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Almost Easy

Chapter Thirty: Scream

“Dibs not bringing it up to Austin,” Justin smirked, leaning back so far in his chair that I thought he might tip over.
John shook his head, “We have to go.”
“I know that,” Justin nodded. “But I’m not going to be the one that brings it up to Fuckface.”
“I am also bowing out of that,” I said seriously. “His favourite should do it.”
“That’d be you, Johnny Boy,” Chris grinned. “So, count me out too.”
“I don’t want to do it either,” John laughed. “Can we just skip town and not tell him?”
“Yeah, I don’t think so,” Chris pursed his lips. “The tribe has spoken, Man.”
“You guys suck,” John sighed, slinking down into his chair.
Brian was sipping at his beer, acting as audience to our great debate. No one wanted to talk to Austin about anything ever. Especially when it was something that was going to inconvenience the man; Austin could be a real dick when the mood struck.
“That’s probably true,” Justin shrugged, “But you’re still telling him.”
“When are we looking at leaving?” Chris asked curiously. “The Saturday or the Sunday?”
“Saturday makes the most sense,” Justin replied simply.
I nodded, “I’d be flying out Saturday afternoon, I think. If I could somehow make it to that photoshoot and fly out afterwards, that would be the most ideal.”
“That would probably soften the blow on Austin,” John replied.
Justin cackled, “Yeah, right. He’s going to blow a gasket either way.”
“Rescheduling interviews isn’t a huge deal in my experience,” Brian finally chimed in. “We’ve definitely had to do it on a few occasions.”
I looked at Brian and then to the group and shrugged. They all seemed to be in agreement.
“Whatever,” Justin finally said. “This is his job. This is the shit we pay him for. He can figure it out.”
“So, we all at least agree that we’re going to Massachusetts?” I asked from behind my drink.
They all nodded, “Yeah.”
“There’s no way you guys don’t practice that,” Brian smirked.
I was feeling a little relieved. I was thankful that I wouldn’t have to carry the weight alone. If the group was going, Austin couldn’t be angry with me specifically, and I could take solace in the whole ‘strength in numbers’ ideal. It was going to be difficult to participate in anything specifically pertaining to Tyler’s death. Or his life.
But with my little group, we could all share the load and hopefully carry each other through.
“I’m going to have to see my fucking parents,” Justin whined.
I laughed, completely understanding the terrible realization Justin had just made. Justin and I were the only ones that were more than thrilled to escape from our family lives. His father was a drunk and his mother was abusive. I couldn’t compete with his level of trauma but I was still relieved to depart my aunt’s household.
He and I shared a bond in that sense that the others simply didn’t understand. Tyler had a loving and supportive family that, while he said he was fine with leaving, I know deep down had caused him some serious inner turmoil.
But we’d had each other and that was all the California family we really needed.
“You coming?” Chris asked Brian, who was ordering another round of drinks.
Brian turned back to face us once the server had set off toward the bar, he nodded, “Yeah, I think so.”
“Awesome,” John smiled.
“You gonna introduce him to the Bitch Queen?” Justin smirked at me. “How cute.”
“I don’t know about that,” I laughed and took a long, deep gulp of my drink.
It hadn’t occurred to me that Brian might be along to meet my aunt. I certainly had no intentions of bringing him to meet her.
Brian didn’t look phased at all. I remembered that he had a good relationship with his own parental unit. This probably eased away nerves of meeting any other parents. Or he wanted to meet her. Or he assumed he wasn’t going to meet her. I couldn’t read him.
“From me to you,” Justin said to Brian, leaning it and speaking quieter. “Avoid that as long as you fucking can. She’s a god damn nightmare.”
“She is but I like her anyway,” Brian replied, winking lazily at me.
I tossed a napkin across the table at him.
“Okay, lovebirds,” John breathed. “Let’s all go home from here and book flights. I assume you two are flying out together?”
He meant Brian and me.
I just nodded.
“I’m not doing any morning flights,” Justin said with raised eyebrows. “I mean it. The less time I have to spend in Lenox, the better.”
“I’m going to fly out in the morning,” John replied simply. “You can fly out whenever you want.”
“I’ll come out with you,” Chris said to John. “I’d like to see my folks while I’m there.”
“You guys are fucked,” Justin shook his head at them.
“We can’t all come from trauma,” Chris groaned back.
Brian was looking at me, obviously brewing up something in his beautiful head. He looked to be fairly deep in his thoughts. I wanted to pry into them with a crowbar but figured I’d have to wait until we were alone.
We finished our drinks and confirmed upon our departure that John would handle Austin. He was reluctant but finally agreed.
