bite the universe in two

Isaac wanted to respect Stella’s privacy. He’d interrupted, and she should be allowed to finish in comfort; he shouldn’t listen.

And yet, he couldn’t help himself. The thought that she was on the other side of the wall, on their couch, in their living room, playing with herself, was too much to ignore. He was good for a while, loud music playing in his headphones, but not enough to stop his hand from wandering between his thighs. His excitement got the better of him, and he slipped one headphone cup off his ear, lowering the music.

The unmistakable sound of whimpers and gasps echoed down the hall, and Isaac let out a gasp of his own. He slapped his hand over his mouth, putting the headphone back in place… but then took it right back off. In a flash his pants were undone and his hand down his pants. This was wrong, and he knew it… but that just made him even more eager to pump himself to the sounds of his roommate.

it didn’t take long for her to realize what was wrong, to realize why release was so unachievable. it had everything to do with her roommate and the fact that she was now undeniably horny for him. but that was inappropriate and wrong, wasn’t it? her hands stopped their movements as she stared at the ceiling and groaned softly, wondering if all hope was lost for her.

figuring her vibrator might be the only way to salvage the situation, stella pushed herself up off the couch (sans her pants, figuring isaac would stay put), as she made her way to her room. but instead of opening her own door she found herself standing in front of isaac’s. it was clear to her that her fingers or a vibrator wouldn’t work; she needed it from him. before she could stop herself, stella was knocking on his door, hoping she wouldn’t be rejected.

and when he finally did open the door, and stella realized what he had been doing, well... “do you, um, want some help with that? ‘cause i could use some myself.”

Seeing Stella even just consider his idea had a much more potent effect on him than he anticipated. A delighted shiver rippled along his body and he smiled breathlessly. “I don’t mind! Nor do I think it’ll be weird! Well, if it’s weird, it’s a good weird? Is that… weird?” He snorted into a giggle, blushing, and shook his head. “I’m… gonna let you get back to it. I… know what’s like to get in a groove, like you said, and be interrupted.

“So I’ll just, um… go to my room and put some headphones on, okay? You, uh…” His eyes lingered over her body a little more than they should have. “You take your time.” He could feel himself growing hard in his pants, so he practically ran down the hall.

he was seemingly gone before she had the chance to really say much else. the entire interaction had her giggling in his wake, a far cry from the torturous embarrassment she’d felt when he first came in. as she tried to get herself situated in the position it had been in, the look in isaac’s eyes as he stared at her body replaced whatever fantasy she’d previously been using. which was... well, just as he said. weird, but a good weird.

it worked for a few moments: one hand teasing her nipple, the other teasing her folds, the thought of his gaze on her body, her breathy moans just a pitch higher than they had been before. was the thought of him actually listening spurring her on? maybe. but the more she worked herself, the more she felt like her orgasm was just out of reach, like she needed something else to push herself over the edge. something more.

The conversation was inappropriate, for myriad reasons, but Isaac’s proper, gentlemanly brain and his logical brain were at war (with his horny brain rooting for the latter): on the one hand, Stella probably should have gone to her room to finish–that would’ve been right and proper. On the other hand, he interrupted her, and if she got started on the couch, it meant she wanted to be on the couch, so, in fairness, Isaac should have been the one to leave her to it.

To say nothing of the fact that his body responded quite strongly to the thought of her finishing in their living room. 

“If…” He swallowed thickly, shifting his weight from foot to foot. “If you want to, sure, of course. But, you were here first. And this is just as much your apartment as it is mine. If you wanna, umm… do that, here, there, anywhere, I think, um…” He blushed, giggling softly. “I think you should be able to.”

there was something equal parts nerve-wracking and exciting about the idea of continuing on the living room couch. on the one hand, the thought of getting herself off with isaac knowing exactly what she was doing felt... embarrassing. on the other, it also felt kind of exciting. even she couldn’t deny that.

“i -” she let out a breath of a laugh, wondering if she was actually considering this. “i mean, i was kind of... getting into a groove there.” thighs pressed together as she laid on the couch, almost by their own volition, at the reminder. “so if you really don’t mind... or think it’ll be weird...” sentence trailed off there as she tugged her bottom lip between her teeth, figuring she’d just wait for his reaction.

“I got done early!” Isaac exclaimed, quickly averting his eyes. “I’m sorry! I should’ve told you I was headed home.” Later, Isaac would realize that wasn’t necessary: he lived in the apartment, too, so he didn’t need to let Stella know he was coming home unless that was specifically arranged–for now, however, that seemed like the right thing to say.

“I, umm… I didn’t mean to interrupt. I can… I can go to my room? Or leave? I…” Isaac realized he needed to shut his mouth as soon as possible, but it wasn’t happening. “I hate when I’m interrupted, so… really. I don’t mind. I can leave you to it.”

if stella could have found a way to slyly and easily google “what to do when your roommate walks in on you masturbating,” she would have done so in a heartbeat. instead, she could only stay frozen in her position on the couch, eyes wide with embarrassment. the flush in her cheeks from her near-orgasm only grew deeper as she shook her head quickly.   “no, don’t be silly, i - i didn’t think you’d be home and i...”   she moved to sit up slowly, chest still heaving in her tank top, as though her body was having trouble catching up with her brain. “i should be the one to go to my room and...”   don’t say it don’t say it don’t say it...   “finish.”

it wasn’t meant to happen, wasn’t something he wanted to happen, but at someone he’d began to like her, and that meant she had to go. “it’s not like i’m leaving you dry, i’ll give you some numbers, i’m sure you can find one that’ll work for you. if not… i’m sure you could ask around for some other people. you’re not losing anything here, are you?”

when the person she’d been flirting with for the night asked her to go upstairs with him, she’d briefly considered saying no. hooking up wasn’t her thing usually, yet when she reminded herself how well hooking up with parker had went for her, she decided there was no reason not to at least try hooking up with someone new. instead of saying no, she’d let them take her hand and walk her to one of the bedrooms upstairs. the last thing she’d expected when he’d pushed her into the wall was for the door to spring open. “what the hell parker?” snapping as she pushed herself from the wall, hand clasping around his wrist to try and tug it off the other’s shirt. “what the fuck is your problem?” 

jax gasped loudly as anton’s hands roamed, touching and then grasping him with such confidence. “i…i don’t. i don’t know why you’re doing this or who you are,” they let out, unable to stop the small, mewling moan that followed. damn it, this was turning them on a little.

“yes. but i was also drunk off my ass and a bit high. so it’ll never happen again. i still hate you.”