FromEden

The Long Walk (College AU):

Collie Parker

The Lost Letter

Pt 2

Birthday Boy (Pt. 3)

Billy Stebbins

I love you, I’m sorry

Pt 2: My Boy

Gary Barkovich

First girlfriend... first everything

Richard Harkness

Birthday Boy

Summary: Collie notoriously hates people making a fuss on his birthday. However, as his new partner, you make it your mission to give him a great one. (College AU)

Warnings: MDNI!, smut, cussing, dry humping, oral, explicit sex, and slight aftercare.

WC: 4,100 ish

Part 1, Part 2

A/N: Lol, I so meant to post this yesterday during Collie week. But, oh well. I hope you enjoy it anyway!

You and Collie had been dating for a little over a week. For the most part, your lives remained relatively normal. You both were still busy with school and volunteer work, meaning the two of you had yet to go on your first real date. But that did not stop the two of you from spending nearly every night together.

You spent a few nights at his place, but most of the time Collie came over to your apartment after school or work. He liked being alone with you, away from his roommates. And even though you were great friends with Pete and Ray (two of his roommates), you definitely enjoyed the space too. The two of you started a routine of cooking together most nights and curling up on the couch watching some trashy reality TV.

The shows often were background noise as the two of you talked about anything and everything, trying to get to know each other. Most nights, the shows ended up being ignored because the two of you couldn't keep your hands off of each other.

You certainly had a lot to learn about him. But, just as Ray and Pete advised you once they found out the two of you were dating, Collie just takes a bit of time to open up.

You sat in a gray beanbag chair in Pete's room. Ray was across from you, spinning around slowly in the desk chair. He was trying to listen to Pete, who was trying to get him caught up on the plot of Othello before their classic literature exam on Monday.

"That's so horrible. Who would write about something that sad?" Ray exclaimed.

Pete laughed. "Shakespeare had a crazy mind. But, he's one of the greats. I wish I could write songs as well as he could write plays."

"I liked that one song you were working on a few weeks ago. The melody was nice. Have you added any lyrics?" You asked.

"I have ideas, but nothing that really fits yet." Pete moved to sit on his bed. His back against the wall with legs hanging off the side of his bed.

"You could write about love in spiral. Doomed like Othello's". You suggested. One of Pete's eyebrows lifted as he took the idea into thought.

"No, you should write about Romeo and Juliet. They had an awesome romance." Ray quipped.

You and Pete both laughed.

"Dude, they both die at the end of that play. Have you read any of the plays for this class?" You chuckled.

"I've read some. Well, skimmed. A little." He admitted.

"Dude, you are going to fail this test." Pete laughed.

"You know what. Enough test talk. Enough Shakespeare." Ray spun his chair to face you, pointing his finger directly at you. "What do you have planned for Saturday? You got a party in the works?"

"What are you talking about?" You laughed. "Why would I plan a party. My place is so not big enough for that."

"Oh, so you just planned a romantic evening then?" Pete asked, a little suggestively.

"What the hell are you two talking about?"

"Collie. You know him. Your Boyfriend. What do you have planned for his birthday?" Ray asked.

"What? When's his birthday?" You replied, definitely caught off guard.

"It's Saturday. Did you not know?" Ray, now amused by your obvious panic.

"Saturday as in like tomorrow Saturday!!!" You now leaned forward in the beanbag as the feeling of alarm took over your body. "He never told me his birthday! Or told me it was tomorrow!"

"How do you not know his birthday? I know you two have only been dating for like two weeks, but damn, what the hell do you two even talk about when you're together?" Pete questioned amusingly.

Before you could answer, Ray chimed in. "I don't think they do much talking if you know what I mean. My room is right next to his after all." He laughed.

"Okay. Now is not a time for jokes. What the fuck am I going to do? I don't have time to plan a party!"

"Hey, hey, hey!" Pete spoke, motioning for you to slow down. "It's going to be fine. Collie hates parties anyway. I think he would be miserable if you surprised him with one. Besides, that's kinda on him for not telling you. He's a pretty closed-off guy; try not to take it personally."

"I know he's quieter. I don't mind that at all. But who doesn't tell their partner about their birthday? I have to do something."

