𝚔𝚊𝚢 ☾☼

July 13, 2024

London, England

Jake

I’m playing my dream venue tomorrow  in London, and all I can think about is what it would feel like to be….you pressed the delete button quickly until the message you were typing disappeared. 

Let’s try again. 

Deep breath. 

London is only 63° today and I’m betting Nashville was hot as fu…you backspaced again until that message disappeared as well. It had been nearly a month since you’d spent any real time with her, the days leading up to the European leg of tour spent rehearsing and packing. Setlist ideas bouncing around, late night practices turning into early morning treks home. And writing and recording between all of that. 

Despite thinking she created some elaborate rouse of a rogue snake in her place, animal control had actually located the fucking thing bright and early the Monday after she’d spent the weekend with you. You barely lived down how fucking red your cheeks burned realizing she hadn’t just wanted to get you alone, hers mirroring yours when the thing was barely eight inches long. A mere baby Gardner snake, completely harmless to her or anyone for that matter. 

Still, you were her landlord. The simple idea that anything more than that was at play seemed ridiculous, despite the few nights you’d spent together. Despite the things she had allowed you to do to her. You were her landlord. 

And here you were, struggling to form a coherent thought into text message. One more time. 

What are you doing and why isn’t it laying in bed next to me? Damn, no. That may be too much. Plus the time difference. 10p.m. currently for you was only 4p.m. for her. She’d think it odd you were in bed, wouldn’t she? 

Rockstar shit or whatever…you attached a picture from your hotel bed, blunt between your fingers as tendrils of smoke wafted up and a glass of red sat snug in the same hand. Beyond that, your lower torso and legs were visible and slightly out of focus. Black boxer briefs the only thing keeping the photo from being close to the first one you’d sent, the photo that maybe had started all of this. You hit send before you could second guess yourself, again.

You’re ridiculous. It flashed up so quickly you wondered if she had been waiting on you to reach out, or had she simply been on her phone coincidentally when your message came through? Pressing the notification, you watched your phone flash brighter as the message opened. 

A picture. 

Her toes, freshly painted deep red, perched at the edge of the inground pool in your backyard. The very pool you’d told her she could use at her leisure upon moving in. 

More. 

You needed to see more. 

You’re hot. 

You hoped that would encourage her to show more of herself, but her simple response of heart reacting to your message was the last you heard from her. 

Damn. 

July 18, 2024

Nashville, TN

Your flight had arrived late at BNA, a delayed layover in fucking New York of all places had you finally pulling into your driveway at 3:02a.m. You crashed immediately, only dragging yourself out of bed well after 2p.m. because you’d found it impossible to fall back to sleep for the third time. With a tired yawn, you moved around your house until you found yourself standing at the counter in your kitchen. Alone there, you watched out the window, noticing her floating in the middle of the pool. As you contemplated whether you should join her, you began rolling a blunt. A relaxing evening smoking and soaking in the pool with your sexy ass tenant floating around? Sounded like the perfect welcome home. You busied yourself rolling as quickly as possible before ascending the stairs and making way to your bedroom and pulling on a pair of swim trunks quickly. You’d barely made it back down to the kitchen, blunt tucked behind your ear and a towel in your hand, when you noticed her stand from her floating position and step up onto the lowest of the concrete steps that led down into the water. One by one she took the few steps up, her wet body glistening in the afternoon sun. Bikini. She looked as tempting as ever in a red bik-now who the fuck was that. Your attention was diverted to a tall male stepping out of her place, a duffel bag slung over his shoulder. 

Now who the fuck. 

Hell no. 

You had never seen a male so much as even stop to pick her up, let alone stay at her place. 

Not that you were watching. 

You had absolutely no right to be angry, and yet you were. It took watching her hug the guy and him then disappearing around the side of the house for you to realize you’d stood there clenching your jaw the entire time. You could hear his car start up and then drive off as you moved toward your back door, pulling it open to see her walking back down the steps into the clear water of the pool. You walked quietly to one of the few lounge chairs that sat poolside, dropping down onto the edge of one as you pulled the blunt from behind your ear. 

“I wasn’t aware,” you began, clearly startling her as she gasped and clutched at her chest. She spun to face where you sat, cocking her head to the side as she waited for you to continue. “That you had a partner,” you continued on, placing the blunt between your lips after and lighting the end of it. You puffed on it a few times before inhaling deeply, holding the hit there in your lungs for several long seconds before blowing it out and coughing quietly. 

“What?” Her eyebrow raised in confusion as you stood and walked to the side of the pool, following the steps down into the water and walking slowly toward her as you took another hit. 

“The guy,” you offered casually, your head nodding to the side in a gesture to indicate the guy you’d watch leave. You stepped closer, hitting the blunt and repeating the routine of holding it in, sneaking in just a little more air, and then exhaling. 

“My brother?” Brother? Well, now you felt dumb as fuck. Firstly, for mistaking him as anything more. Secondly, for not even knowing she had a brother. And lastly, for being so angry over the potential possibility that she did have a partner to begin with. And now here you were, reeling from the adrenaline coursing through your veins that anger had brought on, your cheeks flaming crimson between your embarrassment and the summer heat. 

Play it cool, Jake. 

“My bad,” you rasped nonchalantly, though you felt anything but. Another step closer and you were standing before her, close enough to smell the sunscreen she had rubbed into her skin. All coconut and banana boat and whatever else was covering her delicate body, it was intoxicating. “So, you have a brother?” 

“Yeah, I do,” she shrugged, furrowing her brows as she studied you. 

“Oh, sorry,” you offered the blunt out to her, watching her stare at it for a moment. 

“Hands are wet,” she shrugged, watching further as you reached out and held it close enough for her to place her lips around it. As she did, the corners of her mouth curled up into a smirk and she took a long, slow hit. 

Okay. 

You moved forward causing her to take a step back as she exhaled. And then forward you moved again, and so she backed up as you did. And again, again until she was standing directly in front of the pool jet. 

“Were you mad, thinking he was my boyfriend?”

“No.” Fuck. You answered way too quickly. Your voice too high for someone who didn’t care. 

“Right,” she snorted, which only annoyed you more than you already felt over jumping to the conclusion you had. 

“I wasn’t,” you insisted, closing the very thin gap between your body and hers, you quickly stowed the blunt between your lips before wrapping your arms around her and moving the two of you closer to the side of the pool. 

You felt her body tense, a gasp of air being let out as the stream of water being pushed out into the pool from the jet hit her back, giving you an idea. With your hands on her hips, you turned her away from you and pressed your chest to her back. “Miss me while I was gone?” 

“Barely noticed.” The smartass really thought she was funny. 

“Sure,” you chuckled, moving the two of you closer to the wall as one hand found the material of her bikini bottoms and pulled it to the side as you spread her legs apart. 

“Jake,” your name shook out of her as the cold, pressurized water hit her sensitive clit. 

“S’wrong, Bunny?” 

“Nothing.” 

Right. You held her leg as you moved the two of you another step closer, the blunt snuggly between your lips at the corner of your mouth. 

“I’ll ask again, did you miss me?” You turned your face into hers just enough to whisper against her ear, mindful that the blunt wouldn’t touch her. You could feel her body trembling against yours, the vibration of her chest as she sucked in a shaky breath. 

“Yes,” she moaned, her head nodding eagerly before dropping back against your shoulder. 

“Does that feel good?” You whispered, holding her body against yours as it quaked more and more until she moaned out so loud you were sure your neighbors could hear. You stood there holding her against you as the orgasm washed over her in waves. First, gasping and breathing heavily, followed by whining and moaning as she writhed against you. And then going nearly limp in your hold as you let go of her leg, fixed her bottoms, and moved the both of you away from the jet. 

Her.

Breathe in. 

Breathe out. 

Slow. 

Calm down. 

Holy shit. There was no way he just made you climax simply by-well, he had you knew that. Even without actually touching you, you were a mess for him. 

Mentally, you were talking yourself through the end of your orgasm as Jake held you close to his body. Pushing the two of you back toward the middle of the pool, one arm curled around you until you felt stable enough to stand on your own again and turn toward him. You watched him smirk as he took in your expression. 

“So, my brother,” you offered, floating away from him a few feet. “He stayed with me for a few days while his place was being fumigated.” Why had you felt the need to explain the situation? Jake being jealous was amusing to you, the evidence of it still residing on his face as his cheeks still burned deep red and his smirk faltered the moment you mentioned your brother. 

“That was nice of you to let him,” he shrugged, moving back toward the pool steps and getting out long enough to dry his hands off and relight the end of his blunt before walking back down into the pool. Your eyes tracked his movements as he walked back down into the water. On the bottom step, he dropped down to sit and leaned back against the step above the one he was on. Wading toward him, you watched as he took a long, deep hit from the spliff before exhaling even slower. 

“I suppose,” you shrugged and as you got even closer to him, you opted to sit on the step next to him and mirror the way he was reclined back. “You sure did sound jealous though.” 

“Not jealous,” Jake rasped, left arm moving down from the step and his hand circling the back of your neck. With his right hand he brought the blunt to his lips again and took another hit before pulling you into him and covering your mouth with his. His velveteen tongue licked into your mouth, smoke rolling in from his as well. When he pulled away, you inhaled deeply before exhaling. The rush from the hit and his kiss went straight to your head, having a dizzying effect as you moved from the step to straddling his lap. 

“It’s okay to admit, Mr. Kiszka,” you snickered, arms circling his neck loosely as he looked up at you through his lashes. Your fingertips scratched at the nape of his neck, pulling him to allow his eyes to fall shut briefly before he was watching up at you again. 

“I’m not jealous,” he bit out through gritted teeth, his eyes narrowing at you. 

“Aw, admit it, you were.” You leaned in as he offered the blunt to you, taking a quick hit before kissing him in the same manner as he had you previously, grinding down against his lap simultaneously. His free hand gripped at your waist, neither stilling you or guiding you further; simply holding you as you moved against him. “Tell me you were jealous,” you whispered against his lips. 

“No.” His grasp tightened on your waist, hips bucking up to meet you as you moved slowly against him. “Angry,” he relented when you stilled. 

“Angry, why?” You were so confused, this man was like a speeding bullet, ricocheting around from one emotion to the next. What on earth did he have to be angry about? 

“Angry… because this is my pussy,” he growled, grasping at the fabric over your hip and fisting it. 

“Says who?” Your words whispered out as you ghosted your lips over his, your hands moving to mess with the waist band of his swim trunks. 

“Says me,” Jake sighed, head turning away to deny you of the ability to kiss him but only so he could bring the blunt to his mouth and take a long, slow hit off it. “Says,” he exhaled, blowing the smoke away from you before turning his head back. “The way you were grinding against me a minute ago. Says the way you desperately want me to fuck you right now.” 

“Ah yes, because I threw myself at you huh? As if you didn’t come out here with that very thing on your mind,” you smirked, sliding a hand beneath the material of his swim trunks and wrapping your fingers around his thick length. You stroked his cock, feeling it harden beneath your touch as the two of you stared at one another. 

“I like you better when you’re acting like you need my help rather than being a mouthy little thing,” he mused, the corners of his mouth fighting against the smile he was trying to conceal. You flicked your thumb over the head of his cock where the end of the barbell rested, watching him slowly begin to smirk despite himself.

“That’s okay, I like you better when you aren’t angry.” You watched your hands then, one still stroking his length as the other worked to pull the waistband of his trunks down. You felt him lift slightly, making it easier for you to maneuver the material down his hips and over his ass enough to free his cock. 

“Yeah well.” 

“Yeah well, let’s fix that anger,” you moved the material of your bikini bottom to the side as you guiding the head of his cock toward your entrance. 

“How you gonna do that?” He inquired, pulling in a sharp breath as you sunk down onto his cock until you were seated against his lap, letting him fill and stretch you. 

“By giving you what’s yours,” your lips found his then as you began riding him slowly, kissing him hungrily as you lifted almost entirely off of him before sinking back down again. Your pace quickened with each downward motion, both of your hands snaking around his neck as your fingers tangled in his hair. 

“I-,” Jake started when you broke away from the kiss for air, quickening your pace as you had. He let out a surprised gasp, dropping the blunt onto the concrete outside of the pool before grasping both of your hips as a strangled groan escaped past his lips. “Fu-fuck baby,” he whined as he filled you with his hot release, his hands guiding your hips so you wouldn’t stop. “Keep going, keep fucking going.”

Fuck.

How were you supposed to stop after that? 

Each time you lifted, separating your body from him until just his tip sat at your entrance, he’d pull you back down and thrust his hips up in sharp quick movements. 

“Jake,” you moaned, your head tilted back just the same as his was resting back on the concrete outside of the pool. “You feel so good, yes….ooh, bitch, fuck.” 

“Whose. Pussy. Is. This?” Jake let out between heavy, huffing breaths of air. Each word was emphasized with a thrust up, his fingertips kneading deeply into your flesh. 

“Yours,” you gasped, breathless and clenching around his length as his cock throbbed and pulsed inside you. 

“Yeah it fucking is,” he encouraged, his hips snapping up in harsh, quick motions. “Say it again. Say it, ‘this pussy is yours, sir’.” 

Damn. 

The needy but demanding tone to his voice made you desperate to please him, bringing your head up and studying his features momentarily. His pupils were blown wide as he watched you study him, his mouth agape as he waited expectantly. 

You wanted so badly to be a brat and test him, but his calloused fingertips rough and pressing firm into your hips drove you to please him. 

“This pussy,” you whined, his pace quickening further upon hearing your tone. “Is yours.”

“Who,” he demanded.

“You. Sir. It’s yours sir.” 

“That’s my girl,” he thrust up again, burying himself to the hilt as he guided your hips so you were grinding against him; your orgasm building quickly before crashing over you in waves. 

“Oh,” you gasped, eyes rolling back as pleasure took over. Jake raised a hand from your hip, pushing part of your bikini top to the side with two fingers and connecting his mouth to your nipple at the same time. He nipped the pebbled skin, the tip of his tongue flicking back and forth against it and ultimately heightened the pleasure you were experiencing. “Jacob, fuck baby. Oh my god, yes.” 

“You fuck me so good,” he mumbled, his breaths heavy and labored as he again quickened his pace. His second climax hit out of nowhere, his cock throbbing against your walls as he emptied into your spent cunt for a second time. The come down from your orgasm and his was different than before, his strong arms wrapping around you and holding you snuggly against his chest as you made out with one another for several slow minutes.  𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓃𝓊𝑒𝒹…

Josh

Deception - @obetrolncocktails

Little Fantasy - @jake-kiszkas-smirk

No Hands - @joshym

Shut/Der - @profitofthedune

Marathon - @themoreyou-love

Fallin' All In You - @losfacedevil

Touch Again - @ageofbajabule

Jake

Fifth & Cuff - @vanfleeter

Hands to Yourself - @sinsofstardust

Can You Feel My Love - @lightsofthe-living-gvf

Quirofilia - @sparrowofthedawnsworld

Covet - @jakeyt

Capital Vices - @builtbybrokenbells

Le Morte d'Arthur - @joshym

Rain Or Shine - @wrldabomination

Drunken Laughter & Dreams In Gold - @edgingthedarkness

Breña - @gretavanlace

Control Freak - @earthlysorrows

Carpe Noctem - @alwaysonthemend

Little Bird - @hearts-hunger

Use Your Words - @fleet-of-fiction

CD&FE - @writingcold

Sam

Locked Out - @sparrowofthedawnsworld

Sweet Talker - @sparrowofthedawnsworld

After Party - @ageofnations

Help You Remember - @ascendingtostardust

All My Love - @losfacedevil

Pink Lemonade - @garbagevanfleet

Lay Me Down - @samkiszkasfacialhair

Daniel

Just Like Honey - @dogwood-blossom

For The Fans - @gracev0609 & @lipstickitty

Illicit Affairs - @aflame4goinghome

Forbidden Twin

The Secret Of The Jones Virgins - @fleet-of-fiction

A Beautiful Riff - @sparrowofthedawnsworld

Bestie Lane

“Yes Mom, I packed my chargers!” You shout over your shoulder as you step out into the crisp Michigan evening. As you toss your last bag into the trunk of your car, you sigh and pull out your phone.

To: Rose🌹

Just finished loading the car, gonna say goodbye to my mom and then I’ll be over!

You slam the trunk closed and tap on your text thread with Daniel, a soft smile on your lips as you scroll through the last few messages between you. There hadn’t been much communication over break, just brief check-ins. The most recent was from last week when he was getting ready to go out with some friends from home. It was just a selfie while he was brushing his teeth, but it was possibly one of your favorite photos of him.

You snap a selfie in front of your car and add it to a message to Daniel.

To: Daniel🥁

All packed! Picking up Rose soon, we should be back around 7

With a long exhale, you head back into the house and smile sadly at your mom in the kitchen. She mirrors your look and steps forward, wrapping her arms around you in a tight embrace that you return. A soft smile spreads across your lips and you bury your face in her shoulder. She’s your biggest supporter and one of your best friends, saying goodbye is always hard.

“I’ll call when we get to the apartment,” you promise and she nods, sniffling quietly.

“Drive safe, honey,” she says, squeezing you one more time before stepping back.

“Don’t miss me too much, momma,” you say. “I love you.” You sigh and walk back outside, pulling the door closed behind you. As you pull the driver’s side door closed, you can see your mom in the window watching you pull out of the driveway. With a wave and another sad smile, you leave your home for Rose’s, humming quietly to whatever song is on the radio.

You park in front of Rose’s house and honk the horn, popping the trunk before stepping out and smiling as she and her mom step onto the porch. Her mom waves with her free hand as they walk towards the car with Rose’s bags, packing them into the trunk and closing it.

“Hi Y/N,” Rose’s mom says, smiling as she pulls you into a warm hug.

“Hi Laura,” you say, returning the squeeze and stepping back as she lets you go. “Thanks again for another memorable New Years.” A grin spreads across all three of your mouths and Rose giggles, recalling the terrible round of very drunk karaoke that took place at the lake house.

“Anytime, hon,” she says before turning to Rose. “You sure you have everything?”

