i'll be kevin, you be barracuda

Pete slowed the car in front of a beautiful wooden cabin that was raised off the ground. He pulled in underneath the building, to the side of a hammock that hung from the ceiling. You looked over to find a  calm smile on his face, his brown eyes sparkling from the sun that seemed to be everywhere.

When he opened the door into the cabin, your eyes went wide. From he outside, the place had looked incredible, but now that the interior was in full view, you were even more astounded. The door led to an open-plan living room and kitchen, separated only by a small kitchen peninsula. The floor, walls, and ceilings were made of an earthy-shade wood, with windows letting in a surplus of natural light.

Pete led you into your home for the next 8 days, watching your face change as you took in the new surroundings, “you’re cute, you know that?”

Heat rushed to your face, “shut up,” you giggled. Even the simplest of his words had an effect on you, turning you into a giddy, giggling mess.

He led you through a curtain and into a large bedroom, complete with a wooden vanity and king-size bed with a sheer canopy bunched at the corners of the bed. You placed your bags beside the bed, walking over to the vanity that was housing a bucket of champagnes and a vase of flowers.

You smiled lightly, turning to Pete, “this is so cute!”

He moved over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist, and pressing a deep kiss to your lips. Your hands ran up to his shoulders, pulling him closer to you. His lips slowly separated from yours, but his face remained only millimeters from your own, “I love you, Mrs. Davidson.”

You giggled at the words, still loving their sound, “I love you, Mr. Davidson.” You pressed a quick kiss to his lips before pushing him away gently, “now c’mon. Did we come here to be gross and sappy or to go to the beach?”

He chuckled, “I’m pretty sure we’re supposed to do both.”

You continued to explore the rest of the beach cabin, eventually landing on the balcony overlooking the ocean. Though there were chairs, you chose to lean over the railing. Pete was in the midst of unpacking and making sure everything was in order.

His hot breath hitting your ear made you jump a little bit as his hands rested on the railing on either side of your waist, “like the view?”

You turned around, letting your back rest against the railing, “yeah, but I think I like this one more.”

Pete chuckled under his breath, “that was the lamest thing you’ve ever said.”

Rolling your eyes, you leaned up and pressed a small peck to his lips, “yep, and you’re stuck with my lame remarks forever now.”

“I mean, divorce is always an option,” he joked.

You shoved him lightly, “Pete! That’s not funny, especially on our honeymoon.”

The slight pout on your face made Pete lean down to kiss your lips softly, his hands resting on your hips, “I’m kidding. Trust me, divorce is the last thing I’ll be thinking about. Ever.”

Your face still held a faux sad expression, “it better be.”

He captured your lips with his again, this time deepening the kiss. Your hands found themselves at the nape of his neck, pulling him closer to you. His tongue ran over your lips, which fell open incontestably.

He pulled away slowly, eliciting a quiet moan from you, “let’s go for a walk.”

You whined, “I don’t want to go for a walk, Petey. I wanna do… other things.” You pulled on the hem of his shirt lightly, hinting at what you really wanted to do with him.

Pete chuckled adorably, “we’ll have plenty of time for other things later, Mrs. Davidson.”

You let him lead you through the cabin and out to the beach with little protest, though unable to shake the warm feeling between your legs.

 You’d ended up walking about half a mile down the beach, watching the sun slowly set. At the peak of the sunset, when the sky was a perfect shade of pink, Pete dragged you to sit on a cluster of rocks further up shore.

You leaned into his side, letting the cool sea breeze hit you and bathe you in the scent of salt. He looked down at you, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. You pushed into him, deepening the kiss.

He groaned and pulled away, “someone’s eager.”

You smiled widely, “well, when you’re married to the hottest guy in the world, it’s hard not to be.”

“Imagine how I feel,” he pecked your lips, resting his nose against yours briefly. You sat just like that for a few minutes, as the sun continued to fall behind the waves. Your breathing was in perfect sync, his heartbeat matching your own.

Eventually it grew dark, so Pete helped you down from your resting place and you began the walk home. Your intertwined hands swung between you as the water hit your feet.