"Why don't you pretend like you have no idea it's his birthday. Go on a date or something. Play it cool. Then, when you have a quiet moment, just tell him "Happy Birthday". It keeps him from being awkward all night, and it will keep you from having an anxiety attack by being a 'bad partner'." Ray ended in air quotes around 'bad partner'.

"Dude, I don't know. I mean, why don't you just surprise him with a nice dinner? Just the two of you. I think anything more, he might be weird about it. He hates being the center of attention." Pete added.

You sat there for a moment, thinking. "You know. I think you both are onto something. I have an idea, but to make it work, I need to leave now before he gets back from class."

You got up from the bean bag, pushing yourself up to stand. "I'll let you know how it goes."

Before you left their house, you slipped a note under Collie's door for him to find once he got home.

The note read:

Meet me at my place at 8. Come hungry.

You took pieces of both Ray and Pete's suggestions.

You decided to get take-out from a greasy burger joint and eat at your apartment rather than going out. You also chose not to tell Collie you knew it was his birthday tomorrow; you didn't want to ruin the small surprise you had planned.

You popped one of the movies you had rented an hour earlier into the VCR. Collie loved thriller, horror, and sci-fi films, so you got a mix of his mentioned favorites to watch that night.

As you moved to stand, a familiar pattern of knocking caught your attention.

Opening the door, you were faced with your boyfriend and his cute crooked smile.

"Hey, you." You said.

"Hi, beautiful." He greeted you as he walked through the doorway. As you shut the door behind him, he snuck an arm around your waist, pulling you in to kiss him.

"I missed you." He whispered.

"I missed you too. I'm glad you got my note." You grinned.

"Yeah, I was surprised to see it. I was a little disappointed that you didn't tell me in person. The guys told me you left 10 minutes before I got back."

"You know… I thought about staying to tell you, but I knew we would get a little preoccupied if you came home and saw me sitting in your room."

He chuckled. "I think you're probably right. What smells so good?" He asked, moving his head towards the kitchen. "Did you cook without me?"

"No, I ordered us some takeout from that burger place you've been wanting to try. It's still in the bag, I didn't want Gus to get into the food before we did." You looked towards Gus, your large orange cat, who was sleeping on the couch after eating his nightly can of wet food.

"He looks like he could down a burger." Collie joked.

"He probably could. I thought we could eat at the table, so he's not all over us while we watch a movie."

"Yeah thats fine. What movie do you wanna watch?"

"Well, I got three. I just put Jaws in, but I also got Alien and The Thing, so you can take your pick of what you want to watch first."

"Those are a few of my favorites. Why are you being so sweet tonight?" Collie asked, moving his hands to hold your hips, pulling you closer to him.

His comment made you a little nervous; you didn't want him to think anything was off. "Am I not always sweet to you?" You whispered, speaking somewhat seductively.

The comment made him blush a little. He moved one of his hands up to cup your cheek, his thumb rubbing your cheekbone. "Yeah, you're always sweet to me."

Now you were the one blushing. The comment went right to what was between your legs.

He pressed his soft lips into yours, and you melted into the kiss. You moved your arms up to wrap around his neck, a hand sliding into his long hair. You learned rather quickly that he loved it when you played with his hair.

"You know," you breathed out between kisses. "The food," another kiss. "Is going to get cold."

"I can think of something else I'd like to eat." He knew what he was doing with all of his dirty comments. He loved the look that would form on your face as your brain buffered. "But you're right. We should eat." He placed another quick peck on your lips before pulling away from you.

Gus stared at the two of you from the couch as you enjoyed your dinner at the table. You sat there for nearly an hour, chatting about your days and whatever else had come to mind. Talking to Collie was easy; he wasn't an open book, but he loved asking you questions about yourself. He had a great memory too, always remembering the small details you would tell him.

"Ray and Pete haven't been upset that you've been spending less time with them, right? I mean, I'm here every night, if you need a night with them, I'd find something else to do." Collie mentioned that after you told him about your time earlier with the guys.

"You know I was a little worried about that at first, but I think they have been enjoying the time alone."

"What do you mean?" He asked.

You let out a slight chuckle in response. "Well, I'm not 100% sure. I mean, I've always had my suspicions. I think they might be together."