“Yes mother,” Rose teases, smiling as Laura pulls her into a hug. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Laura says, squeezing Rose one more time before shooing her into the car. She grabs your hand and squeezes it as you climb into the driver’s side. “Drive safe, let me and your mom know when you get there.”

“We will,” you promise, turning the key in the ignition. “Love you, other mom.”

“Love you, Y/N,” she smiles and pushes the driver’s side door closed, stepping up onto the sidewalk and waving as the car pulls away. 

As you merge onto the highway, your phone lights up in its mount on your dashboard with a text from Daniel. Your cheeks flush as Rose grins and side-eyes you.

From: Daniel🥁

Waiting patiently

“So you’re gonna keep this whole thing going?” Rose breaks the silence as you reach up and swipe the notification away. “Are you taking another one of his classes?”

You blow out a breath and roll your shoulders, your cheeks still warm with color. “Yes and yes,” you answer as casually as you can, changing lanes to pass a truck. The day you had scheduled classes for this semester had been a no-brainer, of course you were going to take another one of his classes. You had gone back and forth between a couple of different options, but eventually settled on Byzantine Art and Architecture, wanting to get a little view of Daniel’s specialty. 

The rest of the drive turns into a karaoke session only slightly better than New Years and before you know it you and Rose are trudging into your building. You each drop your bags inside the door and flop onto the couch, both of you happy to be back in your own place.

“Are you seeing sexy professor tonight?” Rose asks, lifting an eyebrow in your direction.

“We don’t have plans,” you reply, shrugging and pulling your phone out and opening your texts.

To: Daniel🥁

We’re back!

“Right now I’m going to take a nap,” you say. “Playing chauffeur is exhausting.”

“Oh please!” Rose laughs, her head falling back against the couch. “You never let me drive!”

“Yeah well, you terrify me when you’re behind the wheel,” you giggle and head to your room, leaving your bags in front of your closet and crawling into bed. You sigh as you tug your comforter up around your shoulders and let your eyes close, trying not to let yourself hope for a text from him when you wake up.

You startle at the sound of your phone buzzing from your nightstand and groan, unsure of how long you’d slept, but as you blink the haziness of sleep away, you smile. A call from Daniel lights up your screen and you accept the call, sitting up in your bed.

“Yes?” You ask, the smile on your face evident in your voice.

“Put on something nice and come outside,” he says, the sound of his car running in the background.

“My drive back was great, thanks for asking,” you tease, tossing back your blanket and swinging your legs over the edge of your bed. “I was sleeping when you rudely woke me up.”

“Cute,” he quips, blowing a laugh through his nose. “Now, put on something nice and come outside.”

“Okay, okay pushy,” you giggle, rolling your eyes as you hop off your bed and rifle through the clothes in your closet. “I’ll be out in a few.” 

After hanging up, you swap your current leggings and t-shirt combo for a deep purple sweater dress and slip on a pair of black chelsea boots. “I’m going out!” You shout to Rose as you grab your purse and keys and step out into the hall. 

When you exit your building, you can’t help the smile that tugs at the corners of your lips as you jog down the stairs and open the passenger side door of Daniel’s car. You hardly have the door closed before Daniel’s fingers are tangled in your hair, his lips crashing into yours in a heated kiss.  His tongue swipes across the seam of your lips and you part them, giving him access to stroke his tongue against yours.

“Hi,” you breathe out when you finally break the kiss, your eyes fluttering open to meet his gaze.

“Hi,” he smiles, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear before pulling the car out onto the road. You settle into your seat and sigh, happy to be back. Obviously, because you get to see Daniel again, but even just being back in the city has helped your mood.

“So,” he begins, drawing you out of your thoughts. “How was your break?” 

“It was good,” you reply, glancing over at him as he drives. “I’m glad to be back, though.” 

“I’m sure you are, sweetheart,” Daniel says, moving his hand from the steering wheel to rest on your thigh, just below where your dress stops. Your cheeks heat and you feel the color spread down your chest as a smirk graces his lips. His fingers knead into your flesh gently and you sigh, resting your head back against the seat but turning your face to look at Daniel while he drives.

 He must have come straight from the office to get you, as he’s wearing his usual black slacks and white button-up. Of course his sleeves are rolled up, exposing the cords of muscle of his forearms that he knows drive you wild. And, despite the chill of Detroit in January, the top few buttons of his shirt are undone, giving you just a glimpse of his chest hair. You know you’re staring, but you can’t bring yourself to care as his thumb traces circles on your skin.

He glances at you, turning his eyes back to the road quickly, and for a moment you can see a genuine smile on Daniel’s face before it shifts into his usual smug smirk. “Penny for your thoughts,” he says, his hand drifting up your thigh, pushing the hem of your dress up a fraction. 

“Just content,” you say simply, turning away from him as you feel the color in your cheeks spread to the tips of your ears. Daniel hums in response and draws his hand further up your thigh, exposing more of your skin with every inch he moves.

“Just content?” He parrots, turning it into a question, as his hand slips between your thighs, brushing against the silk covering your core. You shiver under his touch and bite back a sigh, your arousal beginning to soak through where his hand now rests. “Seems to me that you’re a little more than content,” he adds, slipping a finger beneath the fabric and dragging it through your folds.

“Daniel,” you moan softly, your eyes fluttering closed as you let your legs fall apart slightly. His finger flicks against your clit, making you jump, before he pulls his hand away entirely, returning it to the steering wheel. You whine and shift in your seat, the complete loss of contact making you pout.

“Not so content now?” Daniel asks, his lips curving into a wicked smirk as you squeeze your thighs together. He laughs as he puts his hand on your seat and looks over his shoulder to back into a parking space. You swear you could fall apart at just the sound of his laugh.

“You’re cruel,” you quip, shooting him a glare before hopping out of the car before he cuts the engine. You hear his laugh again and your knees threaten to give out as he slips out of the driver’s side, his hand sliding across your lower back as he steps up next to you.

“Come on,” Daniel says, nudging you towards the bar down the street. You roll your eyes as you start walking and Daniel leans down to press a kiss to your temple. “I’ll take care of you later,” he whispers in your ear as he opens the door for you, swatting your ass lightly as you pass by him and into the bar. 

As you step up to the bar, Daniel pulls a stool out for you, his hand brushing your hair away from your neck as his lips ghost over your skin before he takes his seat on the stool next to you. You shiver, goosebumps raising down your arms and legs, and situate yourself on the bar stool, trying to ignore the heat between your legs. 

“Gin and tonic?” He asks, raising an eyebrow at you as the bartender approaches your section of the bar. You nod as your cheeks flush, he remembered your drink order. As quickly as the thought comes, you force it away. It’s not like it’s a complicated drink order. But you can’t deny the butterflies it gave you. Daniel orders for the two of you and soon enough you’re sipping your drink as he swirls his old fashioned, his free hand coming to rest on your thigh again.

“So,” you say, breaking the silence. “You missed me.” 

You nibble on the end of your straw and smile innocently, angling your body towards him. He lifts his drink to his mouth and you study the way his lips touch the edge of the glass, the way his Adam’s apple moves as he swallows. And then his eyes lock with yours and you fight the urge to look away.

“From the car ride over here, I’d say you missed me, baby,” he replies as he lowers his glass back to the bartop, squeezing your thigh roughly as he turns his body towards you, your knees now nestled between his. You bite back a moan and narrow your eyes at him. Two can play this game. 

“Says the one who showed up at my apartment barely two hours after I got back,” you say, your forefinger tracing shapes on the inside of his forearm as he rests it on the bar. Your voice is sickeningly sweet as you look up at him through your eyelashes, raising an eyebrow and tilting your head to the side slightly before adding, “Professor.”

You watch as Daniel shifts on his stool and you smile triumphantly, the idea that you’re just as good at getting under his skin as he is with you fueling your boldness. Until he grabs your stool and pulls you closer, bringing his lips to your ear.

“You want me to tell you how I missed you?” He whispers, his fingers slipping under the fabric of your dress slightly. 

“How I missed the sounds you make?”  His fingertips dig into your thigh, his other hand leaving the bar to trace the contour of your neck, sending a chill down your spine. “The way the taste of you lingers on my tongue? The way it feels when your pussy squeezes my cock as you cum?”

Daniel pulls back to look at you and grins as he takes in the blush that has crept over your entire face and disappears below the neckline of your dress. He smirks and winks, his tongue swiping across his bottom lip as his eyes rake over you. “Poor thing, you really thought you were winning that battle,” he teases.

“Again, you’re cruel,” you huff and swat his hand away as he chuckles and tosses back the rest of his drink. His eyes flick between your face and your drink, the one that you’re currently still biting the straw of. You pause for a moment and look up at him indignantly, holding his stare as you wrap your lips around the straw and drain your glass.

“Let’s go,” Daniel says as he tosses a $50 onto the bar and grabs your hand, pulling you towards the door. You smirk and follow after him, jogging lightly to keep up as he leaves the bar with you in tow. In the time that you’d been inside, it had started to mist outside.

“Where are we-” you start to say before you’re cut off by Daniel pulling you into the alley that runs next to the bar and pinning you against the wall. He plants one hand on your waist, the other tangling in your hair at the nape of your neck and tugging your head back slightly. You meet his eyes and smile innocently, batting your eyelashes. “Did I strike a nerve?”

Daniel tugs on your hair and your breath catches in your throat, your lips parting as you stare up at him. He captures your lips in a heated kiss, his tongue stroking against yours as he presses you into the wall with his hips. You feel him hard against you and your knees threaten to give out as you moan softly into the kiss. His free hand moves to the back of your thigh and he hitches your leg up, your dress riding up as he grinds against you. 

“I missed-” you pant against his lips, cut off by what had been a light mist turning into a full shower. Daniel lifts his head and looks up at the sky and both of you fall into a fit of laughter as you fix your dress and he grabs your hand. You jog back to his car together and you reach for the passenger side door, but Daniel tugs on your hand and spins you so you’re pinned against the back door. 

“Daniel,” you giggle, bracing your hands on his chest. “It’s raining.” You stare up at him, his curls hanging heavily and his white shirt clinging to his skin as the rain soaks you both, and you realize you’d do anything to stay in this moment forever.

“I know,” he says simply, his eyes roaming your face. “You missed me.” He smirks and pulls you away from the car, opening the door and nudging you into the backseat. 

You raise an eyebrow at him as you scoot back across the seats, leaning against the opposite door as he climbs in after you. You dangle one leg off the seat and slowly bend your other, your dress riding up as you rest your leg against the back of the seat. Daniel pulls the door closed and he blows out a breath as his eyes travel up your body, pausing for a moment on the black silk barely hidden by your dress now.

“I remember you,” he says, kneeling with one leg between yours, the other braced on the floor to keep him on the seat. His calloused fingers scrape against your skin as he pushes your dress up, the skirt now fully bunched around your waist, leaving you exposed. You shiver as the cold January air kisses your skin and Daniel drops his lips to your jaw, one hand planted beside your head on the door. His other hand brushes between your thighs and you feel his lips pull into a smirk as he trails kisses down your neck. “You’re soaked.”

“Well, it is raining,” you breathe out, wishing he would stop teasing you and give you the contact you’ve been craving.

“Not what I meant, smartass,” he says, and you shiver as the breath from his laugh rushes over your skin. 

“Daniel,” you whisper, your fingers tangling in his wet curls. “Touch me.”

“Gladly,” he says and lifts his head, flashing you a smile before his lips take yours again and his hand slips beneath the waistband of your panties. You sigh softly against his lips as he makes slow, lazy circles around your clit and you break from the kiss to lean your head back against the door. Daniel hums and smirks, bringing his lips back to your neck. 

“That’s it, baby,” he murmurs against your skin. “Relax and let me take care of you.” His fingers drift away from your clit and you almost whine, but the sound catches in your chest as he slowly presses his middle finger into you, curling it forward to stroke against your g-spot. Your eyes flutter closed as your hips rock forward to meet the gesture, a quiet moan escaping your lips as Daniel sets an easy pace.

“Please,” you whimper, needing more from him.

“Please what?” He asks, nipping at your ear as he uses his thumb to circle your swollen bud. 

“More,” you beg, rolling your hips again.

“So needy,” he teases, sucking at the spot below your ear as he adds a second finger, curling it in sync with the other and quickening the circles he makes with his thumb. 

“Fuck,” you gasp, feeling your release start to build in your abdomen. You meet his pace with your hips, riding his fingers as you chase your orgasm. “Don’t stop.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it, sweetheart,” he assures you, his fingers and thumb working in tandem to send you spiraling. Your thighs tremble as you start to come apart, your head spinning as you bite your lip to stifle your moans. 

“Let go,” Daniel whispers, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. Your back arches and your mouth falls open as you unravel, his name tangled with the moans falling from your lips. His fingers slow as he works you through your climax, his lips still against your ear as he whispers praise to you. “So good for me, that’s it.”

When you open your eyes, you find him staring back at you, a pleased smirk tugging at his lips. He slowly takes his hand from between your legs and holds your gaze as he sucks his fingers into his mouth, humming around them before removing them. Your cheeks flush bright pink and you fight the urge to break from his stare.

“I’m glad you’re back,” Daniel says finally, leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to your lips as he tugs the skirt of your dress back down for you. “Come on, let’s get you home.” He pops the door open, climbing out first and helping you out of the back and into the passenger seat. 

The short drive back is quiet, just the sound of music coming from the radio filling the car, and Daniel’s hand rests on your thigh, only leaving its place when he parks the car in front of your building.

“Thanks for the welcome back,” you say, running your fingers through your damp hair and laughing softly. He smiles and winks, leaning over and pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“See you in class,” he replies, chuckling at the look of surprise on your face. “What? You think I didn’t notice your name on the class roster?”

“Whatever,” you quip, rolling your eyes playfully. “See you in class, professor.” 

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The first few days of the semester go the way they usually do, incredibly boring. It was mostly going over syllabi and test dates and assignments throughout the semester. The first day of Daniel’s class had been the only even somewhat interesting day, and that was just because you got to see him briefly. It’s a smaller class, being a higher level and all, but somehow there had been so many questions regarding the syllabus that you hadn’t been able to get him alone. In fact, you haven’t had him alone since Saturday night and you’re starting to think you might be going through withdrawal.

As your first Thursday lecture wraps up, you slip your laptop into your bag and sling it over your shoulder as you stand, eager to get over to the art building. Back-to-back lectures usually made you question your sanity, but Daniel’s lectures never felt like lectures. Maybe because of who was doing the talking, but you genuinely found yourself enjoying the subject.

You pop your earbuds in as you walk out into the chilly morning, humming softly as Hozier’s Too Sweet fills your head, and make your way across campus. As you step into the building and make your way to the classroom, you spot the girl that had sat a few seats away from you in Daniel’s class on Tuesday. You quicken your pace slightly and catch up with her, adjusting your bag on your shoulder.

“Hey,” you greet her with a smile. “I think we sat in the same row the other day.”

“Oh hey,” she says, returning the smile as you walk into the room together. “Yeah, we did. I’m Allison.”

“Y/N,” you offer, sidestepping down the third row to your seat. You slip your laptop back out of your bag and set it on your desk, opening up the notes you took while you did your reading last night. “So, art major?”

“Yep,” Allison says, leaving a seat in between you as she retrieves a notebook from her bag. “Art history. You?”

“Oh, I’m a philosophy major,” you say, brushing a speck of dust off your screen. “I just have a special interest in art history.”

The two of you chat as the room fills up and you glance over your shoulder just as Daniel walks into the room. You mouth a quick “Hi” as his eyes meet yours and turn back to your conversation with Allison. Out of the corner of your eye, you catch Daniel watching the two of you and, when the conversation ends, you glance at him. His eyes flick between you and Allison but he just shrugs, his expression bordering on bored as he puts today’s slides on the projector.

“Alright,” he says, clapping his hands as he stands from the desk. “Let’s get started, shall we?” Daniel gestures up at the screen as he starts his usual pacing, his eyes scanning the room. “Who did the reading and knows what this is?”

You look up at the screen and smile to yourself, raising your hand and looking at Daniel expectantly. His eyes don’t fall on you, though. Instead, he cocks his head to the side and raises his eyebrows at a seat to your right.

“Allison,” he says, folding his arms across his chest. You drop your hand into your lap and pick at your thumb absently, trying not to pout as she answers.

“It’s the Hagia Sophia in Istanbul,” she says confidently, her face remaining indifferent.

“Someone did the reading,” Daniel says, nodding his head at her. You glance at her to see a smug smirk on her lips. “Now can anyone tell me what was special about the Hagia Sophia?”  Your hand goes up again and this time Daniel nods to you.

“The architects pioneered the use of pendentives to redistribute the weight of the dome over the square base,” you explain, smiling as Daniel nods and continues his path up the aisle. 

“Very good,” he says. His eyes linger on you for a moment before he advances to the next slide, launching into an explanation about the structure beneath the dome. As Daniel flies through the slides, you’re glad you took notes on the reading, you would’ve had trouble keeping up. Even with your notes, you find yourself missing a few details. Oh well, you think. At least it’ll give you an excuse to visit his office.

Before you know it, the class is finally over and it’s time to go home for the weekend. As the students start to clear out of the classroom, you pick up your backpack and look over at the desk at the front. Right as your eyes fall on him, Daniel looks up from his laptop and gives you a soft smile, then nods in your direction, telling you to come over. You oblige, looking over both of your shoulders to see if anyone is paying that close attention before walking out of the aisle and to the front of the room. 

“Walk up to my office with me? I have some things that I need to discuss with you,” he says as he stands up from the chair and slips his computer into his bag. You nod and wait for him to pack up, then follow him up to his office. You hate to admit it, but talking to him in his office after class was always something you looked forward to. Especially if there wasn’t much talking being done. You don’t think that’s where it’s heading today, though. 

As soon as you reach the third floor, you walk over to his office and enter the room, shutting the door behind you. He sets his things down on the desk and leans back against it, crossing his arms over his torso as he looks over at you. His expressions soften as he just looks at you for a brief moment, as though he’s taking you in. 

