grabbed his phone and started pecking away at the buttons. Obviously it was a mass text. I knew he wasn’t about to spend the whole night on his phone, and he promised that they wouldn’t barge in just as we were finishing dinner or heating things up in the bedroom.
I had a feeling the passionate romance had died and was replaced with heartfelt, raw emotion. He lost his appetite and waited for me to shovel a few mouthfuls down before I let him carry me to bed. I ate just enough to ease the tiredness that would suffice for a few well-deserved hours under the sheets with him. His hand slid up my thigh and grasped one cheek, anchoring me to him. His heart rate accelerated again and his breathing became quirky, just as my hands began to tremble. It felt almost like the first time we had ever been intimate, naked. Only we were used to each other’s bodies.
I tucked his hair back over his head, holding it back with one hand with a solid grasp just as he had on my rear. His mouth wandered across my jaw bone, my neck. He stopped once his lips grazed my collar where he planted a line of soft kisses across the salient bone. It was like his signature. And hickeys were too juvenile for this moment. I helped him remove my dress without tearing it; a shame it would be to lose such a beautiful gown as expensive and unique as it was. Once the fabric was off my body and tossed upon the dresser, his lips further explored my breasts as he always loved to do.
For a moment I could picture Matt doing the same, but rougher. Oh, how I longed to have that happen again, but Brian was more than enough to keep me happy. Although he lacked the rough edge Matt had used on us both. Sometimes being too gentle got old. Nights like this, however, I didn’t seem to mind.
I’d done the same to Brian as he’d done to me: placed little kisses on his neck and ear. Softly biting his ear, the flesh of his neck. My free hand trailed along the curve of his spine, feeling all the vertebrae that stuck out from his hardened, muscular back. Then I touched his arm, the tight muscle that sent chills up my spine so strongly that my entire body would shudder from effect.
At that point I’d completely lost track of time. It felt like hours had passed, yet I wasn’t about to rush anything. The pace was gradual yet fast enough to set a motion in place, and the night was still young, much deserved after all the time we’d sacrificed over the last few months. I embraced his touch and in turn he embraced mine. All I could hear was the soft moans escape his lips echoed by the hollow beating of his heart. Like seconds passing on a very slow clock face.
We fell into the pillows together and tore away just long enough so that he could remove the remaining portions of his clothes I’d forgotten to strip away: his briefs and the goddamn tank top that illustrated his prominent chest and abdominal muscles. Hell, I practically tore it away. Tossed it all to the floor to worry about when morning came. I felt his length grinding against the inside of my thighs, itching to find the entrance. Brian was in no rush, yet I saw the steady eagerness in his eyes that he never lost since the very first time he even kissed me. They never lost sparkle.
Brian rolled me onto my back, pressing our bellies together, but he was careful not to apply his full weight as he normally did. And as he bent down again to kiss me, I reached between us and positioned him so he could slowly enter. A quiet sigh escaped me. He moaned in subtle appreciation and whispered my name in my ear. He pumped very slowly tonight, unusual for him. It was go hard or go home, but tonight had to be different. It had to be special.
I felt every inch of him within me, against me. Every hair on his bristled chin, every bead of sweat that rolled down his face and body, and every strong heartbeat that resonated strongly against my belly. It went on for hours, and I was getting neither bored nor tender, just worked up enough that at any moment I would come grovelling down around him. I was certain he wouldn’t last much longer. And as I suspected, when I felt his first few quirky pushes, I felt him hit that spot that barely nudged me enough to tip the edge. Brian watched my face as I reached the pinnacle and quickly followed suit, ending it in time to pull out and spray me with sticky cum. I laid there for several moments, absolutely enthralled in the activity, waiting for his return from our bathroom. He had dampened a towel like he always did and helped me clean myself off.
Exhausted, Brian collapsed in a heap of sweat and shaky muscles. He hadn’t yet let me go, but I didn’t want to be let go just yet.

Notes

Eh, something to fill in before it gets rocky. Kind of dreading what I have planned but it might work out for the better...?