"Together?"

"Like dating? Screwing? Hell, I don't know for sure. There have been a few times I've come over to study or whatever, and it seems like I interrupted them. Ray even had his sweatpants inside out one time. I wanted to say something so bad, but I didn't want to mention it if they weren't ready to share. Or if my suspicions were wrong."

"You know that makes sense. A few weeks ago, Ray had someone over in his room one night. I thought I heard Pete's voice at first. I sure didn't expect what I heard next."

"Do you think it was him?"

"I mean, hell, I wouldn't know for sure. I turned my music up. I wasn't interested in hearing any part of that." He laughed. "The walls are way too thin in that house"

"Yeah," you chucked. "I've heard complaints about that recently."

"What?"

"You know what, it's not important. You ready for that movie?" You asked, pushing yourself up from the table, grabbing both of your plates.

"Yeah. Do you need any help with those?"

"No, I got it. Why don't you get one of those blankets for us and make yourself comfortable on the couch?" You winked before walking into your kitchen to put the plates in the sink.

Before joining him on the couch, you pressed play on the VCR and made your way over to sit with him. He wrapped his right arm around you, pulling you into him. Your head rested on his shoulder, snuggling into him.

"You comfy?" You asked.

He looked down. "With you? Always." He kissed the top of your head. "Have you ever seen this before?"

"No, but you said it's good, so I trust you." You placed a more heated kiss on his lips, turning your attention away from the movie.

"Nuh Uh." He said, pulling away from your kiss. "You haven't seen this before. No funny business til after."

You scoffed. "That's not even fair," you fake pouted.

"Sorry, babe. It's too good a movie for you to miss." He grinned at you.

While he had been correct- you very much enjoyed the movie- keeping your hands to yourself had been difficult. But you prevailed. And as soon as the credits started, you were all over him.

The two of you were wrapped up in a heavy makeout session. Collie was on top of you as you lay flat on your back on the couch.

His crotch was grinding into yours, causing you both to let out moans that were swallowed by your deep kiss. His hard-on was becoming more prominent in his jeans as he rubbed against you.

You broke away from his lips to place sloppy kisses on his neck. He tossed his head back with a grunt as you began to suck at the skin.

"Do you want to go to your room?" He breathed out.

"We can. Or we can stay here on the couch if you want to." You pressed another few kisses on his jaw.

He waited a second before responding, simultaneously pulling away from you. "I can't out here. Gus is staring at me. It's weird. I don't like that he's watching."

You propped yourself up, turning slightly to look at Gus, who was sitting up in his cat bed watching the two of you. You couldn't help but laugh. "Can't stand the guy in the corner in his cuck cat bed?"

"You are so weird." He laughed. "I see where Gus gets it."

You wacked his shoulder. "Hey, I'm not that weird. But we can go to my room if you'd like. I'll even shut the door so he doesn't follow us."

"Oh, thank God," Collie said, placing another quick peck on your lips before the two of you moved to your bedroom.

With the door now shut, Collie turned his full attention back to you. His hands were firmly grasping your hips as he grinded his crotch against your pelvis.

Small moans escaped your mouth as you moved your lips against his. One of your hands ran through his hair at the base of his scalp, and the other held tightly on his bicep.

"I think we have too many clothes on," you panted.

You felt his lips pull into a smile against your cheek. "Then take them off, baby," he cooed.

Your hands immediately went to unbutton his jeans, causing him to laugh as he lifted off his dark green sweatshirt. Your clothes were off quickly after, leaving the two of you only in your underwear.

He slowly started to walk you back until your legs hit the edge of the bed. He guided you to lie down as he placed kisses on your chest.

"You're so fucking pretty like this." His dark brown eyes met yours for a split second before he kneeled on the ground in front of you, leaving a trail of kisses that went lower and lower down your body.

You began to squirm beneath him as his lips started to foucs around your hips. "Collie, please," you whined. "No teasing, I waited through the whole movie."

"Oh, I know, baby, don't worry. I'll take care of you." He grabbed your hips and pulled you down to the edge of the bed. Then he placed his fingers in the elastic of your underwear and pulled them down.

It was very clear just by the sight of you that you needed him immediately.