“Do you have anything going on tomorrow night?” he asks, his eyes searching yours. You catch a glimpse of hope in them, which makes you smile. 

“No, not really. I probably would just be spending it at home, why?” you answer, taking a seat in one of the chairs in front of the desk. You can see his lips quirk upward into a smile, just for a moment. 

“Well, I’ve got this gig at the club with Sam and the other guys tomorrow,” he says casually. You wait for him to say more, but nothing else comes out. You look up at him and can sense some nerves, so you think that some light teasing could do the trick. 

“Hmmm, I see… And?” you ask, smirking up at him as you cross your arms to mirror him. He breathes out a quiet sigh of defeat. 

“And… I was wondering if you would want to come?” he continues, his pride slightly stunted by your act of feigned obliviousness. You giggle quietly to yourself and let it simmer before replying. 

“I don’t know,” you say curtly. His eyebrows raise up as he studies you. “Do you want me to come?” The corner of his mouth turns upward into a smirk as he pushes off the desk and approaches you. 

“Oh, this is how you want to play today. Okay,” he says, leaning his hands on either side of the chair as he towers over you. You feel your cheeks flush as he gets closer, cornering you in. “Yes, I want you to come. Very much.” His nose brushes against yours as you look up at him and your lips turn upward into a smile. 

“Yeah?” you ask. 

“Yeah. Need my number one fan there to keep me on point,” he answers, his lips so close to yours that you can feel his breath. 

“Who said I was your number one fan?” you jest, and you see him roll his eyes before moving one of his hands to cup your chin and tilt your head up. 

“You’re not fooling anyone, baby,” he says, his lips only centimeters from yours. You can tell that he’s holding himself back, but he won’t give in until he gets your answer. “So, you’ll come?”

“Of course I’ll come,” you say, smiling at him before he finally closes the distance between you. His hand cups your cheek softly, his thumb rubbing your cheek as he leans into you. After a short moment, he pulls away, retreating back behind his desk. 

“Did you drive today?” he asks. You shake your head.

“No, not today. Rose borrowed my car to go to the grocery store this morning, so I just took the bus,” you answer with a shrug. 

“I see,” he says, gliding his tongue along his bottom lip as he thinks for a moment before looking down at his desk and starting to gather some papers up. “Let me take you home, then. I just have to pack up some things here first.”

“Oh, that’s really not necessary. I don’t mind the bus,” you insist. You can tell that he isn’t going to take that answer. 

“Sweetheart, it’s below freezing outside. I’m taking you home,” he asserts, his eyebrows softening as he looks across at you over the desk. You sigh, then offer a shy smile before relenting. He puts some papers into his bag and then walks the two of you to the parking garage not far from the building. 

The ride is brief and mostly silent, with the radio playing quietly in the background. You can tell it’s the classic rock station because every once and a while, you can hear him humming the melody of the song under his breath. You didn’t always notice little things like that about people, but with him you almost couldn’t help it. 

He pulls up in front of your building and puts the car in park, leaning his elbow on top of the center console as you turn to him to say your goodbyes. His other hand reaches up to cup your cheek, leaning in to kiss your lips softly. His hand pets your hair softly before pulling away to let you out of the car. He leans over a bit to reach for the handle, pulling it and pushing the door open for you. Considering how long his arms are, he didn’t have to reach much. 

“Thanks for the ride,” you offer, smiling at him as you step out of the passenger side door. 

“It was no trouble. See you tomorrow, love,” he answers, smiling widely and sending over a quick wink before you shut the car door and retreat to your building.

Your cheeks are completely red at the nickname as you walk, rather quickly, into the building and up to your apartment. You almost run to your room, shutting the door loudly behind you and jumping into your bed. Almost on cue, Rose bursts into your room and sits on the edge of your bed with a smug look on her face. 

“What did he do now?” she asks with a smirk. God, how does she always know? You sigh, throwing your head back onto your pillow.

“He invited me to a show he’s playing tomorrow,” you sigh again, sitting up on your elbows to look at her. “He told me he wants me to come.” Rose shrieks and you throw your hands onto your face to cover the blush on your cheeks. “That’s not even the worst part.”

“When he said goodbye just now, he called me love,” you say, your hands still covering your face. You feel her smack your legs excitedly. 

“Oh my god, he loves you!” Rose yells, laughing gleefully. 

“Shut up, he does not love me! It’s not like that, it was just a nickname,” you answer, rolling your eyes. 

The next hour consists of her teasing you about Daniel and how much he loves you, which you find absolutely absurd. She also helps you pick out an outfit to wear tomorrow, which you’re grateful for. She finds a leather skirt that you had at the back of your closet, which is perfect. You pair it with a tight white halter top and find a white lace bra to match. You knew he loved it when you’d match your lingerie, so you had to throw that in. 

The next day, you get ready for the night, putting on your makeup and curling your hair loosely. You get dressed and slide on a pair of black heeled boots and then head out to the living room. Rose offered to drive you there, since you have a feeling that you’ll be staying the night. 

“Have fun! Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” Rose shouts as she pulls up in front of the club and you quickly get out of the car. 

“That’s a low bar!” you quip back, shutting the door and then walking into the club. It’s already bustling, with the bar lined up with people. As you approach the bar, you see Daniel there, leaning against it at the end. As he sees you approaching, his head perks up and he flashes you a charming smile. 

“Hi, sweetheart,” he says, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you close. He places a quick kiss on your lips, and you can feel him smiling against them. His excitement to have you there was so cute, you feel like you could just die on the spot. 

“Hi, Daniel,” you answer, looking up at him with a soft smile. His arm stays around your waist as his thumb strokes the exposed skin of your midriff softly. “Feeling nervous?”

“With you here? Never,” he says confidently with a smirk. After a beat, you see his eyes wander to something behind you and he checks his watch. “It’s about that time, I’ve gotta go.”

“Alright. I think I’m gonna get something to drink,” you answer with a reassuring smile. He nods and gets the bartender's attention for you, who nods and then assists the person he’s with at the end of the bar first before coming over. 

“Order whatever you want baby, you can just tell them to put it on my tab,” he says with a soft smile as he leans down to place a kiss on the top of your head. “I’ll come find you after, yeah?” With that, he rubs your back sweetly before turning to walk down the long corridor to the back of the stage. 

You lean over the bar and wait for the bartender to come over, ordering yourself a gin and tonic. Soon enough, he hands you your drink and you turn to find a seat in the crowd. You see an empty chair in the front and quickly sit down. Luckily for you, it has the perfect view of the drum set. 

You swirl the ice around in your cup with your straw nervously as you wait for the band to come on stage. It’s your first time seeing Daniel perform since the night you met, which is somewhat daunting. The show taking place in the same exact bar doesn’t do much for your nerves either, sending waves of memories through your head and clouding your thoughts. 

The group of men finally walk across the stage and you recognize Sam first, who sits at the piano to your left. The guitarist and saxophonist walk across next, who you don’t really know or recognize, but your mind is immediately distracted from them once you see Daniel out of the corner of your eye. 

You watch as he sits down behind the drums, stretching his arms out and cracking his knuckles before taking his drumsticks out of his back pocket. You roll your eyes and try to hide the flush of your cheeks as he twirls one of them through his fingers, looking over at you with a smirk. He’s playing a dangerous game, and you fully intend to play along.

Daniel starts the first song off, hitting the snare drums hard before the rest of the band comes in, picking up a quick funk beat. You nod along, trying your best to spread your attention to all of them and listen to the music, but you can’t help it when your eyes are just glued to Daniel. Your Daniel.

The second that thought falls into your head, you attempt to shake it away. He’s not yours. But, isn’t he? It may not be explicitly labeled, but you can confidently say that you’re the only one he’s going home with tonight, no one else. That’s enough to fuel your confidence for now. Anyone can look, but no one else gets to have him– not like you do.

And, God, you want to have him right now. His sleeves are rolled up slightly above his elbows and you can see the muscles of his forearm flexing each time he has a particularly long solo. Your eyes linger there longer than you intended and when you finally look up, he’s looking right at you. 

You bite your lip absentmindedly and he responds with his tongue pressing up against the inside of his cheek and raising his eyebrows at you. He knows exactly what he’s doing to you and it only spurs you on more. You adjust in your seat, crossing one leg over the other and fixing your skirt. You rub your legs together slightly just to give yourself any friction and you can already feel your arousal starting to pool between them. This show couldn’t end soon enough. 

The teasing back and forth continues throughout the entire first set. By the time they finish their last song and step off the stage for a quick fifteen-minute break, you can hardly sit still in your seat. The second he walks off the stage, he immediately approaches you, walking up from behind you to lean down over your shoulder and kiss your cheek. His arms caress your shoulders as his nose brushes against your cheek and his warm breath tickles your skin. 

“You up for some reminiscing?” Daniel whispers against the shell of your ear in almost a growl. You turn your head over your shoulder to face him, your noses now touching.

“I thought you’d never ask,” you answer with a smirk and he offers you his hand, which you swiftly take in yours. Before you know it, you’re walking down a dimly lit hallway toward the bathrooms, hand-in-hand. You were getting a strong feeling of deja vu, just like you knew you would. 

His hands cage you against the wall as his lips race to meet yours, hurried and desperate. He towers over you, his shadow engulfing you completely, and your head is spinning from the sensation of his tongue gliding against your lips to request access. His left hand moves to grip your hip tightly as the other reaches next to you to open the door to the bathroom, turning the handle and flinging it open. Still not removing his lips from yours, he swiftly guides you into the bathroom.

“Still no lock on the door, huh? Think you can handle it?” he says, his voice raspy and dripping in sex. You smirk as you back him against the wall next to the door, pushing his shoulders back before lowering yourself to your knees. 

“We’ll just have to be quick then, won’t we?” you say, looking up at him through your eyelashes before reaching to undo his belt. You see his eyes almost roll back in his head as he bites his lip, reaching down to undo the belt as you pull the zipper down and reach inside his boxers to take his painfully hard cock in your hand.

You lick a long stripe from the base up to the tip and you smirk as his head falls back against the wall and he lets out a low groan. You wrap your lips around the tip, humming around him before slowly sinking down to take him completely in your mouth. His hands wrap around your hand, pulling it back out of your face as you take him all the way back, his tip hitting the back of your throat.

“Fuck, sweetheart, just like that,” he groans, his thumb stroking your cheek. You groan against him and his hips buck against you sharply, making you moan another time. You move your thighs together subtly, craving any sort of friction to distract yourself from your need for him. It isn’t subtle enough, though, because he immediately notices and pulls your head off him. 

“Aw, does she need some attention too?” he teases mockingly, pulling you up off the floor and backing you up against the sink, which feels oddly familiar. “Don’t worry baby, I’ll take care of you.” His lips capture yours quickly before his hand resting on your hips moves to flip you around to make you lean over the sink and face the mirror. 

He bends down and slides your skirt up to rest above your hips, then moves the fabric of your thong over to expose you to him. His fingers run through your slick and a stifled whimper escapes your throat. You don't even need to see him to know that he’s smirking behind you.

“So wet and needy for me, fuck… you just couldn’t wait, could you?” he says from behind you in a low growl. Before you have time to respond, his lips immediately attack your core, his tongue lapping through your arousal. 

“Shit!” you exclaim, bracing yourself against the sink as his hands grip your thighs tightly and his tongue teases your clit. He groans against you, sending shock waves throughout your body as you try not to completely collapse right then and there. If it wasn’t for his grip on your thighs, you probably would have fallen to the floor already. 

One of his hands leaves your thigh and moves to rub tight circles around your clit as his tongue dives through your folds, making your eyes roll back in your head. You feel your high approach at a rapid pace and you can hardly control the vulgar noises coming from your mouth. With almost no warning, your orgasm hits you hard and fast, washing over you so intensely that your vision goes blurry. He works you through it, lapping at you like a starved man before finally removing his mouth from you. You watch in the mirror as he stands up and removes himself from his pants again,  rubbing his tip through your folds as his other hand rests tightly on your waist. 

“Now this feels awfully familiar, doesn’t it?” he asks with a smirk, leaning down to kiss the back of your neck and nibbling lightly as you feel him position himself behind you. Right as his tip starts to slip inside you, you’re startled by loud repetitive knocking at the door behind you. 

“Daniel, I don’t care or want to know what you’re doing in there, but if you’re not backstage in the next two minutes, then we are going to have a serious fucking problem,” you hear the voice from behind the door yell, which you immediately recognize to be Sam. Fuck, when he said we’d be reminiscing, you didn’t think being interrupted was part of the deal. 

“Fucking hell,” Daniel mutters under his breath. “Alright, okay, I’ll be right there,” he answers loudly. He reaches down to tuck himself back into his boxers, zipping up his pants then adjusting his belt. He wraps his arms around your torso and places soft kisses from your collarbone up to your jaw, humming softly before resting his head on top of your shoulder. 

“Sorry, baby,” he offers softly, kissing your cheek. He leans back to bend down and look at you, still wet and dripping for him. You hear him mutter another “fuck” under his breath and then, to your surprise, he yanks your thong down your legs. You quickly turn around and give him a puzzled look, to which he chuckles as he slides the thong into his back pants pocket. 

“Just a keepsake to remind me of what I have to look forward to after this night is over,” he smirks, reaching to pull your skirt back down over your thighs for you with a wink. He kisses your temple softly before turning to open the door and then retreating backstage.

You stand there stunned for a moment, unsure of how you could possibly continue after that. After a quick existential crisis, you leave the bathroom and walk back to the bar, ordering yourself a double tequila soda and opting to sit at a barstool. You could not possibly handle another set full of teasing in your current state, so you think that it would be better to stay back here out of his view. The effect he has on you is completely and utterly pathetic, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. 

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Your hiding spot at the bar ended up being the best idea you could have ever come up with, and the set went off without any other distractions. You still found him looking your way here and there, but you successfully avoided getting yourself any more hot and bothered than you already were. By the time the show ended, you had finished your second drink and were successfully tipsy. 

Between the teasing, your interruption in the bathroom, and the tequila coursing through your veins, you were beyond ready to take him home. Once the show ends and he starts to approach you from backstage, you sit there praying that he’s thinking the same thing. As he sits down on the stool next to you, your lips turn downward into a small frown. He waves over to the bartender and waits for him to come over.

“What are you doing?” you ask, crossing your arms across your stomach with a small pout. The corner of his mouth tweaks into a smirk before he replies. 

“Ordering a drink,” he says smugly before the bartender comes over and hands him an old-fashioned. “What, don’t want to stay for another round? Got other plans?” He leans his elbow on the bar and takes a sip of his drink as he looks down at you, waiting for your answer. He knew exactly what you were thinking, so clearly he just wanted to play with you. Fine, two can play at that game. 

“Nope,” you answer with a sarcastic smile. “No plans at all actually. Another drink would be great.” His tongue runs against his bottom lip before he nods and then turns to the bartender to get you another gin & tonic. He hands it to you and then turns his body toward you to continue the conversation. 

“So, what’d you think of the second set?” he asks, resting his arm on the bar and scooching slightly closer to you. His knees brush against yours, slotting on either side of them as he hovers over you. You adjust in your seat, causing your skirt to ride up on your thighs slightly. Your eyes flick up to gauge his reaction and know that you’ve succeeded when you find them to be glued to your bare legs. You knew he was thinking about the fact that there was nothing beneath your skirt, and the thought thrilled you. 

“It was good! I liked that one Latin song near the end a lot,” you answer truthfully, offering him a soft smile. Countering your innocent façade, your hand in your lap moves to his knee, where your pointer finger traces small circles. You watch as he breathes out a long breath and licks his lips, then takes a sip of his drink. 

“Glad to hear that, I thought you might,” he says. With the alcohol in your system fueling your boldness, you allow your fingers to move upward from his knee to his inner thigh. Before you can get too far, however, a strong hand stops your hand and grasps around your wrist. “It would be wise of you to stop before you start something you can’t finish,” he warns. You look up at him and instead of a stern look across his face, you find a smirk. 

“Who says I can’t finish it?” you say, looking up at him as you take a sip of your drink through your straw. You watch closely as he looks over to the bar, waves the bartender over, and hands him his credit card. Before you can even fully finish your drink, Daniel’s hand is laced tightly with yours as he hastily guides you down the street and around the corner toward his apartment building. Mission: accomplished. 

He barely even shuts the door to his apartment completely before his lips attach to yours again and his fingers lace through your curls. You both kick your shoes off hurriedly as he backs you up toward his bedroom, pulling on your curls every once and a while, eliciting quiet whines from your throat. You can feel his smirk against your lips as he walks you through the threshold of his bedroom and shuts the door with his foot, backing you up until the backs of your legs hit the bed. Before he has the chance to lay you down on the bed, you interrupt him. 

“Lay down,” you hum against his lips before slipping out from under him, letting him lie down first on the bed. He quirks an eyebrow at you but obeys, intrigued by what you have planned for him. After he sits at the top of the bed, leaning on his elbows against the headboard, you climb up to straddle the bottom of his legs. 

You keep your eyes locked on his as you slowly unbuckle his belt, unlacing the leather from the buckle and sliding the zipper down. His eyes are dark, his dark brown eyes almost black in the pitch-black room, only lit up by the streetlights outside the window and the low light from the bathroom. You dip your fingers into the waistline of his pants and gently pull, bringing them down all the way to his ankles. Before tossing them to the floor, you reach into the back pocket and take out your thong that had been there all night, looking up at him with a smirk before tossing them both to the floor.

You crawl up his legs to straddle him, wrapping your hands around his neck as you bring his mouth up to meet yours. Your skirt has ridden up significantly by now, pooling at your waist and revealing your bare core as you sat on top of him. His hands sat steadily on your waist, holding tightly as you ground yourself down on him. A low groan leaves his throat and is muffled against your lips, making you smile against him as your tongue slips past his lips and meets his. 

His hand moves from your waist to pull the zipper of your skirt down behind you, pulling it down all the way then discarding it to the floor next to you. The same hand moves along your body up your torso to grasp at your breast through your tight shirt, squeezing tightly before reaching to pull the shirt off completely. Your fingers fumble with the buttons of his shirt, undoing each one before helping him slide it down his shoulders. 

