*Carry On*

**Kaylyn's POV**

Brian and I are in the middle of a pretty hot makeout session when his phone starts playing an upbeat, almost Caribbean vibe tune, and the voice kind of sounds like...Zacky. Ugh, he has the worst timing!!!

I can't fight the growing pain in my chest as Brian pulls away and answers his phone. God, why is it so hard to be away from him?? He's like a magnet that I can't help but be drawn to.

The call ends and Brian turns back to face me but the lustful look he had before is gone. I open my mouth to ask him what is going on but he starts talking before I get the chance, "We need to get you some clothes if you are coming to Matt's with me" and tries to hand me his credit card.

There is no way that I would ever spend a dime of his money.. especially, after hearing how Aubrey used him only to get to it. "Brian, I'm not going to spend your money and I can just hang out here with Pinkly today," I state and take a seat in one of the nearby chairs. "I'll just wear this until my stuff arrives." I tease to see how he is going to react... and to be honest, I'm blown away by his response.


"By hell you are!" No girl of mine is going to wear some old boxers and an old shirt in front of my friends!" he spits out quickly, but curses when he realizes his slip of the tongue.

I struggle not to smile because his subconscious admission means that he does have feelings for me that his consciousness is fighting to suppress. Whatever, I'll take what I can get!


Brian stomps out of the studio and heads back into his bedroom. I creep back down the hallway and lean my back against the hard wooden frame and fantasizing about Brian pining me against it and fucking me until I physically can't take it anymore. Whoa, I need to cool my jets before I screw this up! I need to just be myself and see if he comes around slowly.

'Be his friend, be his friend..' Keep reminding myself but can't help but groan internally because that sound both sexually and emotionally disappointing, 'Ok, be his friend with benefits...that's better!'

"What are you doing?" I ask and he jumps slightly in surprise.


He walks over and shoves a pair of women's jeans in my hands but doesn't meet my eyes, "Here.. put these on and meet me in the car in five, and no buts about it, Rizzo. And hurry, we only have a few hours before rehearsal." he spits out quickly before heading back down the hallway.

I wait until he's out of ear shot and softly reply, "Whatever you say, buddy...your wish is my command"

I hold the jeans up and examine them...they look about my size but they seem like they will be a little short in length. I walk into the bathroom and grab a pair of scissors out of the drawer and turn them into cut-off shorts.

I slip off Brian's boxers since I don't need them sticking out of the bottom of the shorts, giving the guys a reason to be suspicious of our 'friendly' arraignment. I silently pray that whoever left these here did not have a STD because seriously, what normal person would leave without their pants?!?

I run my fingers through my barely damp hair to get the knots out before checking my reflection in the mirror...hmmm, I should put a bra on but he said 5 minutes and it's already been 4.

I rush outside and lean against his car and wait for him to come down and notice my appearance...I'm not sure this is any less revealing than the boxers were. FIFTEEN minutes later Brian shows up with his arms full of gear and stops dead in his tracks when he sees me.

"I thought you said in five, Haner," I tease and I can see his eyes growing hungry with lust.

"Get in the car, Rizzo" he orders and I hold my hands up in mock surrender as he packs the gear into the trunk before sliding in and asking me "Where to?"

"Surprise me" I giggle as he backs out of the driveway and starts driving to god knows where. I rest my head back on the headrest and roll my shoulders in an attempt to release some of my body's tension.

"You're distracting me.." Brian mutters and I turn my head to face him.

"I'm distracting you by sitting here?" I ask innocently and he rubs his hand over his face.

"Why didn't you put on a bra? And, why did you cut the jeans into tiny cut-off shorts?" he almost moans but catches himself before he does.

A playful smirk crosses my lips, "Well, I cut the jeans because they were too short, and I didn't have time to put on a bra afterwards because you told me to be at the car in 5 minutes...no.buts.about.it. Don't you remember?" I tease and he lets out a defeated sigh.

Ha, serves him right for being a bit of a control freak! He pulls up to the mall and hands me his leather jacket to put on. Um..no thanks, I recently witnessed what went on underneath that jacket, but I can't exactly tell him that.

I shake my head no and he gives me a stern look, "You can't go in there like that...I can see your nipples" he complains but I just shrug.

"I will be too warm in that, besides, people shouldn't be looking there anyhow...right, buddy" I say with amusement in my voice, while motioning to my chest.

Brian let's out a frustrated groan, "Are you being serious?! It's male human nature to want to stare at tits...especially nice tits, like you have" he argues but realizes he's digging his grave deeper with each word that comes flying out of his mouth. "Ugh, you're waiting here! I will get you something...appropriate...to wear around the guys and I'll be back." he demands and turns quickly before realizing he missed one key piece of vital information and turns back around. "What bra size are you?"

I take a step closer and guide his hands over my barely covered breasts, "34DD" I whisper and watch him lick his lips.

"Of course you are" he whispers out breathlessly and my heart begins pounding in my chest again. God, I need him...

Notes

Will Brian be able to refuse Kaylyn's teasing or will he give into what they both so obviously want?



Synyster Ryn