A soft whimper escaped your mouth as he started to lick at your most sensitive part. He always took his time with you; he loved playing with you, making you feel good.

One of his arms was wrapped around your thigh, holding your hips in place. As he continued, you became more undone, trying to buck into his face, but he held you tight in place.

Having only been together for a little while, he was surprisingly good at this. He was very observant, always listening to hear you, learning what made you feel the best.

"Fuck," you panted. "I'm so close, baby."

Collie moaned, sending vibrations into you which caused your legs to clamp.

It was only a minute later that you came on his face. Collie, of course, used his thumb to wipe his mouth, licking his fingers to taste more of you.

"You okay, baby?" He asked sweetly.

"Yeah," you sighed out.

You bounced back from your high rather quickly. As Collie moved to stand, you slid off your bed, landing on your knees in front of him. Making quick work to drag his boxers down with your hands.

His cock sprang free and slapped his stomach, landing right next to the thin happy trail that led down his stomach to his groin.

Your hand wrapped around his base, pumping his length a few times. You moved your eyes up to lock on his before you licked his tip. He let out a light groan.

You then moved your head forward, taking most of his length into your mouth. Your tongue flat over your teeth, so as to not nip at his cock.

As you bobbed, his breath became heavy. You only managed to suck him off for a little over a minute before he pulled you off of him.

"Yeah, you're too good at that. I need to be inside you now." He helped you up off the ground and placed a sweet kiss on your lips.

He then grabbed your hips and turned you around to face the bed. Gently, he guided you to lie on your stomach at the edge of the bed.

He moved over slightly to open your nightstand and pulled out one of the condoms that he had left at your place. After the last fiasco over condoms, he made sure to always have enough at both of your places.

As he worked on putting the condom on his length, your eyes flipped up to look at the digital clock on your other nightstand.

11:38

You were right on time for your plan to work. Of course, you did have more pressing things on your mind. Like, your boyfriend lining himself up and pushing slightly inside of you.

The stretch from just the tip of his cock caused you to let out a shaky moan.

"You okay, sweetheart?" He asked, rubbing a circle with his thumb on your lower back. His other hand on your hip.

"Mhmm," you replied.

"I'll go slow."

He gently pushed further into you, stopping when he bottomed out, letting you adjust to him. As he felt your body relax, he slowly began to thrust.

Each movement of his hips caused you to let out soft pants. He was big and always hit right where you needed him to. You had never experienced bad sex with this man; he always showed you a great time.

"Collie- uh mmm. Fuck." You moaned.

You couldn't see his face, but through his pleasure he cracked a smug smile. He loved making you feel good, taking care of you.

He was getting closer, impossible not to with how tight you were. While he loved watching you like this. Loved the way you looked with your head pressed into the mattress as you squirmed in pleasure. He didn't feel fully satisfied unless he saw your face as he came.

"Can you turn around for me, baby?" It was both a question and a command.

You nodded slightly, and you lifted yourself up on your arms. He slowly pulled out of you and grabbed your hips to help flip you over.

Breathless, your eyes met his. You loved looking into his big doe eyes, especially as he was sliding back into you.

With your back flat on the bed, he put one of your legs over his shoulder and pulled you closer to him, bottoming out again. You let out a loud gasp at the feeling.

After a few pumps, he dropped his chest onto yours, continuing to fuck you hard. The new position allowed you to dig your nails into his back, which caused him to let out a low moan.

As he fucked into you, you couldn't help but take him into a deep kiss. The passion stemming from how close you were to finishing a second time.

Nearly at your breaking point, you started to beg. "Umm, f-faster, please. P-lease Collie?"

If he weren't also as close as you, he probably would have had a smart remark. But your tightness caused a sharp feeling to surge up his length as he pounded into you faster.

You let out a loud whine as you came.

Only a minute after you came, his thrusts became sloppy. He tucked his head into your neck, letting out a noise close to a growl as he filled up the condom.

The sound of heavy breathing filled the room as the two of you lay awkwardly on the edge of your bed, exhausted.

You moved your head slightly to kiss his lips. Which caused him to grin.

"How are you doing, handsome?" You whispered.

"I'm great. How are you?"