Your fingers glide down his chest as you remove your lips from his to slide down his body, hovering over his legs. You slip your fingers into the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down all the way and tossing them to the side before taking his cock in your hand, pumping it a few times as you watch his eyes roll back in his head. You lean down over him, licking small stripes along the base before taking it in your mouth entirely, sinking down until your nose hits his stomach, brushing against the hair there. You watch as his head leans back against the headboard and his mouth is slightly agape, with soft groans leaving his lips. You grip his thighs tightly as you move your head, moaning slightly against him as you rub your legs together. You’d love nothing more than to make him finish right there, but you knew he wouldn’t let you. 

“Fuck, stop– not gonna last,” he groans, reaching down to pull your head off of him then wipes a spot of saliva off of your lips with his thumb. “Get up here.” 

You bite your lip and nod, moving up his body to straddle him once more. You position yourself above him and slowly sink down, adjusting to his size before taking him completely. You can’t stop the whine that leaves your mouth from the stretch, which is only amplified when his lips suck deep marks along your throat. His left hand caresses your breast softly as the other is planted firmly on your hip, guiding you down onto his cock as you throw your head back with a moan. 

“So fuckin’ beautiful,” Daniel mumbles against your skin, soothing the spot on your neck with his tongue before moving to your collarbone, sinking his teeth in slightly. You keep a steady pace as you ride him, trying to stay focused as he continues to leave marks along your skin.

 After a few moments of you taking the lead, you can tell that he’s growing impatient, and soon enough, his hands move to grip your ass tightly before his hips begin to slam up into you harshly. You brace yourself on the headboard as he fucks up into you, his pace brutal and deep. The sensation is almost too much to handle and you bite your lip in an attempt to stifle any loud cries. Seeing your struggle, he leans up to capture your lips in his.

His tongue slips past your lips and tangles with yours, and you feel completely engulfed by him. He delivers a particularly hard thrust and you whine into his mouth, spurring him on as he pulls his hand back and smacks your ass. He drinks in your arousal as you let out another moan into his mouth and his calloused hand soothes the spot along your skin before delivering another slap in the same spot.

“Mmm, fuck, I’m close,” he mutters against your lips, gripping your ass firmly as his pace becomes unsteady. Your head is spinning and all you can even think about is just the feeling of him inside you, clouding your judgment. 

“Fuck, please,” you whine, not even sure what you’re begging for. Just the thought of him finishing inside you at this moment was enough to bring you teetering over the edge. One of his hands slides up your back and grips the back of your neck as he pulls his lips off of yours, brushing his nose against yours as he looks up at you with his darkened eyes.

“Yeah, you want that?” he growls, lacing his fingers through the hair on the back of your neck and gripping tightly as he pounds into you. You nod feverishly, looking down at him with pleading eyes. “You want me to pump you all nice and full?” Your eyes almost roll back in your head at his words, but fuck, did you want that. 

“Yes, please,” you plead, leaning your forehead against his as you can hardly keep yourself up with your impending orgasm. 

“God, you’re so fucking tight,” he groans, thrusting harshly into you and throwing you immediately into your second orgasm of the night. The tight grip he holds on your hair keeps you grounded as he works you through it, thrusting hurriedly before meeting his own end. His other hand grasps the flesh of your ass tightly as his hips meet yours and you feel him finish deep inside you. He thrusts a few more times slowly, placing soft kisses along your jawline and on your cheek before lifting you up and off of him. 

Daniel pulls you in for a slow kiss, his lips engulfing your top lip as you sit atop his torso, your hands tangled in his tight curls. As you move from straddling him, his eyes fall to watch as his release drips out of you onto his stomach. They roll back in his head as he moves to sit up on his elbows.

“Fuck, that’s so hot,” he groans, his eyes lingering on you as you get off the bed and walk toward the bathroom. You turn over your shoulder to see if he’s following you and you giggle as he quickly gets up off the bed and follows after you, shutting the door behind him. 

After a brief shower, the two of you retreat back to his bedroom. He finds his boxers on the floor and slides them on, picking up his white button-up along with it. You smile as he tosses it over for you to put on. You accept it happily, sliding on your thong then slipping the shirt over your shoulders and buttoning a few of the buttons in the middle, just enough to keep it on. 

“How do you always manage to look better in my own clothes than I do?” he asks with a laugh, laying down on his side of the bed and leaning up on his elbow to look over at you. 

“It must be a high bar considering how good you look in them,” you answer cheekily, smiling at him as you climb into bed next to him. “I don’t have to stay, you know. I don’t wanna intrude,” you add, looking over at him hopefully. Despite the sweet nature of your relationship lately, you can’t help but feel insecure over how comfortable you’re starting to get with him. 

“No, I want you to stay,” he says with a soft smile, brushing a few strands of hair behind your ear. “I like having you here.” The spurt of bare honesty in this moment took you slightly aback. It’s the first time that he’s actually explicitly expressed these kinds of feelings toward you, and it shoots a pang of concern through your heart. 

You really don’t want to read too much into it, but how could you not, when he’s asking you to stay in this way? Does he feel as strongly about you as you do about him? You doubted it before, but now you’re starting to feel sure that he must see something there. 

“Well, I like being here,” you say softly, offering him a shy smile as you lay down next to him, nestling your head into his chest as his arm wraps around your shoulder. You breathe him in for a moment and close your eyes, smiling to yourself as you feel him place a soft kiss on the top of your head. 

“Goodnight, sweetheart,” he whispers, resting his head atop yours with a sigh as his other hand traces circles along your hand that lays on his chest. 

“Goodnight, Daniel,” you answer, nuzzling your head on his chest once more before shutting your eyes and allowing your mind to wander off to sleep. 

As you breathe in the comforting smell of his cologne, your mind goes over the events of the past few months. After the way he’s been acting lately, especially after tonight, you were sure of it: You’re in love with Daniel Wagner. 

Your only concern is– is he in love with you? He explicitly outlined that you wouldn’t fall in love, so what now? The way he acts with you is the opposite of platonic, and the care he shows can’t just be general kindness. He must care for you, but the thought of scaring him away with strong words like “love” is the last thing that you want. 

You love Daniel Wagner, and for now, you’ll love him in silence. For now. 

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On Friday night, you find yourself taking longer to get ready than you usually go. You don’t want to admit that you’re feeling nervous about Josh’s party, but you really are. It isn’t even just the aspect of socializing with much of Nashville’s music scene, but the reality of having to finally show your relationship amongst Sam’s peers, especially his siblings. You didn’t want to make a wrong move or throw anything off and embarrass him or yourself. 

You’ve been trying to pick out your outfit for twenty minutes now, to no avail. Feeling like you’re at a complete loss, you shout for Lucy to come into your room and help you out. You knew if anyone knew what you should wear, she would. 

“Okay, so what are the choices?” she asks, sitting down comfortably on the edge of your bed. You walk over to your closet and pull some things out to show her. 

“So first, there’s this skirt and this red top,” you start, lifting up a black short leather skirt on its hanger, along with a red corset top, laced on the back. “Or, I could wear this navy sundress,” you say, pulling out a dark blue dress with thin straps and small white flowers all over. “I’m just not sure what the vibe is,” you groan. 

“Hmm, I think the red top and the skirt,” she answers. “It’s a bit classier and super sexy,” she continues with a wink.

“Sexy isn’t exactly my goal here,” you scoff with a smile, moving to start getting dressed.

“Whatever you say, babe,” she teases as she leaves the room to let you get dressed.

You shake your head at her as you finally start to get dressed. You slip on a black lace thong and pull up the skirt over it, sitting snugly on your waist. You’re not sure why you felt the need to wear such nice underwear, but it just felt like the right occasion. Since the top has enough support, you opt out of wearing a bra and slip it on, tying it tightly behind you. 

Your dark curls sit loosely along your shoulders as you put on a pair of small gold hoop earrings, matching the small gold chain around your neck. You didn’t usually wear hooped earrings, but you felt like stepping it up a little this time. You put on a pair of short, high-heeled boots, sitting right at the top of your calf. 

You finally leave your room and round the corner of the hallway toward the living room. But suddenly, you’re stopped in your tracks by none other than Sam Kiszka sitting on your couch staring back at you. As he sees you turn the corner, his lips turn upward into a smug smile before he stands up with a yawn and a stretch. 

“It’s about time,” he says sarcastically, stretching out his arms over his head. He’s wearing a white linen button-up shirt with some sort of embroidered pattern on it, with the top few buttons unbuttoned, and a pair of grey slacks. As he stretches his arms out, his shirt lifts up slightly above his navel, exposing a sliver of his stomach and the small patch of hair that sits above the waistline of his pants. You find yourself needing to suck in a deep breath before you let your mind wander elsewhere. 

“It feels like I’ve been waiting here forever,” he continues, his eyes flicking to yours as he sees your distraction and smirks slightly. You roll your eyes and compose yourself straightening your skirt slightly before walking over to grab your keys off the ring by the door. 

“Sam, it’s 8:04,” you answer sarcastically. “I didn’t take you for a punctual man. For everything else, you always seem to show up late.” A chuckle leaves his throat as he walks over to you by the door, still sporting his wide smirk.

“What can I say? I’ve been a changed man lately,” he says smugly, reaching over to rub the bare skin on your shoulder softly. “This relationship is supposed to improve my reputation, after all.”

“And being on time is your first step for self-improvement?” you tease, laughing to yourself as you open the door and walk out of the apartment. 

“Yeah, maybe! Who are you to judge my self-improvement journey?” he asks, feigning offense. You laugh again, smiling over at him as you wait for the elevator. 

“Fine, fine. You’re a changed man, congratulations,” you say, blowing him off as the elevator door opens and you enter first, leaning your back against the back wall. He just laughs, his white teeth peeking out slightly as he steps in behind you, brushing his hair out of his face before leaning on his side against the wall next to you. 

You watch out of the corner of your eye as his eyes travel down your body, from your tight-fitting top to the hem of your short skirt. It wasn’t exactly your intention to capture his attention with your outfit tonight, but it was a welcome bonus. 

“Looking at something in particular, Samuel?’ you ask with a smirk, turning to face him. He doesn’t appear caught, however, his smirk only widening at your question. His right hand moves to run along the thin strap of your corset top and you find yourself needing to take another deep breath as you watch him run his tongue along his bottom lip. 

“Nothing in particular, just admiring…” he trails off, his hand slipping down from the strap to your side. His pinky grazes the bare skin of your waist as he continues. “You clean up nice.” Your eyes flick up to meet his and find any hint of insincerity, but you can’t find any.

“You don’t look too bad yourself,” you reply, trying not to give too much away. It doesn’t work, though.

“Was that almost a compliment, sweetheart?” Sam teases, his hand on your waist pulling you a bit closer. You clear your throat and look down at your feet, avoiding his gaze. 

“Whatever, don’t expect it to be a habit,” you jest, finally glancing up to look him in the eye. You catch a hint of something in his eye as he looks down at you, his hold on your side still firm. Before he has the chance to quip back, the elevator dings, and the doors open to the lobby. 

With his hand still on your waist, the two of you walk out of the front doors and out to his car in the front of the building. He opens the passenger door for you on the sidewalk before releasing your waist and walking around the car to get inside. The ride is short and silent, but not uncomfortably so. Soon enough, you arrive at Josh’s house and pull in behind a long row of cars. 

“There are so many people here… Sam, when did this party start?” you ask, turning to give him a suspicious look. He laughs and puts the car in park, unbuckling his seatbelt. 

“Okay, you caught me. It started at 7,” he admits with a crooked smile, opening his door and stepping out of the car. You scoff at him and open your own door, getting out to follow him. 

“So much for turning a new leaf,” you say sarcastically, following behind him as he opens the front door and walks inside. 

“Just because I’m showing up on time for you doesn’t mean I have to show up on time for everyone,” he shrugs, walking right toward the kitchen to get a beer from the fridge. You let out a quiet laugh, shaking your head as you lean against the kitchen island. “Want one?” he asks as he turns over his shoulder to look at you. 

“Sure, yeah,” you answer, then reach out to grab it out of his hand. “Thanks.”

“No problem, sweetheart,” he answers casually, closing the fridge to head towards the living room. You don’t follow him, not wanting to hover too much. You weren’t his actual girlfriend or anything. But after a beat, he turns around to look at you. “You coming?”

“Yeah,” you answer, a small smile growing across your lips. “Yeah, sorry, I’m coming.” 

You push off of the counter and follow him to the living room, trying not to keep too much distance since you were supposed to be there as his girlfriend. As you turn the corner, you see the twins talking to some people in the far corner, some of whom you recognize as their photographer and one of their producers. 

The two of you approach the group and Josh spots you first, his lips widening into a toothy smile as he waves you over. You smile back, walking over to give him a hug as Sam stands on your side. 

“Y/N! I’m so glad you could make it,” he says softly as he hugs you tightly, patting your back. “I told Sam that if he wasn’t bringing you, then he needed to stay home,” he whispers with a chuckle, and you can’t help but erupt into laughter as you look over your shoulder at Sam behind you. He quirks an eyebrow at you and another laugh leaves your lips at the expression on his face.

“What? Talking about me already? When I’m standing right here?” he asks with an offended look on his face. You shrug with a smile as you turn back to Josh. Sam places his hand on your waist subtly, so much so that you almost don’t notice at first. But for some reason, you didn’t want to pull away. Josh smiles at the two of you before turning back to the group to get back into the conversation. 

Jake waves at you with a smile as he continues telling his story, and you decide not to interrupt it to say a formal hello. You don’t mind just standing there in their company. You’ve obviously been to your fair share of industry get-togethers, but you always favored the parties that Josh threw over everything else. 

You especially enjoyed hearing their stories from their time on tour. The band has been to so many places, and considering that you weren’t very well-traveled, it enthralled you. At that thought, it’s only just hit you that in a week, you’ll be experiencing the same things yourself. You haven’t thought about it much, but the fact that you’re going to Europe for a few weeks excited you. You wonder why you hesitated to agree in the first place. 

You got lost in your thoughts until you were pulled back to reality as Sam squeezed your waist softly. You breathe out a quiet breath, relaxing your posture as you lean into his touch slightly. It was almost second nature to you, you don’t even realize that you’re doing it but for some reason, the feeling of his hand on your waist just felt right. 

Perhaps it was the possessive aspect of it that drew you in. You’d be lying if you said that it didn’t do anything to you. It was a quick and absentminded act of affection, but that in-it-of-itself made you start to crave it. He didn’t do it for the performance and he didn’t do it to get your attention, the two of you were just in normal conversation with his brothers and the rest of the group. It was like he did it out of instinct, which made you curious. 

You turned your head over your shoulder slightly to look at him, and his eyes flicked down to meet yours. A small smirk appeared on his lips and he gave your hip another squeeze, rubbing his thumb along the hem of your top. Cheeky bastard. 

You turn back away from him and look down to find that you’ve finished your drink, so you excuse yourself to get another. Josh nods with a smile and you walk off toward the kitchen. As you turn the corner, you make eye contact with Sam, who seems to have been watching you walk away. At that moment, you watch him say something to the group and follow after you. You breathe out a sigh to yourself and turn to finish your walk to the kitchen, deciding it’s about time for a cocktail. You look at the display of liquor bottles on the counter and pick up the tequila, pouring it into a glass as you see a tall silhouette in your peripheral.

“Needed something stronger, huh? I don’t blame you,” he laughs, leaning against the counter next to you. You shrug then hand him the bottle and he takes it gratefully, pouring some into a glass of his own. Both of you pour some soda water into the cups and add a few ice cubes in silence. You take a sip, letting out a breath as you mirror his actions, leaning against the counter. You look over at him and honestly wonder what he’s still doing in here, with you. You keep finding him close to you, which was unexpected. 

“You don’t have to stay in here with me, y’know,” you remark, taking another sip as he looks at you with a puzzled look. “I’m capable of being left alone sometimes, believe it or not.” Sam chuckles, shaking his head as he leans his arm atop the counter, swirling the glass around in his cup. 

“I know,” he answers, flicking his eyes back up to meet yours. “Just don’t wanna abandon you or anything, that’s all.” You quirk an eyebrow at him, not feeling entirely convinced of his answer. 

“I’ll be fine. You go and mingle, we can catch up in a bit,” you insist, looking across the room to see Danny coming down the stairs from the bathroom and entering the kitchen. You wave him over and then look at Sam, who’s seemingly hesitating. “Go,” you repeat. 

“Alright, if you’re sure,” he concedes, pushing off the counter and walking back toward the living room. “I’ll come find you later.”

“Okay,” you reply, putting on an encouraging smile before he turns around and rounds the corner, leaving your line of sight. In all honesty, you could use the distance for a bit. The proximity you’d had since you arrived was incredibly distracting. 

You could still almost feel his touch on the bare skin of your hip between the hem of your top and the waistband of your skirt. Your own hand moves down to ghost over the spot, but it doesn’t have the same effect. Why his hands had any effect on you at all, you weren’t sure. They never did before, so what’s changed? 

Maybe Lucy was right– actually getting to know him did sort of change the way you viewed him. He hasn’t changed, though. No matter what act the two of you put on, he’s still the same Sam as before. He’s arrogant, careless, and he can’t settle down. Even though your act might make it seem otherwise, he wasn’t yours. He probably doesn’t want to be yours, or anybody’s for that matter. 

Once again, you realize that you were zoning out, and are brought back by Danny coming over to make himself a drink. He offers you a kind smile as makes his drink and then takes a seat at a barstool across from where you’re standing. 

“So… you and Sam, huh?” he asks, a smirk appearing on his lips as he takes a sip from his cup. You laugh, nodding as you try to conjure up a way to make this topic less awkward. 

“Yeah, I don’t know… it just kind of happened,” you shrug, taking an extra long drink.

“I’ll be honest, I’m not all that surprised,” he laughs, and you raise an eyebrow at him.

“Really?” you ask, wanting to know what he could possibly mean by that. All of your interactions with Sam prior had consisted of mostly arguing, so you’re not sure how he could be so comfortable with the idea of you two being together. You and Sam knew it wasn’t real, but Daniel didn’t. 