When you got back to your room in the cabin, Pete pulled you in for a passionate kiss, his large hands cradling your face. You let yourself fall into the kiss, his tongue poking out and separating your lips. Hands fell down to his waist, sneaking under his shirt to explore his muscular middle.

His own hands moved down and pulled the fabric up, his lips leaving yours briefly to remove the shirt completely. He then made quick work of your dress, throwing the material across the room. You pulled him back into you, capturing his lips in yours once more before he spun the both of you around so your back faced the bed. He gently pushed you onto the soft mattress, letting you move up to a more comfortable position. Once you were situated, he unbuckled the belt of his shorts and pulled the garment off of his body. He then climbed over you, letting his hands hold him up from either side of your head. He leaned down to press quick kisses to your lips, trailing them down to your neck with mumbled, “I love yous.”

When his mouth reached a sensitive spot near your collarbone, you let out a light moan, causing him to smirk against the skin before sucking a deep purple mark onto the skin. One of his hands moved to cup your breasts, massaging the skin lightly in his fingers. His lips moved back up your own, whispering against them, “how did I get so lucky, Mrs. Davidson?”

You giggled giddily, “I love you,” before kissing him harshly, your hands moving down to palm him through his boxers. You could feel his semi hardening at your touch, the long length spreading warmness to your core.

Pete bucked his hips against your hand, a smirk forming on your lips. You pulled his boxers down enough to free his member, letting his hand that was previously on your breast do the rest of the work to pull them down.

He then moved his fingers to your clothed core, rubbing you through the thin fabric before pulling the panties down. The pads of his fingers collected your wetness before he brought them up to his lips, sucking your juices off of them, “tastes so good, babe.”

You grinded your hips up against his, your core aching for friction. He chuckled, leaning down to kiss you sweetly. He lined himself up with you, pushing into you slowly and reveling in your muffled moans. Your lips moved in sync with his as he slowly pumped in and out of you, letting you gradually adjust to his size.

Once the slight pain had subdued, pleasure took over, spreading throughout your body. Your nails scraped along his back, silently urging him to pick up the pace. He obliged easily, his hips speeding up to thrust into yours. His lips left your own and traveled to your neck, pressing soft kisses all over the sensitive skin.

You moaned out as his pelvis met your clit, the friction making the pleasurable feelings even more intense. His hot breath hit your neck, “sound so pretty, doll.”

The darkness in his voice only drove you crazier, your hips bucking up to meet his. He continued showering you in small praises as your hips met in harmony. It didn’t take long for him to push you to the edge. You whined, “mm, so close.”

He hummed against your skin as his thrusts got harder, “yeah? You can cum, baby. I’ve got you.”

The combination of his words and his movements pushed you over the edge, ecstasy washing over you almost instantaneously. The feeling of your walls clenching around him pushed him into bliss alongside you, your orgasms coming simultaneously.

As he spilled into you, he continued to press kisses against your neck, slowly moving up to your lips lazily. Once you had both come down, he rolled off of you, landing beside you on the bed. He pulled you into his side, warmth radiating from his body.

He mumbled, “we just had married sex for the first time.”

You smiled up at him, kissing his chest, “yep.”

He chuckled, “I wonder how many people have had sex in this bed before us?”

You had just gotten into your apartment from your dinner date, Colson trailing you, hand in yours. He was talking about a new song he was writing, the passionate sparkle he always had present in his eye. As much as you loved hearing him talk about his music, you were horny. So, like any normal person, you shut him up with a kiss.

He kissed you back naturally, letting his arms fall around your waist as you led him through the doorway and pushed the door closed behind you. Your hand landed gently on the base of his neck, pulling him closer to you and deepening the kiss.

Leading him back to your room, you pushed him to sit on your bed, lips still attached to his. You crawled up to kneel over him, one knee on each side of his hips. Your hands moved down to the hem of his shirt, tugging gently.

His hands gently touched your own, stopping your movements. You whined as he moved his lips from yours slowly, eyes fluttering open, “what?”