"Amazing, thank you for fucking the shit out of me once again."

He laughed, slowly moving off of you. Before moving to lie in your bed, he pulled the condom off, disposing of it in your small trash can, and put his underwear back on.

You followed suit, putting back on a T-shirt and your underwear.

"I'm going to go to the bathroom quick." You said as he pulled back your comforter to get under the covers.

"Just hurry back, I miss cuddling with you."

He was always so sweet after sex.

After using the restroom and washing your hands, you walked quietly into the kitchen. Collie hadn't seen it earlier because it was out of view from the dining room. But, to the side of your microwave was one single cupcake that you had gotten from the store.

You had no idea what flavor of cake he even liked, so you settled on classic vanilla. You pulled out a single candle from a kitchen drawer and placed it in the center of the cupcake. Lighting the wick of the candle before walking back down the hallway.

You opened the door to your bedroom slightly, finding Collie already cuddled up with a blanket on your bed.

He looked at you with confusion about what you were doing, as half of your body was behind the door. As you stepped into your room, his face fell a little as he saw the cupcake in your hand. You walked over to his side of the bed to sit next to him.

"Happy Birthday, Collie." You said softly.

He grinned slightly, his eyes meeting yours. "How'd you know?"

"Well, I didn't until about 8 hours ago when Ray and Pete casually mentioned it." You tried not to sound hurt; you didn't want to make tonight about that.

"Ah," he breathed out. "I think… Well. I didn't tell you because I didn't want you to feel like you had to make a big deal out of it. We've only been dating for about two weeks. But, I guess I should have. I'm sorry, I don't want it to seem like I was hiding something from you."

"You don't have to be sorry. I was told that you aren't one for your birthday. But," you took a breath in. "You mean a lot to me. I wanted you to know that I care about you."

You trailed off. Collie sat there as you tried to form the words.

"I know. You mean a lot to me, too. You don't have to say anything else if you're not ready."

"I- uh. I." You took a deep breath, looking away from him for a moment. Your heart fluttered in your chest. "I- I love you. And you don't have to say it back, today or anytime soon. I just wanted to tell you- I mean I-"

"I love you too."

Your gaze snapped back up to meet his.

"Really?"

"Of course I do. I mean, I know it's early. But with you. You make everything feel so easy, so perfect. Of course I'm in love with you." He said.

You moved the lit cupcake slightly out of the way, and with your free hand, you grabbed his jaw and kissed him.

"Here," you said as you two pulled away from each other. "Take your cupcake."

"Should I make a wish?" He joked.

"What would you wish for?"

"Nothing. I already have everything I could ever want." He said, then blew out the candle anyway.

"I love you, Collie."

"I love you, too."

My Boy

Summary: After earning your forgiveness, you and Billy go see his mom.

Warnings: mdni, explicit smut, fingering, unprotected sex, cussing

WC: 3600

Part 1

You and Billy laid on your bed watching a rerun of The Late Show with David Letterman on your box TV. The laughs from the audience filled your room, drowning out Billy's quiet snoring.

You were propped up against your wooden headboard with two pillows behind your back. While Billy was wrapped around your waist, fast asleep with his head on your stomach.

You both had gotten back from dinner with Clem and Hank over an hour ago. All of you full from greasy burgers. Being together again on a double date was nice. While Clem threw some jabs at Billy for being so dumb as to screw things up with you the first time, she held herself back. As your joy and the way you settled your head on his shoulder proved to her that he had made things right with you again. Which was enough for her.

While Billy still felt terrible, and you still had your feelings of anger, they had certainly settled. Being without each other proved to be worse than either of you had imagined. You two certainly didn't plan to let it happen again.

Billy wasn't lying when he told you he hadn't been sleeping. As soon as the two of you got back to the house and changed into more comfortable clothes, he curled up next to you and fell asleep.

You didn't mind. Having your boyfriend back was more than enough.

As he slept, you rolled his hair through your fingers, playing with the blonde locks that he had let grow. You didn't pay much attention to the interview on the TV. You were more focused on the sleeping boy in front of you. Your boy.

He was in a pair of his athletic shorts and a black hoodie. Both of which you still had in your possession even after the breakup. You never thought to get rid of them. Always hoping deep down that the two of you would fix your relationship.