“Yeah, I always kinda thought you two would be good together,” he admits with a shrug. “You have a lot in common.”

“I guess we do, yeah,” you mutter as you take another sip from your drink. 

“Don’t tell him I told you this, but he talked about you a lot, y’know,” he adds with a smirk, raising a suggestive eyebrow at you. 

“You can’t be serious,” you say before you can even stop yourself. Luckily, he didn’t pay your outburst any mind. A deep chuckle leaves his throat and he nods. 

“I’m dead serious. After your show a few weeks ago, all he did was go on and on about your set,” he answers with a smile. “I’ve asked him for months now why he never asked you out, but he always made excuses. Said you’d never say yes, or that he couldn’t because of your roommate, or that you must have someone else.”

You were genuinely shocked. The way that Sam has treated you has always been unfriendly. You had come to terms with your little rivalry years ago, partially because you never really imagined that you would be spending this much time with him. You had never had the intention of actually knowing him. You thought that the feeling was mutual, yet all this time, it seemed as though he admired you. You’ve admired him, of course, his music and his success. But never in a million years did you think that he could be admiring you back. 

“Wow,” you say bluntly. You honestly weren’t sure what to say. “It seems like we’ve wasted a lot of time arguing, then. When we could have just stopped being stubborn and actually talked,” you admit. 

“That’s what I’ve been telling him all this time,” Danny says. “I guess all you two needed was a push.” Or a contract, you thought to yourself with a chuckle. 

“I guess we did,” you nod, hoping that’s the end of it.

“You’re good for him, I think,” he adds. This one really puzzled you. You let out a quiet hum, not sure what to say to something like that.

“I hope so,” you answer. 

And to be honest, you actually did. At the end of the day, you did want what’s best for him. Now that you think harder about it, you wonder if you spent so much time disliking him just because he was reckless and only cared about himself. The version of Sam that you’re only just beginning to know is nothing like the one you met all those years ago. You’ve started to see a different side of him, and you can’t help but wonder if maybe, just maybe, you were the reason for it. 

Before anything else can be said, you see Sam walk into the room out of the corner of your eye to stand behind Danny, putting his hands on his shoulders firmly. Danny laughs, shoving his elbow into him jokingly. Sam walks over to you, sliding his arm across the counter to rest behind your back. 

“Talking about me?” he asks with a smirk, his fingers finding a place on your upper arm and rubbing the skin softly. You laugh, rolling your eyes as you lean backward a bit more, into his touch. 

“Just discussing your budding romance,” Danny answers, winking in your direction. 

“Ah, right. What can I say? There’s just something about her,” Sam says with a shrug. You look over at him next to you, but you don’t find any hint of sarcasm on his face. You smile at him softly, hoping that your cheeks don’t give you away completely. By the smirk on Sam’s face after, you assume that you’re unsuccessful at hiding your reaction. 

“I was just gonna go out back for some fresh air, did you wanna come?” Sam asks you, his hand sliding down your arm to sit on your waist. 

“By fresh air, do you mean a cigarette?” you ask hopefully, quirking your eyebrow at him with a smirk. He laughs, reaching his other hand into his shirt pocket to pull out his pack of American Spirits. 

“You know me so well,” he teases, slipping the pack back into his pocket as he pushes off the counter to walk to the back door.

“You two are disgusting,” Danny laughs, getting up from his seat to retreat to the rest of the group in the living room. You look at Sam with a shrug and he lets out a breathy laugh as he opens the door for you, letting you step out first before following close behind and closing the door behind him.

Summer nights in Nashville were always your favorite. With the sun down, it wasn’t too hot outside, but still warm enough that you didn’t need a coat. This was your favorite type of weather, ever since you were a kid. If you could sit outside on your balcony all night, you would– and you often almsot do, until Lucy declares it’s time to go to bed. This night was no different, the warm air making you feel instantly comfortable.

The two of you step out onto the porch and walk over to Josh’s rattan furniture, sitting down on the loveseat. You watch as Sam leans forward to slide the ashtray on the glass table closer, then wait for him to light his cigarette. You cross one leg over the other, making sure to have a hold of your skirt to keep it from riding up. 

Sam places the cigarette between his lips with a smirk, his eyes flicking down to your legs briefly before returning to meet yours. He takes a drag from it, then leans forward to flick some ash off before handing it off to you. As you take it from his fingers, he leans back on the seat, placing his arm on the back to sit behind your head. 

“Having a good time?” he asks, his eyes studying you as you formulate your answer. The honest answer is yes, but you’re unsure of how many details you want to give. You couldn't exactly tell him that you were having fun at the party thanks to his company, or else he would never let you forget it.

“I am. It’s always nice to see everyone,” you answer, not necessarily giving him much to go on. You take a drag from the cigarette, then realize that your answer was a bit bland and decide to add on. “I’m looking forward to going on the tour. Spending time with everybody and getting to see so many places, like you guys always get to do.” Your answer must have been satisfactory because it earns you a soft smile from the man across from you. 

“I’m excited too,” he says, taking the cigarette back and bringing it to his lips. They looked so full in this lighting. You’ve never noticed it before now. “Have you ever been to Europe?”

“Nope,” you shake your head with an awkward smile. “Never had the chance.”

“Well, it just so happens that you have the perfect tour guide right here,” he smirks. He hands the cigarette back to you, his fingers brushing against yours for a moment. 

“Lucky me,” you answer sarcastically, eliciting a laugh from him. It’s silent for a minute, taken up by just the sounds of crickets and cicadas as the two of you share his cigarette until it’s shrunk down significantly. He looks like he’s lost in thought, then suddenly clears his throat to speak. 

“What were you and Daniel talking about?’ he asks, avoiding your gaze as he takes a drag from the cigarette and then sets it in the ashtray. 

“Why do you want to know?” you tease, turning your body toward him slightly. “Nervous?” He scoffs, shaking his head. 

“No, of course not. Just curious,” he says defensively, rolling his eyes as you laugh quietly. 

“Well, maybe you should be. He told me some pretty embarrassing stuff…” you trail off, flicking your eyes up to his to gauge his reaction. He’s not showing much– just scanning your face as though he’s trying to read your mind. 

“Why? What’d he say?” he asks hurriedly. You laugh again, which only spurs him on.

“You’ll just have to ask him,” you say coyly with a shrug. You can see him getting frustrated, which you’re certainly satisfied with. 

“Tell me,” he insists, inching closer in the seat as his eyes look down on you sternly.

“No!” you giggle, scooching away. “Why do you want to know so badly?”

“I just do! Tell me, Y/N,” he says with a sigh. The idea of not knowing what might have been said is clearly killing him. Maybe he’s hiding more than he lets on. You sigh, giving in, in hopes that you might get some answers to all your unanswered questions.

“Okay, okay, fine,” you concede with a deep breath. “He said that you talked about me. A lot,” you say with a smirk, not taking your eyes off of him as you wait for his reply. You expected him to panic, but in a Sam-like fashion, he doesn’t Instead, he returns your smirk, leaning forward slightly. 

“Did he now?” he asks, his tone teasing as you feel his hand brush your shoulder. Damnit. You thought you caught him but it’s seemingly like he caught you instead. 

“He did. ‘A lot.’ A direct quote,” you answer smugly. His eyes scan your features, lingering on your lips as he smirks down at you. 

“And how do you feel about that?” he asks, which takes you off guard. How did you feel about it? Fuck. 

“I dunno. I guess I found it hard to believe,” you say honestly, your eyes not moving from his. What is he playing at? He’s so close that you can smell the tequila on his breath, and he can surely smell yours. It was almost intoxicating. 

“Why?” he questions, his smirk still lingering but has slowly faded, replaced with a more serious expression, which you found hard to read. 

“Because you’d torture me every time I saw you, Sam,” you whisper, letting out a quiet laugh. 

“Torture? That’s a bit extreme,” he laughs. You shudder as his thumb rubs softly along your shoulder. 

“What would you call it then?” you ask sarcastically, rolling your eyes. 

“You just made it so easy to get on your nerves. It’s not my fault that you’re so… reactive,” he shrugs. 

“Reactive? Seriously?” you scoff, but still keeping your eyes locked on his. The closeness and the banter combined are starting to cloud your judgment, and you can’t help but enjoy it. 

“You can’t lie to me and say that it wasn’t at least a little fun,” he says smugly. You take a beat, unsure if you want to keep up the arguing or just use this opportunity to be transparent. It all makes you feel a bit vulnerable if you’re being honest. 

“I guess it was fun sometimes…” you trail off, not wanting to elaborate further. The corner of his mouth quirks upward into a smirk at your answer, and you already regret your honesty. 

“I thought so,” Sam says. “So then, why is it so hard to believe that I might have talked about you?” he asks. You give him a puzzled look.

“Why would you want to talk about me?” you question. You realize that you’re being difficult right now, but you don’t really care. You don’t understand what he’s trying to say. 

“Why wouldn’t I?” he asks back, his voice a bit softer now. 

You can’t ignore how close his face is any longer. His breath smells of tequila and cigarettes, and you honestly feel like you can’t get enough of it. His eyes are glued to yours, only leaving to glance down at your lips that are only centimeters away. How do you keep getting into this situation? On your night out last weekend, there were one too many times when you thought you were much too close to be only a fake couple. So, now what?

“Sam,” you whisper, your eyes scanning his. “What are you doing?”

“I don’t know,” he says. He just looks at you for a moment. You can almost see his mind going through all the consequences of the decision he wants to make. “Just… need to try something.”

You open your mouth to speak, but before you have the chance to question him further, his lips crash into yours. His hands cup your face as he leans over you, holding you softly but still with urgency. You return his kiss, letting out a quiet hum out of surprise as you melt into his hands. There’s no time to worry about what it means or why he’s doing it, all you care about is that you don’t want him to stop. 

You tangle your fingers into his long waves as he leans your back further down onto the couch, making him moan into your mouth. The sound on its own makes your eyes roll back in your head, sending shockwaves right between your legs. You’d do whatever it takes to hear that sound again. As his lips continue to attack yours, it becomes apparent to you that Sam is very vocal. All of the small sounds that escape his lips begin to intoxicate you even more than the tequila ever did. 

His lips move from yours to place small kisses across your chin and down your neck, eliciting a soft whimper to leave your throat. You can feel his lips smirk against your skin, which turns you on even more. However, now that you come back slightly and your eyes travel around the porch, you realize where you are and start to feel insecure. 

“Sam,” you whine, your hand sitting on the back of his neck as your fingers tangle in the hair there. He hums against your throat, not bothering to remove his lips from you as he works down to your collarbone then starts placing harsh kisses on the top of your chest. 

“Sam,” you repeat, raising your voice a bit as your eyes look toward the screen door in front of you. “Someone’s gonna come looking for us.” He laughs and his eyes flick up to yours, but he doesn’t move. 

“I’m sure this is what they think we’re doing anyway,” he says with a smirk, his hand planted firmly on your side as he places a few more soft kisses along your bare collarbone.

“Even so, I’d really not like one of your brothers to walk in on this,” you laugh, sitting up slightly. 

“If they did, it’s not like they could blame me… not when you look like that,” he says in a low whisper, still leaning over you. His nose brushes yours and you take a deep breath, trying to stand your ground.

“Look like what?” you ask smugly. His eyes are dark and unmoving from yours as his hand slides down to grasp your thigh, his fingers rubbing the bare skin below the hem of your skirt. 

“Don’t play dumb and act like you didn’t wear that knowing I wouldn’t be able to take my eyes off you,” he answers, smirking down at you as his lips move up your neck.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you smirk as you lean your head back slightly to give him more access to your throat. Maybe you had worn it for him subconsciously. You really can’t be sure. 

“Sure you don’t, sweetheart,” he answers sarcastically, removing his lips from your beck and leaning back slightly to look at you. His hand brushes some of the hair out of your face and lands on your cheek, rubbing it softly with his thumb. “Do you want to get out of here?”

You take a moment to just look at him before giving in. What were you thinking? The honest answer is that you aren’t thinking at all. All you’re thinking about is how the porch lights behind him make him glow in such a special way that you think you could look at him forever. The light bouncing off his cheekbones and his dark chocolate eyes looking down at you are clouding all your judgment. And you just let it happen.

“Yeah, I do,” you whisper, your eyes bouncing from his eyes to his lips as they turn upward into a smile, so subtle that you could’ve missed it if it wasn’t for the close proximity that you’re now beginning to cherish. You’re so fucked.

Sam laces his fingers with yours and before you know it, you’re following him to the back door and through the house. Following closely behind him, you approach the rest of the group, seemingly to say your goodbyes. As you get closer, Josh catches a glimpse of you first, raising an eyebrow as he sees you tangled up in his brother.

“Leaving so soon?” he asks with a smirk, sipping his drink with an assuming look on his face. Jake chuckles next to him and places a firm grip on his shoulder.

“Oh, don’t embarrass the kids, Josh. They’ve clearly got other things to attend to,” Jake says with a wink, shoving his elbow into his twin’s side with a laugh. 

“Okay, that’s enough out of both of you,” Sam groans, placing his fingers on his temple. “We’re heading out. See you later.” There’s a symphony of goodbyes and you wave timidly, trying not to get too close or else they would see how swollen your lips are and have even more to joke about. You follow Sam out the front door and to his car, parked along the long line of cars in the driveway. Before you get the chance to open your door, Sam’s hands grip your waist and spin you around, leaning your back against the door. 

Your hands land on his biceps as he leans down to capture your lips in his again. It felt hungrier this time, more hurried. You know you’ll overthink it all in the morning, but there’s no room for all that right now. You let out a soft moan into his mouth as he leans over you, which he seems to enjoy as his teeth bite down on your lip lightly, sending your head spinning. 

Before it goes too far, he pulls back, reaching behind you to open the door for you. Your cheeks flush as you smile up at him and sit down in the seat, then he shuts the door behind you and gets into the car. 

“Going back to yours?” he asks as he turns the key. You look up at him and just nod. He smiles at you, puts the car in drive, and then lets his hand rest lightly on your thigh. Your mind can’t really grasp how things escalated this quickly, but part of you feels like it all has to come down at some point. 

His thumb rubs soft circles on the skin of your thigh as he drives, sneaking glances at you from time to time. You’re not sure when he started looking at you that way, or how you missed it, but God, it felt good. You want him to look at you this way all of the time.

As you pull up in front of your apartment, reality finally hits you. Your eyes widen and you look over at Sam, who’s sitting there as though he’s waiting for you to say something.

“Oh my god, you cannot come inside,” you spit out nervously, leaning your body toward him in your seat. He raises an eyebrow at you for you to continue. “If Lucy sees you come up, she will never shut up about it. She can’t know! Not after I’ve gone on for so long about how much I hate you!”

“Okay, ouch,” Sam says, feigning offense jokingly before leaning toward you, his hand moving to sit on your waist. “Didn’t seem like you hated me twenty minutes ago.” You roll your eyes and he chuckles, placing a lingering kiss on your jawline by your ear. 

“Just sneak me in,” he whispers, kissing down your jaw to your neck. “You’ll have to be quiet though… Think you can handle that, sweetheart?” His breath is hot on your neck, completely intoxicating you. All of your worry is long gone now. 

Next thing you knew, the two of you were heading inside, your hands linked together as you waited for the elevator. His lips are peppering kisses along your jaw, making giggles erupt from your throat. He shushes you with a laugh as the elevator doors open and you both go inside. When the elevator lands on your floor, you place your pointer finger on your lips, quieting him as you approach the door. 

You unlock it and pop your head in first, telling him to wait there. You enter your apartment and turn the corner to the bedrooms, seeing that Lucy’s door is shut with the light on. Safe for now, but you better be quiet. You tiptoe back to the front door and wave for him to come in with a wide smile. It all feels silly, but kind of fun at the same time. You take his hand in yours again and walk quietly to your room, shutting the door behind you. 

His eyes scan your room for a second, taking it in. He sees your small keyboard in the corner and smiles, but doesn’t say anything for right now. Instead, he just walks toward you, cupping your face with both of your hands as he towers over you. Your eyes fall to his lips, but you have one more moment of clarity before you let everything else take over. 

“Once we start this, there’s no going back, you know,” you say softly, looking up at him to see if you can find any trace of doubt. 

“I know,” he says assuredly. “I’ll deal with the consequences of my actions tomorrow.”

You breathe out a quiet laugh as his lips meet yours tenderly and he pulls you closer. Your hands sit atop his chest as one of his moves from your cheek to your waist. His thumb brushes against the hem of your skirt, teasing you slightly. You can feel how much he wants you, his hard cock straining against his pants as your body is flush against his. You’d be lying if you said you’ve never pictured him this way before, but now it’s all you can think about. 

Your hands begin unbuttoning the buttons on his shirt as you back toward your bed and you feel him smirk against your lips. As you finish the last button, he removes his hands from you to shrug the shirt to the floor, still not taking his lips from yours. As the back of your legs hit the bed, his lips travel down your jaw to your neck, nibbling a sensitive spot there before he pushes you slightly so that you’re sitting on the edge. He kneels down at the edge of the bed as his hands slide down from your waist to your thighs, squeezing tightly as his eyes flick up to meet yours. 

“Can I…?” he trails off, his fingers moving to dip into the waistband of your skirt. You nod and his eyes trail down to your legs as his hand moves to your back to find the zipper. You lift yourself up slightly so that he can slide the skirt down your legs, letting it drop to the floor. His eyes find the black lace underwear you put on earlier this evening and you swear you see them roll in the back of his head as he leans over to place kisses along your inner thigh, biting down on the flesh slightly each time. You curse under your breath at the feeling and wonder how he can make you this aroused while still barely having touched you. 

He stands up from the floor and his lips find yours again as his hand is planted firmly on your bare upper thigh. Feeling impatient, your fingers move to fiddle with his belt, undoing it then unbuttoning his pants and pulling down the zipper. He pulls back from you, moving to pull his slacks down his thighs and letting them pool on the floor amongst the other clothes. 