“I’ll let you know how it goes,” John said to us. “And I’ll see you tomorrow, Justin.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Justin waved, already taking off down the street to his car.
“He’s so pleasant,” Chris laughed. “I’ll check you guys later.”
Brian and I walked to my car, maintaining a comfortable silence as we walked. He still had that look on his face.
“What’s up?” I asked carefully.
He shrugged, “Nothing.”
“You’re making a face,” I pointed out lightly. “Everything okay?”
“Yeah, yeah,” he waved me off. “Just weird to see other people’s feelings about their parents, I guess. It’s selfish but it makes me feel pretty grateful for my own.”
“That’s hardly selfish,” I laughed, pulling the car into gear.
“So, I was thinking,” he mused with a smirk. “We should go to my place tonight.”
“Your place?” I asked with a thud in my chest.
It had been almost a month to the day since I’d met Brian and I’d had yet to see where he lived. We’d always hung out in my tiny apartment or in a bar…or a studio…anywhere but Brian’s house. I’d always kind of assumed it was a strategic move on his part.
“Yeah,” he answered with a laugh. “Why not?”
“No, no…that’s fine,” I answered weakly.
Anxiety is a weird fucking thing. There is no reasonable explanation to be nervous about going to your boyfriend’s house. And yet, my palms were sweaty and my knees were weak.
He was looking pretty amused.
“You should drive then,” I decided aloud. “Since I don’t know where you live.”
“Risky business, Peterson,” he smirked. “Letting me drive your car.”
“Don’t call me that,” I groaned as we got out of the car and walked around to switch places.
He took several minutes, more than what was necessary, to adjust the seat and the steering wheel and the mirrors…and then adjust them all again. And again.
“You’re killing me,” I moaned.
Brian laughed and finally pulled the car forward and set off toward his mysterious abode. I started imagining what it might look like. Was it a bachelor pad? Was it a warm and welcoming home? Did he live alone? What was his décor like? Did he own décor?
“Are you excited at all about going home?” Brian asked as we drove.
I raised my eyebrows for a second, “Excited? No.”
“You really hated it that much?” he almost choked. “I can’t imagine dreading to go home.”
“I’m not dreading it,” I corrected with a laugh. “I’m just…not particularly looking forward to it.”
He looked at me out of the corners of his eyes and then back to the road. I guess he was giving up on that topic.
“I’m excited to see Tyler’s parents though,” I noted after a second of silence.
“You guys are close?”
I nodded, turning my attention to the world flying by my window, “Yeah.”
“You gonna introduce me to your aunt?” he asked curiously, a stupid grin plastered to his face.
“A little early to meet the parents, don’t you think?” I jested.
He shrugged, “I don’t care about that. You can meet my parents whenever you want.”
I’d never been good at parents. Tyler’s were an exception. Parents had a tendency to really loathe me—sometimes for good reasons.
“You’re a weird man,” I laughed.
“Maybe.”
“If you want to meet her, I won’t object,” I offered lamely.
I really didn’t want him to meet her.
“But I will say,” I continued. “She’s not important. If you want to meet someone that’s important to me, that would be Margaret.”
“That’s Tyler’s mother?” Brian asked with his eyes squinted.
I nodded.
“I will meet whoever your little heart desires,” he confused me. “I’m there for whatever.”
“New topic,” I decided. “How about those rumors about us?”
“What about it?” he asked so simply that I was taken aback.
I scratched at the back of my neck absently, “Ever wonder how the media even gets a hold of their stories?”
He shrugged, “People feed them shit.”
“Who do you think ratted us out?” I smirked.
“What does it matter?” he answered with a little too much hostility for my taste.
I furrowed my brows, “I guess it doesn’t.”
Brian could be a proper twat sometimes. He had this attitude that would creep up out of nowhere and it was always catching me off guard. I had to remind myself that he wasn’t an actual prick; he could just act like one sometimes. The worst, though, was that he didn’t even seem to notice when he was doing it.
“Glad we cleared that up,” he said without looking at me.
Immediately, I was running through all of the things that I could have said to put him off. Was it that I wasn’t begging him to meet my family? Was it that I’d been standoffish about him coming home with me in the first place? I was confused.
We didn’t talk for the duration of the ride to his house. I suddenly wanted to be anywhere but there. Despite my serious urge to get back into the car and speed off toward my apartment, I stood in his driveway with him.
“Come on,” he said to me once he’d noticed that he was moving and I was not.
“I can’t,” I said awkwardly. “Not until you yell or give me shit or do whatever it is you need to do in order to stop being angry with me.”
His face fell, “Angry with you?”
I nodded, “You were kind of a dick to me, don’t you think?”
“I’m not angry,” he smirked. “I’m just a dick.”