After a particularly loud reaction from the audience, Billy stirred. He moved from his side onto his stomach, pressing his face into you.

You giggled. "Comfy?"

He tilted his head back to look at you, a big, cheesy smile plastered across his face.

"Very." He tilted his head back down and kissed your stomach. First through the fabric of your tank top, then lifting the cotton to kiss your stomach.

You let out a slight sigh at the feeling.

"I missed you. I missed this. I missed the way you taste." Each sentence was interrupted by him kissing your stomach. Each time he went lower, until he was right above your panties.

He flicked his eyes up to look at you. Your breathing became heavy.

"Can I, baby?" he cooed. "Let me show you how sorry I am."

A soft yes left your lips. Your mind already too caught up in his actions to say much else.

He pushed back the pink comforter covering your legs before hooking his fingers on the hem of your shorts and panties. You lifted your hips, allowing him to take them off in one quick motion.

He moved to sit next to you, kissing your neck. His left hand dropped between your legs, and he wrapped his right arm around your body to hold your hip.

You were already wet for him, as always.

"Such a pretty pussy baby. I missed her," he whispered into your ear.

He glided a finger over your clit. Before rubbing it between his thumb and pointer finger.

You gasped. You started to move your hips slightly as he was practically jerking off your clit.

"Billy," you moaned.

"Does that feel good, baby?"

"Yeah."

You never had to tell him what you wanted. After dating for over a year, he knew what you needed.

He continued to circle your clit with his thumb and moved his middle and ring fingers to push inside of you. You tried to buck up into his touch, but his right hand was holding your hip down.

"So soft. So warm, baby." He nipped at your ear with his teeth. He picked up the pace of his fingers as he moved his hand up and down, your slick creating a loud wet noise.

"So fucking soaked." He kissed your neck. Creating a large pink spot, which would eventually turn into a hickey.

"Oh- I, Ah, Billy-"

"I know, baby. I know. I can feel it. Be a good girl and cum on my fingers for me?"

As the pressure in your stomach grew, your legs began to shake. His fingers became faster. His eyes locked on your face. Watching as you fell apart.

As you came, you threw your head back, lips pressed together, trying to hold back a loud moan.

He loved watching you like this. It drove him nuts… and made his cock hard.

His fingers kept moving until you unclenched around him, coming down from your high.

He placed a kiss on the nape of your neck before removing his fingers, bringing them up to his mouth to taste you.

You giggled. "Can you taste yourself from earlier?"

He laughed. "I don't think so. Just you, baby," he said, taking you into a kiss.

Your hand moved to grab his jaw. Your tongues fighting for control over the kiss.

You missed this. You missed everything about him. And you also wanted to make up for the last two months of pent-up sexual frustration.

You broke away from his lips. Holding his head back with the hand you had on his cheek.

"Lie down," you spoke.

A smirk tugged at his mouth. "Yes, ma'am."

He moved, lying sideways. The bottom of his lower legs dangled off the bed.

You threw your tank top on the floor. And now completely naked, you got to work undressing him.

He enthusiastically helped you, throwing off his sweatshirt and practically ripping his shorts as he tried to get naked. His pink cock slapped against his stomach. He was hard, very hard.

"Someone's excited," you teased.

"You could definitely say that," he smirked.

You straddled his waist, his hands coming up immediately to grab your hips. You leaned down and kissed him.

Sloppy. Hungry. Passionate. The kiss was a product of two months of missing each other, two months of crying, of heartbreak. If you both weren't so worked up, you would have kissed like that for the entire night.

While your tongue was in his mouth, you began rubbing yourself on his cock. Which caused him to let out a moan.

"Oh god," he panted. "You're so good at that."

"I just want to show you how much I missed my favorite boy," you said. Grabbing his cock, you placed it right at your entrance, then slid down.

His hands were tight on your hips, and yours rested on his broad shoulders.

Even though he had warmed you up very well with his fingers, you always took a few seconds to adjust to his size. He was a big guy, and that applied to all of him.

"You okay, baby?" he questioned. Moving his head up to kiss your neck.

"Better than okay." As you became used to his size, you slowly started to move up and down, rocking your hips.