Seeing him like this was a whole other sight entirely. The dark hair sitting on his chest, trailing down to his navel made you have to bite your lip to stop a moan from leaving your lips at the sight. You always knew he’d be somewhat toned but the tight chest and stark v-line traveling below his tight boxers were enough to have you completely hooked. It’s almost annoying how perfect he is, actually. 

His cock looks painfully hard against the fabric of his boxers, straining against it. You can already tell that it’s big, which didn’t scare you but definitely intrigued you. You reach down to run your finger along the shaft through the fabric as he towers over you, looking up at his dark eyes. A low groan comes from his throat and you can tell that he’s getting impatient as he wraps his arms around your waist and lifts you up, placing you up at the top of the bed. 

You rest up on your elbows as he gets onto the bed, his legs kneeling on either side of you as he leans over you. Sam places his hand on your cheek, rubbing his nose against yours as you feel his breath hot against your lips. They never touch, however, and you watch intently as he licks his lips. His eyes are darkened now, his pupils taking more space than his chocolate irises could, and you could tell that he was hungry for you. 

His other hand moves behind your back and pulls the string of your corset, untying it, then unlacing it very slowly. It was almost antagonizing and you feel desperate to feel his harsh lips on yours again, but he doesn’t grace you with that. No, he’s making you wait, almost as though he’s savoring it. When he finally finishes undoing your top and slides it down your shoulders, he tosses it to the side, and his eyes finally move from yours to take it all in. 

“God, you’re fucking gorgeous,” he says, his voice low and hoarse as his calloused hands trace your curves. His lips kiss down your neck to your collarbone, sucking harshly on your skin as he cups your breast, his thumb brushing against your nipple softly. 

He kisses his way back up to your lips, capturing them harshly as his hand slides down your torso to find the lacy hem of your panties. You suck in a deep breath as his finger teases the waistline, dipping in slightly before retracting it. You want him to touch you so badly that it almost hurts. 

“Sam, please,” you whimper against his lips, brushing your nose against his as you see a smirk form across his lips. 

“How bad do you want it?” he asks in a growl, his fingers slipping past the fabric and teasing the skin right above your aching clit. You breathe out a pained sigh.

“Sam,” you insist, not wanting to beg, but getting close to it. You hated how desperate he made you feel, it’s almost embarrassing. 

“Tell me,” he says, his finger ghosting over your clit softly, eliciting a whine from your mouth. Clearly, his ego hasn’t taken the night off. 

“Fuck, please just touch me. I want it so bad, Sam, please,” you finally beg, and with a satisfied smirk on his face, his finger dips into your folds, making your head roll back against the headboard. His hand sitting on the back of your neck lifts your head to look at him and your eyebrows furrow as his pointer finger quickly thrusts inside you. 

Your breathing quickly turns into pants as his eyes are locked on yours, his lips only centimeters away. He slips a second finger inside, curling into you deeply as his dark eyes pierce through you. Your mind can barely form a thought, but as he quickly gets you closer and closer to your high, all you want is to touch him. Your right hand grips his bicep tightly as the other reaches down to his waist then travels to grasp his cock through his boxers desperately. A deep groan comes from his throat at your touch and he quickens his pace, rubbing your clit with his thumb.

You can feel yourself getting close and clench around his fingers, desperate for the release that’s been teasing you all night. As though he can read your mind, he suddenly removes his fingers from you and leans back on his heels on top of you. A disappointed whine leaves your lips and the corner of his mouth turns upward into a smirk at your attitude.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart, I’ll get you there,” he says, his voice as smooth as honey, dripping in sex. He dips his fingers into his mouth, sucking your arousal off of them with a low hum before sliding his boxers off and tossing them. “I just need to know what it feels like to have you clenching around my cock right now.” 

His words go right between your legs and you have no reason to argue. You can barely think about anything now besides how big he is, your eyes lingering as his hand pumps it slowly. You had an idea of how big it would be from the imprint of his boxers, but this was even more than you’d imagined. It was bigger than anyone else you’ve been with, that was for certain. Your need to feel him was overwhelming.

His other hand spreads your legs open as he leans back over you, then moves up to tilt your head up to look at him. 

“You sure?” he whispers, looking down at you with heavy breaths. 

“I’m sure,” you breathe out desperately, the head of his cock brushing against your clit as he lines himself up with your entrance. 

His forehead rests against yours as he pushes into you slowly, easing you into it. You can only take a bit at a time, his length unable to even fit fully inside you. His hand grips your ass, lifting you up slightly as he fills you up. He gives you a moment to adjust to him inside you, leaving light kisses down your jaw to your ear. You breathe out a stifled moan, clenching around him as you feel desperate for him to move. You lift your hips up to meet his and he takes the hint, pulling out slightly before thrusting back into you, eliciting a quiet whine from your mouth. He brings a hand up to cover your mouth, smirking down at you. 

“You gotta be quiet, baby. Don’t want anyone to hear, do you?” he asks teasingly, delivering another thrust as your moan is muffled against his hand. “Shhhhh,” he hushes, leaning down to kiss your lips harshly. His teeth pierce your bottom lip and his tongue slips through, meeting yours. A quiet groan escapes from his throat into your mouth as his pace quickens inside you. The only sound bouncing off your walls is the collision of skin on skin, along with muffled moans. The feeling of him inside you was intoxicating, something you knew you’d be craving from now on. 

Once he knows you’ve adjusted to his size, he leans back, pulling his lips from yours and hitching one of your legs up onto his shoulder, thrusting into you at an even deeper angle. Your mouth is agape slightly and after a harsh thrust, another moan threatens to escape from your lips. You quickly bite your lip, attempting to silence it as you look up at him through your eyelashes, seeing him smirking down at you. 

“This is a view I could get used to,” he mutters, his hand tracing down from your jaw to your throat lightly. His fingers wrap around your throat, only pressing down lightly as his hips pound into you deeper. Your eyes roll into the back of your head and you bite down so hard into your lip that you taste blood, trying to stay quiet. 

As you feel yourself clenching around him, his hand moves from your throat and travels down your body. He squeezes your tit roughly, rolling your nipple in his fingers making you whimper quietly. God, he knows exactly what he’s doing. His fingers ghost down your torso and land on your clit, starting to rub fast circles over it. 

“Fuck, Sam,” you whine, looking up at him as he leans closer, hitting even deeper inside of you. 

“Yeah, does that feel good, baby?” he growls, his fingers working you toward your high quickly as his words tease you. 

“So fucking good,” you mutter, your head spinning as you watch him lick his lips above you. He thrusts deeper, pushing more of himself inside you as he splits you open. You can’t contain the whine that escapes your lips. “God, you’re so big, fuck.”

“Fucking take it. Just like that,” he says with a groan, slamming into you as his fingers abuse your clit. You barely even hear yourself muttering out a string of yeses as you feel yourself teetering over the edge. 

“Come all over my cock, c’mon,” he spits out, getting you closer and closer until the band finally snaps. He leans down and captures your lips to stifle your moans as he works you through it, moving his hand to grip your hip as he continues his harsh thrusts, getting himself closer to his own end. 

“Fuck, I’m close,” he warns, dropping your leg down from his shoulder and leaning his forehead against yours as his thrusts get faster. “Where should I–?”

“On my tits,” you answer hurriedly, kissing down his neck. A low groan erupts from his throat at your words, his hand tightening on your hip.

“Yeah, you’d like that? You want me to fucking paint you, make you look all pretty?” he asks, his voice husky and desperate. 

“Fuck, yes,” you whine, sucking a dark mark on his collarbone as he thrusts harshly into you before pulling out and straddling you. Leaning his hand on the top of the headboard, the other quickly works him to his finish as he finishes along your chest. A soft moan leaves his lips as he comes down from it, his eyes fluttering open. His hand moves from his cock to grasp your breast harshly, a groan coming from his throat as he squeezes each of them, his own release now coating his fingers. 

“Open,” he says, and you obey, opening your mouth for him to slide his fingers past your lips. You groan around them, tasting his cum on his fingers and sucking them lightly. He smirks down at you, his other hand stroking your cheek as he removes his fingers from your mouth. He gets down off the bed and walks over to your door, getting your towel off of the hook and bringing it over, cleaning you up. You sit up and he stands at the edge of the bed, leaning over you to kiss your lips softly. 

“Fuck, that was…” you trail off, your hands planted on his warm chest. 

He cuts you up, kissing you harder as he leans down over you. After a brief moment, he finally leans back, stopping to look down at you for a moment. You notice a change in his eye at one point, his facial expression dropping from a small smile to a frown. At that moment, he reaches down to the floor to pick up his underwear and slides it back on. You get up off the bed and walk over to your dresser, finding a fresh pair of underwear and an old band tee, putting it on before turning to him. To your surprise, he was getting completely dressed. 

“What are you doing?” you ask, crossing your arms over your chest. He looks up from buckling his belt and looks at you with a nonchalant look on his face.

“Getting dressed?” he answers sarcastically, reaching down to the floor to get his shirt and slide it over his arms. 

“You’re not going to stay?’ you ask, your tone starting to get a bit accusatory. A curt laugh leaves his swollen lips. What the hell?

“Of course, I’m not,” he shrugs, buttoning his shirt. “Why would I?” Your shoulders slump as you look over at the man standing in your room. You were almost in disbelief. Did it really mean nothing to him?

“I just thought that we… I don't know, Sam. I thought things were different now,” you say defeatedly. He looks up at you and you catch a somewhat sad look on his face, but it quickly disappears. 

“Sweetheart, this isn’t going to be anything more than it already is. You know that,” he says. You stare blankly at him as he steps toward you, but you take a step back. “You can’t seriously be upset with me.”

“Of course I am, Sam! I thought things were… changing between us!” you say angrily, almost yelling then catching yourself knowing how late it is. 

“Y/N, you’re not actually my girlfriend. It isn’t real. I can’t stay the night,” he says. His face is devoid of emotion, of anything, of any hint of care for you. How could you be so stupid?

“Then why would you sleep with me?” you yell, unable to keep your voice down any longer. You back so far away that your back hits the wall. He slides his shoes on and steps closer, but doesn’t push too close.

“My needs got the best of me, you were there… I shouldn’t have. It can’t happen again,” he sighs. “This relationship has to stay strictly professional.” You scoff, looking at him in disbelief. You knew better, and you still did it anyway. You really thought he’d changed. You pull at the hem of your big t-shirt nervously before finally looking him in the eye.

“Get out,” you say with a sigh. He takes a step closer.

“We have to leave for tour on Friday, you can’t back out now,” he says, shoving his hands in his pockets. You cross your arms over your chest, making yourself small. 

“I’ll be there, just get out!” you yell frustratedly. He sighs and nods his head, opening your bedroom door and walking out of the apartment. 

Once you hear the main door shut behind him, you sink to the floor, cradling your knees as angry tears start to fall down your cheeks. God, you were so fucking stupid. You didn’t let yourself fall for him, no. That would have been tremendously stupid. But you let yourself do something even worse. You let yourself like him. You let yourself feel bad for him, feel bad that you had misjudged him. But it seems like you hadn’t misjudged him at all. And now, you were stuck in a fake relationship with someone who wouldn’t view you as anything more than a colleague. Even worse, a colleague who you knew was attracted to you. You let yourself be attracted to him, even more stupid. You let yourself remember the spots that seemed to be his favorites, the noises he would make, the way he tasted. All for nothing. Stupid.

Before you have time to react, you feel warm arms wrapped around you, holding you as you cry. Of course, Lucy heard the whole thing. How could she not? 

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, leaning your head into her chest.

“Shhhh,” she soothed you, rubbing your back as she squeezed you tightly. “It doesn’t matter now. It’s okay.”

She just held you for a while, rubbing your back softly until your stifled cries subsided. She helped you wash your face, took your smudged makeup off, and tucked you into bed. All you could think about was having to face him in just a week and spend weeks on tour with him. Not only that, but you have to spend weeks with his brothers acting like nothing even happened and that everything is perfect. 

Something had to change. You could tell that something was holding him back. You find it hard to believe that he would have done some of the things he did if he had no interest in you. You’re determined to find out what he’s so afraid of, and the tour will be the best way to do it. You know that you’ll be able to get him to open up to you. You just had to figure out how.

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On Friday night, you find yourself taking longer to get ready than you usually go. You don’t want to admit that you’re feeling nervous about Josh’s party, but you really are. It isn’t even just the aspect of socializing with much of Nashville’s music scene, but the reality of having to finally show your relationship amongst Sam’s peers, especially his siblings. You didn’t want to make a wrong move or throw anything off and embarrass him or yourself. 

You’ve been trying to pick out your outfit for twenty minutes now, to no avail. Feeling like you’re at a complete loss, you shout for Lucy to come into your room and help you out. You knew if anyone knew what you should wear, she would. 

“Okay, so what are the choices?” she asks, sitting down comfortably on the edge of your bed. You walk over to your closet and pull some things out to show her. 

“So first, there’s this skirt and this red top,” you start, lifting up a black short leather skirt on its hanger, along with a red corset top, laced on the back. “Or, I could wear this navy sundress,” you say, pulling out a dark blue dress with thin straps and small white flowers all over. “I’m just not sure what the vibe is,” you groan. 

“Hmm, I think the red top and the skirt,” she answers. “It’s a bit classier and super sexy,” she continues with a wink.

“Sexy isn’t exactly my goal here,” you scoff with a smile, moving to start getting dressed.

“Whatever you say, babe,” she teases as she leaves the room to let you get dressed.

You shake your head at her as you finally start to get dressed. You slip on a black lace thong and pull up the skirt over it, sitting snugly on your waist. You’re not sure why you felt the need to wear such nice underwear, but it just felt like the right occasion. Since the top has enough support, you opt out of wearing a bra and slip it on, tying it tightly behind you. 

Your dark curls sit loosely along your shoulders as you put on a pair of small gold hoop earrings, matching the small gold chain around your neck. You didn’t usually wear hooped earrings, but you felt like stepping it up a little this time. You put on a pair of short, high-heeled boots, sitting right at the top of your calf. 

You finally leave your room and round the corner of the hallway toward the living room. But suddenly, you’re stopped in your tracks by none other than Sam Kiszka sitting on your couch staring back at you. As he sees you turn the corner, his lips turn upward into a smug smile before he stands up with a yawn and a stretch. 

“It’s about time,” he says sarcastically, stretching out his arms over his head. He’s wearing a white linen button-up shirt with some sort of embroidered pattern on it, with the top few buttons unbuttoned, and a pair of grey slacks. As he stretches his arms out, his shirt lifts up slightly above his navel, exposing a sliver of his stomach and the small patch of hair that sits above the waistline of his pants. You find yourself needing to suck in a deep breath before you let your mind wander elsewhere. 

“It feels like I’ve been waiting here forever,” he continues, his eyes flicking to yours as he sees your distraction and smirks slightly. You roll your eyes and compose yourself straightening your skirt slightly before walking over to grab your keys off the ring by the door. 

“Sam, it’s 8:04,” you answer sarcastically. “I didn’t take you for a punctual man. For everything else, you always seem to show up late.” A chuckle leaves his throat as he walks over to you by the door, still sporting his wide smirk.

“What can I say? I’ve been a changed man lately,” he says smugly, reaching over to rub the bare skin on your shoulder softly. “This relationship is supposed to improve my reputation, after all.”

“And being on time is your first step for self-improvement?” you tease, laughing to yourself as you open the door and walk out of the apartment. 

“Yeah, maybe! Who are you to judge my self-improvement journey?” he asks, feigning offense. You laugh again, smiling over at him as you wait for the elevator. 

“Fine, fine. You’re a changed man, congratulations,” you say, blowing him off as the elevator door opens and you enter first, leaning your back against the back wall. He just laughs, his white teeth peeking out slightly as he steps in behind you, brushing his hair out of his face before leaning on his side against the wall next to you. 

You watch out of the corner of your eye as his eyes travel down your body, from your tight-fitting top to the hem of your short skirt. It wasn’t exactly your intention to capture his attention with your outfit tonight, but it was a welcome bonus. 

“Looking at something in particular, Samuel?’ you ask with a smirk, turning to face him. He doesn’t appear caught, however, his smirk only widening at your question. His right hand moves to run along the thin strap of your corset top and you find yourself needing to take another deep breath as you watch him run his tongue along his bottom lip. 

“Nothing in particular, just admiring…” he trails off, his hand slipping down from the strap to your side. His pinky grazes the bare skin of your waist as he continues. “You clean up nice.” Your eyes flick up to meet his and find any hint of insincerity, but you can’t find any.

“You don’t look too bad yourself,” you reply, trying not to give too much away. It doesn’t work, though.

“Was that almost a compliment, sweetheart?” Sam teases, his hand on your waist pulling you a bit closer. You clear your throat and look down at your feet, avoiding his gaze. 

“Whatever, don’t expect it to be a habit,” you jest, finally glancing up to look him in the eye. You catch a hint of something in his eye as he looks down at you, his hold on your side still firm. Before he has the chance to quip back, the elevator dings, and the doors open to the lobby. 

With his hand still on your waist, the two of you walk out of the front doors and out to his car in the front of the building. He opens the passenger door for you on the sidewalk before releasing your waist and walking around the car to get inside. The ride is short and silent, but not uncomfortably so. Soon enough, you arrive at Josh’s house and pull in behind a long row of cars. 

“There are so many people here… Sam, when did this party start?” you ask, turning to give him a suspicious look. He laughs and puts the car in park, unbuckling his seatbelt. 

“Okay, you caught me. It started at 7,” he admits with a crooked smile, opening his door and stepping out of the car. You scoff at him and open your own door, getting out to follow him. 

“So much for turning a new leaf,” you say sarcastically, following behind him as he opens the front door and walks inside. 

“Just because I’m showing up on time for you doesn’t mean I have to show up on time for everyone,” he shrugs, walking right toward the kitchen to get a beer from the fridge. You let out a quiet laugh, shaking your head as you lean against the kitchen island. “Want one?” he asks as he turns over his shoulder to look at you. 

“Sure, yeah,” you answer, then reach out to grab it out of his hand. “Thanks.”