“No you’re not,” I protested even though he wasn’t totally wrong. “I’m not good with people, so sometimes I’m going to need you to point out when I do or say something stupid.”
He drew himself nearer to me, keeping his eyes locked on mine.
“You didn’t do anything,” he said simply. “I’m sorry if I was an ass.”
I didn’t want to cave so easily but his scent made me weak. Maybe I was just being sensitive.
He cupped my face in his hands, that broody looked glazing over him once again. Obviously something was turning the gears in the ol’ Haner head. I decided not to push.
“Can we go inside now?” he breathed. “I’d really like to get you inside now.”
I couldn’t help but smile.
“I’ve been admiring your ass all day long and it’s taken everything I have not to rip your clothes,” he told me matter-of-factly. “So, maybe we go inside so I can fucking devour you.”
Sexual frustration. That was the hostility, I decided.
He practically dragged me to the house and through the front door. With no warning at all, he was lifting me to his chest. I wrapped my legs around his waist out of habit. He crashed his lips into mine and immediately parted my plump lips with his tongue.
He carried us up a flight of stairs and down a hallway. Suddenly we were falling and hit his mattress with a thud. His hands were now free to explore my body, running his calloused fingertips along my skin.
I pushed my lips from his and planted small kisses slowly along his body from his neck to his chest. With one hand, I was unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his jeans. He slipped my tank over my head and tossed it to the floor beside us. I moved my body further and further down; he trembled once I’d reached his stomach. It was muscular and tensed and perfect. I could feel myself growing wetter by the second.
I used both hands to pull him free of his pants and boxers. He was hard as a rock. I couldn’t help but grin smugly. I stroked it slowly, staring up into his eyes as he watched me. He moaned softly.
I wrapped my lips around his shaft, bobbing myself up and down. I licked as I came up, I could feel him throbbing inside my mouth. He wrapped his hands in my hair, holding me tightly as I pushed himself in and out of my mouth. The deeper he pushed, the wetter I grew. I was dying to feel him inside of me.
I put one hand on his leg as I pushed my head up, dragging my tongue along as I did. He shuddered.
I climbed on top of him, kissing his neck and biting at her earlobes. He moaned, running his hands up and down my spine. He teased my entrance through my leggings with his shaft, eliciting a small moan from my lips.
He sat up, flipping me over onto my back and immediately slipped down to my waist to rip my pants off of my body. He had a hunger burning through his body and into mine. He pushed his face into my entrance, licking at my clit with expertise. I gripped at the sheets firmly, making small balls of fabric in my first. My back arched reactively.
He slid two fingers inside of me, tickling and touching all of the right places. I moaned loudly, biting at my lip. His tongue played with my clit, causing my body to shake and tremble with pleasure. I was nearly at the edge—but I wasn’t ready.
I grabbed him by the hair and pulled him up to kiss me. I could feel his shaft teasing my wetness and I moaned in desperation to feel it inside of me.
“Fuck me,” I pleaded into his hair as he moved to suck on my neck.
He flipped me over onto my stomach and slid into my warmth. I gasped. His size was always a shock to me. He made fists in my hair, effectively arching my back. I moaned loudly, begging him to fuck me harder.
He pushed himself in and out of me forcefully, letting go of my hair with one hand and dragging it across my ass. The sound was deafening. I cried out with pleasure. He pushed himself deeper and dragged his hand across my ass once more. He let out a sort of grunt as I moaned loudly once more.
“Fuck,” I groaned into the mattress.
I could feel my eyes rolling into the back of my head as I approached the edge. I let out a scream—I couldn’t contain it any longer. Brian grabbed both of my hips then, digging his fingernails into my skin and pulling me into him further. He pushed himself into me.
“Brian,” I yelped. “Fuck!”
I was clawing at the bed now, moans and shrieks escaping from my throat before I could address them. He moaned back at me, his grip tightening even harder as I finally peaked. With a few more forceful pumps, Brian released inside of me. He held himself inside for a few moments after, panting. Finally, he released me and fell to the bed beside me.
“Fuck,” he groaned at me with a devilish grin.
“Your place was a great idea,” I grinned back.

Notes

Just a little smut to get you through your weekend.
xx

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6/18/19

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5/13/19

Only on chapter 6 but I bloody love it already lol

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3/27/19

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