With his grip on your waist, he helped you as you bounced on him. He was addicted to the way you felt, how you gripped around him. How slick and warm you were. He couldn't help but buck his hips up in response, meeting yours halfway as he picked up the pace.

The moans that spilled out of you both drowned out the noise of the TV. Luckily for the two of you, Clem went to stay at Hank's place for the night. Which gave you the ability to be as loud as you wanted.

"Ah, mmmmh, Billy!"

A huge smile was plastered across his face as he looked up to see you with your mouth open and head thrown back in pleasure.

"You like that sweet girl? Like the way I fuck your pretty pussy?"

"AHh, yes-yes, yes!" you practically screamed.

"Come here, baby," he said as he moved one of his hands from your hip and pulled you down to rest on his chest. The new position allowed you to make out again, and for Billy to swallow your moans.

Now lying on his chest, your clit brushed up against the hair at the base of his cock. Bringing you closer and closer to your release.

You began to squeeze tighter around him, causing him to groan. "You feel so good, fuck."

Feeling how close you were, he picked up the pace, trying not to finish before you did. His cock slamming into you.

You broke away from the kiss. "AHuh, please don't stop, I'm so close- I-," you squeaked out as your orgasm took over you. Your pussy clenching around him.

Your head laid against his chest as he was still bucking up into you. Moans escaped you as you became overstimulated by how good he felt.

He was close now. His eyes shut tight and teeth grinding together as he reached his high.

"Can I, mmmm, Ah, I. Can I cum in you again, baby?" he practically pleaded.

You mumbled something that resembled a yes in response.

Just a minute later, he came, filling you up. His head rocked back, and his mouth was open as he breathed heavily.

The two of you stayed like that for a while. You, on top of him, as he held you close.

Billy cleared his throat before speaking. "We should really start using condoms again."

You giggled, "Why?"

"Because they are cheaper than diapers." He moved his head to kiss your hair, brushing some out of your face.

"That's very true. I'll leave it up to you. I take my pill on time everyday so it should work well."

"You can't leave that up to me," he laughed. "With how good you feel, I never want to wear one again."

"Okay, we can use them," you giggled.

As Billy started to get his energy back, he grabbed your hips and flipped both of you over. Your head now resting against the mattress. He propped himself up on his elbow to look down at you.

"I know we would so not be ready for a baby. But, I know your mom would be thrilled."

"She would be. She'll just be excited to know were back together." He gave your cheek another kiss.

"I'm going over to the house on Sunday to have lunch with her. Do you want to come? I know she'll be so excited to see you. She was so mad when I told her what happened… what I did." You could hear the regret in his voice with his final sentence.

"I would love to go with you to see your mom. I missed her. I thought about stopping by the other week to say hi to her. But, I wasn't sure if it would be a good idea… or if you would be there."

"She would have definitely invited you in. And if I had been there, she would have told me to come back later," he joked.

A slight pause interrupted the flow of conversation as you decided what to say next.

"I didn't know how to bring it up. But I am sorry about your dad, Billy. Even though he's an asshole, I know how much it hurt you." You reached your hand up to rub his cheek.

"I guess I just hoped he was better. If I just got to know him more, he would lighten up. But that doesn't matter now. All that matters is that I have you again."

You lifted your head up, meeting his lips halfway.

As you pulled away, a thought entered your head. You chuckled before it could even come out of your mouth.

"You know, I'm also sorry you don't get to see your hot step mom anymore," you joked.

"Oh god," he laughed. "They were such a weird couple. You were right about what you said when you left. Their age gap was fucking weird. She's only 11 years older than us."

"Their little girls were cute, though. Maybe when they are older, you can get in touch with them again," you suggested.

"I think that could be a good idea," he smiled. "What do you want to do tomorrow?"

"Well, I think we should lie in bed all day. Maybe make up for some lost time?"

"I think I can get behind that," he said. Then took you into a kiss.

The two of you stayed true to your plan, spending most of Saturday in your bed. Only leaving your room to get food or to shower together.

You and Billy talked all day, catching up on every little thing that had happened in the two months you had been broken up.

When 11 rolled around on Sunday morning, you were standing in front of your closet, trying to decide what to wear.