“No problem, sweetheart,” he answers casually, closing the fridge to head towards the living room. You don’t follow him, not wanting to hover too much. You weren’t his actual girlfriend or anything. But after a beat, he turns around to look at you. “You coming?”

“Yeah,” you answer, a small smile growing across your lips. “Yeah, sorry, I’m coming.” 

You push off of the counter and follow him to the living room, trying not to keep too much distance since you were supposed to be there as his girlfriend. As you turn the corner, you see the twins talking to some people in the far corner, some of whom you recognize as their photographer and one of their producers. 

The two of you approach the group and Josh spots you first, his lips widening into a toothy smile as he waves you over. You smile back, walking over to give him a hug as Sam stands on your side. 

“Y/N! I’m so glad you could make it,” he says softly as he hugs you tightly, patting your back. “I told Sam that if he wasn’t bringing you, then he needed to stay home,” he whispers with a chuckle, and you can’t help but erupt into laughter as you look over your shoulder at Sam behind you. He quirks an eyebrow at you and another laugh leaves your lips at the expression on his face.

“What? Talking about me already? When I’m standing right here?” he asks with an offended look on his face. You shrug with a smile as you turn back to Josh. Sam places his hand on your waist subtly, so much so that you almost don’t notice at first. But for some reason, you didn’t want to pull away. Josh smiles at the two of you before turning back to the group to get back into the conversation. 

Jake waves at you with a smile as he continues telling his story, and you decide not to interrupt it to say a formal hello. You don’t mind just standing there in their company. You’ve obviously been to your fair share of industry get-togethers, but you always favored the parties that Josh threw over everything else. 

You especially enjoyed hearing their stories from their time on tour. The band has been to so many places, and considering that you weren’t very well-traveled, it enthralled you. At that thought, it’s only just hit you that in a week, you’ll be experiencing the same things yourself. You haven’t thought about it much, but the fact that you’re going to Europe for a few weeks excited you. You wonder why you hesitated to agree in the first place. 

You got lost in your thoughts until you were pulled back to reality as Sam squeezed your waist softly. You breathe out a quiet breath, relaxing your posture as you lean into his touch slightly. It was almost second nature to you, you don’t even realize that you’re doing it but for some reason, the feeling of his hand on your waist just felt right. 

Perhaps it was the possessive aspect of it that drew you in. You’d be lying if you said that it didn’t do anything to you. It was a quick and absentminded act of affection, but that in-it-of-itself made you start to crave it. He didn’t do it for the performance and he didn’t do it to get your attention, the two of you were just in normal conversation with his brothers and the rest of the group. It was like he did it out of instinct, which made you curious. 

You turned your head over your shoulder slightly to look at him, and his eyes flicked down to meet yours. A small smirk appeared on his lips and he gave your hip another squeeze, rubbing his thumb along the hem of your top. Cheeky bastard. 

You turn back away from him and look down to find that you’ve finished your drink, so you excuse yourself to get another. Josh nods with a smile and you walk off toward the kitchen. As you turn the corner, you make eye contact with Sam, who seems to have been watching you walk away. At that moment, you watch him say something to the group and follow after you. You breathe out a sigh to yourself and turn to finish your walk to the kitchen, deciding it’s about time for a cocktail. You look at the display of liquor bottles on the counter and pick up the tequila, pouring it into a glass as you see a tall silhouette in your peripheral.

“Needed something stronger, huh? I don’t blame you,” he laughs, leaning against the counter next to you. You shrug then hand him the bottle and he takes it gratefully, pouring some into a glass of his own. Both of you pour some soda water into the cups and add a few ice cubes in silence. You take a sip, letting out a breath as you mirror his actions, leaning against the counter. You look over at him and honestly wonder what he’s still doing in here, with you. You keep finding him close to you, which was unexpected. 

“You don’t have to stay in here with me, y’know,” you remark, taking another sip as he looks at you with a puzzled look. “I’m capable of being left alone sometimes, believe it or not.” Sam chuckles, shaking his head as he leans his arm atop the counter, swirling the glass around in his cup. 

“I know,” he answers, flicking his eyes back up to meet yours. “Just don’t wanna abandon you or anything, that’s all.” You quirk an eyebrow at him, not feeling entirely convinced of his answer. 

“I’ll be fine. You go and mingle, we can catch up in a bit,” you insist, looking across the room to see Danny coming down the stairs from the bathroom and entering the kitchen. You wave him over and then look at Sam, who’s seemingly hesitating. “Go,” you repeat. 

“Alright, if you’re sure,” he concedes, pushing off the counter and walking back toward the living room. “I’ll come find you later.”

“Okay,” you reply, putting on an encouraging smile before he turns around and rounds the corner, leaving your line of sight. In all honesty, you could use the distance for a bit. The proximity you’d had since you arrived was incredibly distracting. 

You could still almost feel his touch on the bare skin of your hip between the hem of your top and the waistband of your skirt. Your own hand moves down to ghost over the spot, but it doesn’t have the same effect. Why his hands had any effect on you at all, you weren’t sure. They never did before, so what’s changed? 

Maybe Lucy was right– actually getting to know him did sort of change the way you viewed him. He hasn’t changed, though. No matter what act the two of you put on, he’s still the same Sam as before. He’s arrogant, careless, and he can’t settle down. Even though your act might make it seem otherwise, he wasn’t yours. He probably doesn’t want to be yours, or anybody’s for that matter. 

Once again, you realize that you were zoning out, and are brought back by Danny coming over to make himself a drink. He offers you a kind smile as makes his drink and then takes a seat at a barstool across from where you’re standing. 

“So… you and Sam, huh?” he asks, a smirk appearing on his lips as he takes a sip from his cup. You laugh, nodding as you try to conjure up a way to make this topic less awkward. 

“Yeah, I don’t know… it just kind of happened,” you shrug, taking an extra long drink.

“I’ll be honest, I’m not all that surprised,” he laughs, and you raise an eyebrow at him.

“Really?” you ask, wanting to know what he could possibly mean by that. All of your interactions with Sam prior had consisted of mostly arguing, so you’re not sure how he could be so comfortable with the idea of you two being together. You and Sam knew it wasn’t real, but Daniel didn’t. 

“Yeah, I always kinda thought you two would be good together,” he admits with a shrug. “You have a lot in common.”

“I guess we do, yeah,” you mutter as you take another sip from your drink. 

“Don’t tell him I told you this, but he talked about you a lot, y’know,” he adds with a smirk, raising a suggestive eyebrow at you. 

“You can’t be serious,” you say before you can even stop yourself. Luckily, he didn’t pay your outburst any mind. A deep chuckle leaves his throat and he nods. 

“I’m dead serious. After your show a few weeks ago, all he did was go on and on about your set,” he answers with a smile. “I’ve asked him for months now why he never asked you out, but he always made excuses. Said you’d never say yes, or that he couldn’t because of your roommate, or that you must have someone else.”

You were genuinely shocked. The way that Sam has treated you has always been unfriendly. You had come to terms with your little rivalry years ago, partially because you never really imagined that you would be spending this much time with him. You had never had the intention of actually knowing him. You thought that the feeling was mutual, yet all this time, it seemed as though he admired you. You’ve admired him, of course, his music and his success. But never in a million years did you think that he could be admiring you back. 

“Wow,” you say bluntly. You honestly weren’t sure what to say. “It seems like we’ve wasted a lot of time arguing, then. When we could have just stopped being stubborn and actually talked,” you admit. 

“That’s what I’ve been telling him all this time,” Danny says. “I guess all you two needed was a push.” Or a contract, you thought to yourself with a chuckle. 

“I guess we did,” you nod, hoping that’s the end of it.

“You’re good for him, I think,” he adds. This one really puzzled you. You let out a quiet hum, not sure what to say to something like that.

“I hope so,” you answer. 

And to be honest, you actually did. At the end of the day, you did want what’s best for him. Now that you think harder about it, you wonder if you spent so much time disliking him just because he was reckless and only cared about himself. The version of Sam that you’re only just beginning to know is nothing like the one you met all those years ago. You’ve started to see a different side of him, and you can’t help but wonder if maybe, just maybe, you were the reason for it. 

Before anything else can be said, you see Sam walk into the room out of the corner of your eye to stand behind Danny, putting his hands on his shoulders firmly. Danny laughs, shoving his elbow into him jokingly. Sam walks over to you, sliding his arm across the counter to rest behind your back. 

“Talking about me?” he asks with a smirk, his fingers finding a place on your upper arm and rubbing the skin softly. You laugh, rolling your eyes as you lean backward a bit more, into his touch. 

“Just discussing your budding romance,” Danny answers, winking in your direction. 

“Ah, right. What can I say? There’s just something about her,” Sam says with a shrug. You look over at him next to you, but you don’t find any hint of sarcasm on his face. You smile at him softly, hoping that your cheeks don’t give you away completely. By the smirk on Sam’s face after, you assume that you’re unsuccessful at hiding your reaction. 

“I was just gonna go out back for some fresh air, did you wanna come?” Sam asks you, his hand sliding down your arm to sit on your waist. 

“By fresh air, do you mean a cigarette?” you ask hopefully, quirking your eyebrow at him with a smirk. He laughs, reaching his other hand into his shirt pocket to pull out his pack of American Spirits. 

“You know me so well,” he teases, slipping the pack back into his pocket as he pushes off the counter to walk to the back door.

“You two are disgusting,” Danny laughs, getting up from his seat to retreat to the rest of the group in the living room. You look at Sam with a shrug and he lets out a breathy laugh as he opens the door for you, letting you step out first before following close behind and closing the door behind him.

Summer nights in Nashville were always your favorite. With the sun down, it wasn’t too hot outside, but still warm enough that you didn’t need a coat. This was your favorite type of weather, ever since you were a kid. If you could sit outside on your balcony all night, you would– and you often almsot do, until Lucy declares it’s time to go to bed. This night was no different, the warm air making you feel instantly comfortable.

The two of you step out onto the porch and walk over to Josh’s rattan furniture, sitting down on the loveseat. You watch as Sam leans forward to slide the ashtray on the glass table closer, then wait for him to light his cigarette. You cross one leg over the other, making sure to have a hold of your skirt to keep it from riding up. 

Sam places the cigarette between his lips with a smirk, his eyes flicking down to your legs briefly before returning to meet yours. He takes a drag from it, then leans forward to flick some ash off before handing it off to you. As you take it from his fingers, he leans back on the seat, placing his arm on the back to sit behind your head. 

“Having a good time?” he asks, his eyes studying you as you formulate your answer. The honest answer is yes, but you’re unsure of how many details you want to give. You couldn't exactly tell him that you were having fun at the party thanks to his company, or else he would never let you forget it.

“I am. It’s always nice to see everyone,” you answer, not necessarily giving him much to go on. You take a drag from the cigarette, then realize that your answer was a bit bland and decide to add on. “I’m looking forward to going on the tour. Spending time with everybody and getting to see so many places, like you guys always get to do.” Your answer must have been satisfactory because it earns you a soft smile from the man across from you. 

“I’m excited too,” he says, taking the cigarette back and bringing it to his lips. They looked so full in this lighting. You’ve never noticed it before now. “Have you ever been to Europe?”

“Nope,” you shake your head with an awkward smile. “Never had the chance.”

“Well, it just so happens that you have the perfect tour guide right here,” he smirks. He hands the cigarette back to you, his fingers brushing against yours for a moment. 

“Lucky me,” you answer sarcastically, eliciting a laugh from him. It’s silent for a minute, taken up by just the sounds of crickets and cicadas as the two of you share his cigarette until it’s shrunk down significantly. He looks like he’s lost in thought, then suddenly clears his throat to speak. 

“What were you and Daniel talking about?’ he asks, avoiding your gaze as he takes a drag from the cigarette and then sets it in the ashtray. 

“Why do you want to know?” you tease, turning your body toward him slightly. “Nervous?” He scoffs, shaking his head. 

“No, of course not. Just curious,” he says defensively, rolling his eyes as you laugh quietly. 

“Well, maybe you should be. He told me some pretty embarrassing stuff…” you trail off, flicking your eyes up to his to gauge his reaction. He’s not showing much– just scanning your face as though he’s trying to read your mind. 

“Why? What’d he say?” he asks hurriedly. You laugh again, which only spurs him on.

“You’ll just have to ask him,” you say coyly with a shrug. You can see him getting frustrated, which you’re certainly satisfied with. 

“Tell me,” he insists, inching closer in the seat as his eyes look down on you sternly.

“No!” you giggle, scooching away. “Why do you want to know so badly?”

“I just do! Tell me, Y/N,” he says with a sigh. The idea of not knowing what might have been said is clearly killing him. Maybe he’s hiding more than he lets on. You sigh, giving in, in hopes that you might get some answers to all your unanswered questions.

“Okay, okay, fine,” you concede with a deep breath. “He said that you talked about me. A lot,” you say with a smirk, not taking your eyes off of him as you wait for his reply. You expected him to panic, but in a Sam-like fashion, he doesn’t Instead, he returns your smirk, leaning forward slightly. 

“Did he now?” he asks, his tone teasing as you feel his hand brush your shoulder. Damnit. You thought you caught him but it’s seemingly like he caught you instead. 

“He did. ‘A lot.’ A direct quote,” you answer smugly. His eyes scan your features, lingering on your lips as he smirks down at you. 

“And how do you feel about that?” he asks, which takes you off guard. How did you feel about it? Fuck. 

“I dunno. I guess I found it hard to believe,” you say honestly, your eyes not moving from his. What is he playing at? He’s so close that you can smell the tequila on his breath, and he can surely smell yours. It was almost intoxicating. 

“Why?” he questions, his smirk still lingering but has slowly faded, replaced with a more serious expression, which you found hard to read. 

“Because you’d torture me every time I saw you, Sam,” you whisper, letting out a quiet laugh. 

“Torture? That’s a bit extreme,” he laughs. You shudder as his thumb rubs softly along your shoulder. 

“What would you call it then?” you ask sarcastically, rolling your eyes. 

“You just made it so easy to get on your nerves. It’s not my fault that you’re so… reactive,” he shrugs. 

“Reactive? Seriously?” you scoff, but still keeping your eyes locked on his. The closeness and the banter combined are starting to cloud your judgment, and you can’t help but enjoy it. 

“You can’t lie to me and say that it wasn’t at least a little fun,” he says smugly. You take a beat, unsure if you want to keep up the arguing or just use this opportunity to be transparent. It all makes you feel a bit vulnerable if you’re being honest. 

“I guess it was fun sometimes…” you trail off, not wanting to elaborate further. The corner of his mouth quirks upward into a smirk at your answer, and you already regret your honesty. 

“I thought so,” Sam says. “So then, why is it so hard to believe that I might have talked about you?” he asks. You give him a puzzled look.

“Why would you want to talk about me?” you question. You realize that you’re being difficult right now, but you don’t really care. You don’t understand what he’s trying to say. 

“Why wouldn’t I?” he asks back, his voice a bit softer now. 

You can’t ignore how close his face is any longer. His breath smells of tequila and cigarettes, and you honestly feel like you can’t get enough of it. His eyes are glued to yours, only leaving to glance down at your lips that are only centimeters away. How do you keep getting into this situation? On your night out last weekend, there were one too many times when you thought you were much too close to be only a fake couple. So, now what?

“Sam,” you whisper, your eyes scanning his. “What are you doing?”

“I don’t know,” he says. He just looks at you for a moment. You can almost see his mind going through all the consequences of the decision he wants to make. “Just… need to try something.”

You open your mouth to speak, but before you have the chance to question him further, his lips crash into yours. His hands cup your face as he leans over you, holding you softly but still with urgency. You return his kiss, letting out a quiet hum out of surprise as you melt into his hands. There’s no time to worry about what it means or why he’s doing it, all you care about is that you don’t want him to stop. 

You tangle your fingers into his long waves as he leans your back further down onto the couch, making him moan into your mouth. The sound on its own makes your eyes roll back in your head, sending shockwaves right between your legs. You’d do whatever it takes to hear that sound again. As his lips continue to attack yours, it becomes apparent to you that Sam is very vocal. All of the small sounds that escape his lips begin to intoxicate you even more than the tequila ever did. 

His lips move from yours to place small kisses across your chin and down your neck, eliciting a soft whimper to leave your throat. You can feel his lips smirk against your skin, which turns you on even more. However, now that you come back slightly and your eyes travel around the porch, you realize where you are and start to feel insecure. 

“Sam,” you whine, your hand sitting on the back of his neck as your fingers tangle in the hair there. He hums against your throat, not bothering to remove his lips from you as he works down to your collarbone then starts placing harsh kisses on the top of your chest. 

“Sam,” you repeat, raising your voice a bit as your eyes look toward the screen door in front of you. “Someone’s gonna come looking for us.” He laughs and his eyes flick up to yours, but he doesn’t move. 

“I’m sure this is what they think we’re doing anyway,” he says with a smirk, his hand planted firmly on your side as he places a few more soft kisses along your bare collarbone.

“Even so, I’d really not like one of your brothers to walk in on this,” you laugh, sitting up slightly. 

“If they did, it’s not like they could blame me… not when you look like that,” he says in a low whisper, still leaning over you. His nose brushes yours and you take a deep breath, trying to stand your ground.

“Look like what?” you ask smugly. His eyes are dark and unmoving from yours as his hand slides down to grasp your thigh, his fingers rubbing the bare skin below the hem of your skirt. 

“Don’t play dumb and act like you didn’t wear that knowing I wouldn’t be able to take my eyes off you,” he answers, smirking down at you as his lips move up your neck.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you smirk as you lean your head back slightly to give him more access to your throat. Maybe you had worn it for him subconsciously. You really can’t be sure. 

“Sure you don’t, sweetheart,” he answers sarcastically, removing his lips from your beck and leaning back slightly to look at you. His hand brushes some of the hair out of your face and lands on your cheek, rubbing it softly with his thumb. “Do you want to get out of here?”

You take a moment to just look at him before giving in. What were you thinking? The honest answer is that you aren’t thinking at all. All you’re thinking about is how the porch lights behind him make him glow in such a special way that you think you could look at him forever. The light bouncing off his cheekbones and his dark chocolate eyes looking down at you are clouding all your judgment. And you just let it happen.