He chuckled lightly at your poutiness, “you’re cute, you know that?”

You grinned, “if I’m so cute then take your shirt off.”

Colson groaned, “babe, I’m not saying I don’t want this, I do. But-“

You narrowed your eyes, “but what?”

“But I don’t want to take this any further until we tell your brother.”

His words made you frown as you crawled off him, landing on the bed next to him, “I get wanting to tell Pete, but what difference does it make if we’ve slept together or not?”

He chuckled, wrapping an arm around you, and pulling you closer to him, “because, it’s going to be the best sex of your life. And if Pete somehow freaks out on us-”

“Which he probably will,” you added.

Colson sighed, “if he freaks out on us, you’ll be depressed that you can’t have any more good sex.”

You rolled your eyes, “you’re too cocky for your own good, you know that?”

“So I’ve heard.”

You giggled lightly, “how do you know it won’t be the best sex of your life?”

He pressed a kiss below your ear, whispering, “oh, I’m sure it will be.”

Groaning, you pushed him away playfully, “you’re the worst, you know that?”

He laughed brightly, the sound music to your ears, “maybe, but not in bed.”

 The next day you were sat on your couch, Colson’s arm slung over your shoulder as the TV played, neither of you paying much attention to it.

He kissed your cheek gently, “relax, I’m sure he’ll be fine with it.”

You pouted, “I did tell you about our no-dating-friends policy, didn’t I?”

Colson kissed your cheek again, closer to your lips, “and I told you about my I-get-what-I-want policy, right?”

A giggle escaped your lips, turning to press a quick peck to Colson’s. Before he could deepen the kiss, a light knock on the front door pulled you apart. Without waiting for an answer, Pete swung the door open, “your favorite person in the world has arrived.”

You turned to your brother, “hey Petey.”

He raised an eyebrow, “why are you here?” His question was directed to the man beside you, his voice holding little suspicion or malice, thankfully.

You smiled awkwardly as Pete plopped on the couch opposite you and Colson, “we need to talk to you, Pete.”

His eyes hardened, “oh fuck off.”

Sighing, you started, “Pete, just-“

“So, you two are…” he paused, his hands stretching out and pushing towards each other, “what?”.

Colson answered for you, “we’ve been on a couple dates.”

Pete’s eyes narrowed, shifting between you and Colson. He was quiet for a little while, analyzing the situation in front of him. You knew he’d been suspicious already, so it wasn’t a surprise that he picked up on your situation immediately. You were thankful he hadn’t gotten angry or upset with you.

Finally, he sighed, “have you two fucked?”

Your eyes widened, “Pete!”

“No.” Colson answered shortly, “Not yet.”

Pete was quiet again, the wheels visibly turning in his head. Eventually, he shrugged, “whatever. You’re adults. Just don’t be weird in front of me.”

The tension in your shoulders rolled away, allowing you to sink into the couch, “yeah, whatever dude.”

He continued, “and if I ever walk in on the two of you fu-“

“Got it,” you cut him off, making Colson chuckle.

It was silent for a few moments, no one knowing what to say. Suddenly, Pete cleared his throat, “so are we gonna watch Mortal Combat or what?”

 Halfway through the movie, Pete went to the bathroom, telling you to keep the movie playing. As soon as he left the room, Colson turned to you, a frown on his face, “what are you doing?”

You raised an eyebrow, “what do you mean?”

He gave you an unamused expression, “you aren’t letting me touch you. I had to practically drag you across the couch just to get you to sit anywhere close to me.”

Looking away guiltily, you sighed, “I just don’t want Pete to feel weird or anything.”

Colson scoffed playfully, “because having my arm around your shoulder is the most sexual fucking thing.”

You pushed him lightly with a small smile on your face, “I just- shut up. You’re annoying.”

He chuckled, pulling you into his side, “Pete is never going to get used to us being together if you don’t act like we’re together.”

You relaxed into him as Pete walked back into the room. He paused before sitting down, an eyebrow perked in curiosity, but didn’t say anything.