“Yeah, I do,” you whisper, your eyes bouncing from his eyes to his lips as they turn upward into a smile, so subtle that you could’ve missed it if it wasn’t for the close proximity that you’re now beginning to cherish. You’re so fucked.

Sam laces his fingers with yours and before you know it, you’re following him to the back door and through the house. Following closely behind him, you approach the rest of the group, seemingly to say your goodbyes. As you get closer, Josh catches a glimpse of you first, raising an eyebrow as he sees you tangled up in his brother.

“Leaving so soon?” he asks with a smirk, sipping his drink with an assuming look on his face. Jake chuckles next to him and places a firm grip on his shoulder.

“Oh, don’t embarrass the kids, Josh. They’ve clearly got other things to attend to,” Jake says with a wink, shoving his elbow into his twin’s side with a laugh. 

“Okay, that’s enough out of both of you,” Sam groans, placing his fingers on his temple. “We’re heading out. See you later.” There’s a symphony of goodbyes and you wave timidly, trying not to get too close or else they would see how swollen your lips are and have even more to joke about. You follow Sam out the front door and to his car, parked along the long line of cars in the driveway. Before you get the chance to open your door, Sam’s hands grip your waist and spin you around, leaning your back against the door. 

Your hands land on his biceps as he leans down to capture your lips in his again. It felt hungrier this time, more hurried. You know you’ll overthink it all in the morning, but there’s no room for all that right now. You let out a soft moan into his mouth as he leans over you, which he seems to enjoy as his teeth bite down on your lip lightly, sending your head spinning. 

Before it goes too far, he pulls back, reaching behind you to open the door for you. Your cheeks flush as you smile up at him and sit down in the seat, then he shuts the door behind you and gets into the car. 

“Going back to yours?” he asks as he turns the key. You look up at him and just nod. He smiles at you, puts the car in drive, and then lets his hand rest lightly on your thigh. Your mind can’t really grasp how things escalated this quickly, but part of you feels like it all has to come down at some point. 

His thumb rubs soft circles on the skin of your thigh as he drives, sneaking glances at you from time to time. You’re not sure when he started looking at you that way, or how you missed it, but God, it felt good. You want him to look at you this way all of the time.

As you pull up in front of your apartment, reality finally hits you. Your eyes widen and you look over at Sam, who’s sitting there as though he’s waiting for you to say something.

“Oh my god, you cannot come inside,” you spit out nervously, leaning your body toward him in your seat. He raises an eyebrow at you for you to continue. “If Lucy sees you come up, she will never shut up about it. She can’t know! Not after I’ve gone on for so long about how much I hate you!”

“Okay, ouch,” Sam says, feigning offense jokingly before leaning toward you, his hand moving to sit on your waist. “Didn’t seem like you hated me twenty minutes ago.” You roll your eyes and he chuckles, placing a lingering kiss on your jawline by your ear. 

“Just sneak me in,” he whispers, kissing down your jaw to your neck. “You’ll have to be quiet though… Think you can handle that, sweetheart?” His breath is hot on your neck, completely intoxicating you. All of your worry is long gone now. 

Next thing you knew, the two of you were heading inside, your hands linked together as you waited for the elevator. His lips are peppering kisses along your jaw, making giggles erupt from your throat. He shushes you with a laugh as the elevator doors open and you both go inside. When the elevator lands on your floor, you place your pointer finger on your lips, quieting him as you approach the door. 

You unlock it and pop your head in first, telling him to wait there. You enter your apartment and turn the corner to the bedrooms, seeing that Lucy’s door is shut with the light on. Safe for now, but you better be quiet. You tiptoe back to the front door and wave for him to come in with a wide smile. It all feels silly, but kind of fun at the same time. You take his hand in yours again and walk quietly to your room, shutting the door behind you. 

His eyes scan your room for a second, taking it in. He sees your small keyboard in the corner and smiles, but doesn’t say anything for right now. Instead, he just walks toward you, cupping your face with both of your hands as he towers over you. Your eyes fall to his lips, but you have one more moment of clarity before you let everything else take over. 

“Once we start this, there’s no going back, you know,” you say softly, looking up at him to see if you can find any trace of doubt. 

“I know,” he says assuredly. “I’ll deal with the consequences of my actions tomorrow.”

You breathe out a quiet laugh as his lips meet yours tenderly and he pulls you closer. Your hands sit atop his chest as one of his moves from your cheek to your waist. His thumb brushes against the hem of your skirt, teasing you slightly. You can feel how much he wants you, his hard cock straining against his pants as your body is flush against his. You’d be lying if you said you’ve never pictured him this way before, but now it’s all you can think about. 

Your hands begin unbuttoning the buttons on his shirt as you back toward your bed and you feel him smirk against your lips. As you finish the last button, he removes his hands from you to shrug the shirt to the floor, still not taking his lips from yours. As the back of your legs hit the bed, his lips travel down your jaw to your neck, nibbling a sensitive spot there before he pushes you slightly so that you’re sitting on the edge. He kneels down at the edge of the bed as his hands slide down from your waist to your thighs, squeezing tightly as his eyes flick up to meet yours. 

“Can I…?” he trails off, his fingers moving to dip into the waistband of your skirt. You nod and his eyes trail down to your legs as his hand moves to your back to find the zipper. You lift yourself up slightly so that he can slide the skirt down your legs, letting it drop to the floor. His eyes find the black lace underwear you put on earlier this evening and you swear you see them roll in the back of his head as he leans over to place kisses along your inner thigh, biting down on the flesh slightly each time. You curse under your breath at the feeling and wonder how he can make you this aroused while still barely having touched you. 

He stands up from the floor and his lips find yours again as his hand is planted firmly on your bare upper thigh. Feeling impatient, your fingers move to fiddle with his belt, undoing it then unbuttoning his pants and pulling down the zipper. He pulls back from you, moving to pull his slacks down his thighs and letting them pool on the floor amongst the other clothes. 

Seeing him like this was a whole other sight entirely. The dark hair sitting on his chest, trailing down to his navel made you have to bite your lip to stop a moan from leaving your lips at the sight. You always knew he’d be somewhat toned but the tight chest and stark v-line traveling below his tight boxers were enough to have you completely hooked. It’s almost annoying how perfect he is, actually. 

His cock looks painfully hard against the fabric of his boxers, straining against it. You can already tell that it’s big, which didn’t scare you but definitely intrigued you. You reach down to run your finger along the shaft through the fabric as he towers over you, looking up at his dark eyes. A low groan comes from his throat and you can tell that he’s getting impatient as he wraps his arms around your waist and lifts you up, placing you up at the top of the bed. 

You rest up on your elbows as he gets onto the bed, his legs kneeling on either side of you as he leans over you. Sam places his hand on your cheek, rubbing his nose against yours as you feel his breath hot against your lips. They never touch, however, and you watch intently as he licks his lips. His eyes are darkened now, his pupils taking more space than his chocolate irises could, and you could tell that he was hungry for you. 

His other hand moves behind your back and pulls the string of your corset, untying it, then unlacing it very slowly. It was almost antagonizing and you feel desperate to feel his harsh lips on yours again, but he doesn’t grace you with that. No, he’s making you wait, almost as though he’s savoring it. When he finally finishes undoing your top and slides it down your shoulders, he tosses it to the side, and his eyes finally move from yours to take it all in. 

“God, you’re fucking gorgeous,” he says, his voice low and hoarse as his calloused hands trace your curves. His lips kiss down your neck to your collarbone, sucking harshly on your skin as he cups your breast, his thumb brushing against your nipple softly. 

He kisses his way back up to your lips, capturing them harshly as his hand slides down your torso to find the lacy hem of your panties. You suck in a deep breath as his finger teases the waistline, dipping in slightly before retracting it. You want him to touch you so badly that it almost hurts. 

“Sam, please,” you whimper against his lips, brushing your nose against his as you see a smirk form across his lips. 

“How bad do you want it?” he asks in a growl, his fingers slipping past the fabric and teasing the skin right above your aching clit. You breathe out a pained sigh.

“Sam,” you insist, not wanting to beg, but getting close to it. You hated how desperate he made you feel, it’s almost embarrassing. 

“Tell me,” he says, his finger ghosting over your clit softly, eliciting a whine from your mouth. Clearly, his ego hasn’t taken the night off. 

“Fuck, please just touch me. I want it so bad, Sam, please,” you finally beg, and with a satisfied smirk on his face, his finger dips into your folds, making your head roll back against the headboard. His hand sitting on the back of your neck lifts your head to look at him and your eyebrows furrow as his pointer finger quickly thrusts inside you. 

Your breathing quickly turns into pants as his eyes are locked on yours, his lips only centimeters away. He slips a second finger inside, curling into you deeply as his dark eyes pierce through you. Your mind can barely form a thought, but as he quickly gets you closer and closer to your high, all you want is to touch him. Your right hand grips his bicep tightly as the other reaches down to his waist then travels to grasp his cock through his boxers desperately. A deep groan comes from his throat at your touch and he quickens his pace, rubbing your clit with his thumb.

You can feel yourself getting close and clench around his fingers, desperate for the release that’s been teasing you all night. As though he can read your mind, he suddenly removes his fingers from you and leans back on his heels on top of you. A disappointed whine leaves your lips and the corner of his mouth turns upward into a smirk at your attitude.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart, I’ll get you there,” he says, his voice as smooth as honey, dripping in sex. He dips his fingers into his mouth, sucking your arousal off of them with a low hum before sliding his boxers off and tossing them. “I just need to know what it feels like to have you clenching around my cock right now.” 

His words go right between your legs and you have no reason to argue. You can barely think about anything now besides how big he is, your eyes lingering as his hand pumps it slowly. You had an idea of how big it would be from the imprint of his boxers, but this was even more than you’d imagined. It was bigger than anyone else you’ve been with, that was for certain. Your need to feel him was overwhelming.

His other hand spreads your legs open as he leans back over you, then moves up to tilt your head up to look at him. 

“You sure?” he whispers, looking down at you with heavy breaths. 

“I’m sure,” you breathe out desperately, the head of his cock brushing against your clit as he lines himself up with your entrance. 

His forehead rests against yours as he pushes into you slowly, easing you into it. You can only take a bit at a time, his length unable to even fit fully inside you. His hand grips your ass, lifting you up slightly as he fills you up. He gives you a moment to adjust to him inside you, leaving light kisses down your jaw to your ear. You breathe out a stifled moan, clenching around him as you feel desperate for him to move. You lift your hips up to meet his and he takes the hint, pulling out slightly before thrusting back into you, eliciting a quiet whine from your mouth. He brings a hand up to cover your mouth, smirking down at you. 

“You gotta be quiet, baby. Don’t want anyone to hear, do you?” he asks teasingly, delivering another thrust as your moan is muffled against his hand. “Shhhhh,” he hushes, leaning down to kiss your lips harshly. His teeth pierce your bottom lip and his tongue slips through, meeting yours. A quiet groan escapes from his throat into your mouth as his pace quickens inside you. The only sound bouncing off your walls is the collision of skin on skin, along with muffled moans. The feeling of him inside you was intoxicating, something you knew you’d be craving from now on. 

Once he knows you’ve adjusted to his size, he leans back, pulling his lips from yours and hitching one of your legs up onto his shoulder, thrusting into you at an even deeper angle. Your mouth is agape slightly and after a harsh thrust, another moan threatens to escape from your lips. You quickly bite your lip, attempting to silence it as you look up at him through your eyelashes, seeing him smirking down at you. 

“This is a view I could get used to,” he mutters, his hand tracing down from your jaw to your throat lightly. His fingers wrap around your throat, only pressing down lightly as his hips pound into you deeper. Your eyes roll into the back of your head and you bite down so hard into your lip that you taste blood, trying to stay quiet. 

As you feel yourself clenching around him, his hand moves from your throat and travels down your body. He squeezes your tit roughly, rolling your nipple in his fingers making you whimper quietly. God, he knows exactly what he’s doing. His fingers ghost down your torso and land on your clit, starting to rub fast circles over it. 

“Fuck, Sam,” you whine, looking up at him as he leans closer, hitting even deeper inside of you. 

“Yeah, does that feel good, baby?” he growls, his fingers working you toward your high quickly as his words tease you. 

“So fucking good,” you mutter, your head spinning as you watch him lick his lips above you. He thrusts deeper, pushing more of himself inside you as he splits you open. You can’t contain the whine that escapes your lips. “God, you’re so big, fuck.”

“Fucking take it. Just like that,” he says with a groan, slamming into you as his fingers abuse your clit. You barely even hear yourself muttering out a string of yeses as you feel yourself teetering over the edge. 

“Come all over my cock, c’mon,” he spits out, getting you closer and closer until the band finally snaps. He leans down and captures your lips to stifle your moans as he works you through it, moving his hand to grip your hip as he continues his harsh thrusts, getting himself closer to his own end. 

“Fuck, I’m close,” he warns, dropping your leg down from his shoulder and leaning his forehead against yours as his thrusts get faster. “Where should I–?”

“On my tits,” you answer hurriedly, kissing down his neck. A low groan erupts from his throat at your words, his hand tightening on your hip.

“Yeah, you’d like that? You want me to fucking paint you, make you look all pretty?” he asks, his voice husky and desperate. 

“Fuck, yes,” you whine, sucking a dark mark on his collarbone as he thrusts harshly into you before pulling out and straddling you. Leaning his hand on the top of the headboard, the other quickly works him to his finish as he finishes along your chest. A soft moan leaves his lips as he comes down from it, his eyes fluttering open. His hand moves from his cock to grasp your breast harshly, a groan coming from his throat as he squeezes each of them, his own release now coating his fingers. 

“Open,” he says, and you obey, opening your mouth for him to slide his fingers past your lips. You groan around them, tasting his cum on his fingers and sucking them lightly. He smirks down at you, his other hand stroking your cheek as he removes his fingers from your mouth. He gets down off the bed and walks over to your door, getting your towel off of the hook and bringing it over, cleaning you up. You sit up and he stands at the edge of the bed, leaning over you to kiss your lips softly. 

“Fuck, that was…” you trail off, your hands planted on his warm chest. 

He cuts you up, kissing you harder as he leans down over you. After a brief moment, he finally leans back, stopping to look down at you for a moment. You notice a change in his eye at one point, his facial expression dropping from a small smile to a frown. At that moment, he reaches down to the floor to pick up his underwear and slides it back on. You get up off the bed and walk over to your dresser, finding a fresh pair of underwear and an old band tee, putting it on before turning to him. To your surprise, he was getting completely dressed. 

“What are you doing?” you ask, crossing your arms over your chest. He looks up from buckling his belt and looks at you with a nonchalant look on his face.

“Getting dressed?” he answers sarcastically, reaching down to the floor to get his shirt and slide it over his arms. 

“You’re not going to stay?’ you ask, your tone starting to get a bit accusatory. A curt laugh leaves his swollen lips. What the hell?

“Of course, I’m not,” he shrugs, buttoning his shirt. “Why would I?” Your shoulders slump as you look over at the man standing in your room. You were almost in disbelief. Did it really mean nothing to him?

“I just thought that we… I don't know, Sam. I thought things were different now,” you say defeatedly. He looks up at you and you catch a somewhat sad look on his face, but it quickly disappears. 

“Sweetheart, this isn’t going to be anything more than it already is. You know that,” he says. You stare blankly at him as he steps toward you, but you take a step back. “You can’t seriously be upset with me.”

“Of course I am, Sam! I thought things were… changing between us!” you say angrily, almost yelling then catching yourself knowing how late it is. 

“Y/N, you’re not actually my girlfriend. It isn’t real. I can’t stay the night,” he says. His face is devoid of emotion, of anything, of any hint of care for you. How could you be so stupid?

“Then why would you sleep with me?” you yell, unable to keep your voice down any longer. You back so far away that your back hits the wall. He slides his shoes on and steps closer, but doesn’t push too close.

“My needs got the best of me, you were there… I shouldn’t have. It can’t happen again,” he sighs. “This relationship has to stay strictly professional.” You scoff, looking at him in disbelief. You knew better, and you still did it anyway. You really thought he’d changed. You pull at the hem of your big t-shirt nervously before finally looking him in the eye.

“Get out,” you say with a sigh. He takes a step closer.

“We have to leave for tour on Friday, you can’t back out now,” he says, shoving his hands in his pockets. You cross your arms over your chest, making yourself small. 

“I’ll be there, just get out!” you yell frustratedly. He sighs and nods his head, opening your bedroom door and walking out of the apartment. 

Once you hear the main door shut behind him, you sink to the floor, cradling your knees as angry tears start to fall down your cheeks. God, you were so fucking stupid. You didn’t let yourself fall for him, no. That would have been tremendously stupid. But you let yourself do something even worse. You let yourself like him. You let yourself feel bad for him, feel bad that you had misjudged him. But it seems like you hadn’t misjudged him at all. And now, you were stuck in a fake relationship with someone who wouldn’t view you as anything more than a colleague. Even worse, a colleague who you knew was attracted to you. You let yourself be attracted to him, even more stupid. You let yourself remember the spots that seemed to be his favorites, the noises he would make, the way he tasted. All for nothing. Stupid.

Before you have time to react, you feel warm arms wrapped around you, holding you as you cry. Of course, Lucy heard the whole thing. How could she not? 

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, leaning your head into her chest.

“Shhhh,” she soothed you, rubbing your back as she squeezed you tightly. “It doesn’t matter now. It’s okay.”

She just held you for a while, rubbing your back softly until your stifled cries subsided. She helped you wash your face, took your smudged makeup off, and tucked you into bed. All you could think about was having to face him in just a week and spend weeks on tour with him. Not only that, but you have to spend weeks with his brothers acting like nothing even happened and that everything is perfect. 

Something had to change. You could tell that something was holding him back. You find it hard to believe that he would have done some of the things he did if he had no interest in you. You’re determined to find out what he’s so afraid of, and the tour will be the best way to do it. You know that you’ll be able to get him to open up to you. You just had to figure out how.

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