Billy had run back to his place earlier in the morning to grab some clothes. He was now sitting on your bed, wearing a pair of light blue jeans and a red flannel jacket, which covered a white tee. He was all ready to go, but he was waiting for you.

"You'll look beautiful in anything, I promise, baby."

"I just don't know what to wear. I think I have way too many clothes. Picking an outfit can be overwhelming," you joked as you flipped through the blouses hanging in your closet.

Billy stood up and walked to stand next to you. His eyes scanned the sea of clothes before landing on what he had been looking for. He reached past you and pulled out your pink dress, the one you had worn on your first date. The one you had worn over to his dad's on the night you two broke up.

He turned to look at you, holding the material in front of him.

"I've always loved this on you. And I'm sorry I didn't say that the last time I saw you in it." He looked remorseful.

You hadn't worn it since the night of the dinner. It reminded you too much of Billy.

You grabbed the dress from him, touching it with your fingertips. It had taken two washes to get the smell of musty rain out of the cotton. Even though the dress had been nearly ruined after walking home in the rain like you did, you still decided to do everything in your power to restore it. It meant something to you.

"Yeah, I think it's a good choice." You stepped into him, embracing him in a hug. His arms quickly wrapped around you, and he kissed the top of your head.

The drive to Billy's mom's house was nice. She lived on the edge of town in a small white Craftsman-style cottage. The house was on about 2 acres of land and sat back, away from the view of the street.

The car pulled into the gravel driveway. Billy opened your door, as always.

"Did she know I was coming with you?" you questioned as the two of you walked up the concrete steps to the front door.

"No, I didn't get the chance to call her. You kept me pretty busy yesterday." He had a smug grin on his face as he thought about the two of you tangled up together in your bed.

You giggled. "You need to keep it PG, mister, were at your mom's."

"You make it really hard to do that," he said as he opened the front door, closing it behind you.

"Mom?"

"Hi, Billy! I'm out in the back, honey."

The two of you walked through the house, past the staircase, down the hallway, into the kitchen, and then out the back sliding door into the garden.

You loved the way that Billy's mom had decorated her home. It was so cozy. Off the kitchen was a stone patio, which was covered by a wooden awning decorated with string lights. The stone flooring was covered in a worn green outdoor rug, which had a wooden table and matching chairs resting in the middle. The entire backyard was shaded by large trees and covered in plants. She loved to garden.

As the two of you walked out of the house, you saw her at the edge of the patio watering a large potted Hibiscus plant. Her back was to both of you.

"I got some turkey from the store yesterday. How do sandwiches sound?" she asked, turning around.

"Oh my god," she said as she saw you. She put her watering can down and quickly walked over to you, giving you a tight hug.

"Oh, I'm so happy you two were able to make up. My boy was miserable without you."

You wrapped your arms around her. Your hands fell on her long, blond, silvering hair. While she wasn't your mom, she was who you considered to be your family away from home.

"I guess from the looks of things, your talk went well?" She asked as she pulled away from the hug.

"Yeah," you turned to smile at Billy. "He apologized."

"I know he was worried that you would turn him away-" she was interrupted by your giggling.

An immediate questioning smile spread across her face. "What's so funny?"

"I didn't exactly get a chance to tell him to leave before he locked us in my basement."

"William!" She scolded.

"Mom, I promise it sounds bad, but it's not. The doorknob fell off. I didn't lock us in," he laughed, putting his hands up in front of him in defense.

She laughed at his explanation, shaking her head. "That would only happen to you, wouldn't it?"

A brush of soft fur against your legs caught your attention.

"Hi, Minnie girl!" You exclaimed and leaned down to pet her.

Minnie was their not-so-mini cat. She was a beautiful, long-haired tortoiseshell who adored you.

"I think she might have missed you as much as Billy," his mom smiled.

"Well, I missed her as much as Billy."

"Hey!" He laughed.

"I'm joking," you laughed back as you petted Minnie. "I did miss her, though. I missed all of you."

"I missed you, too, honey. Why don't we go inside and start on some sandwiches for lunch while Billy takes the bags of mulch out of the back of the truck."

"Mom-" Billy nearly whined. Well, as much as an adult son can without being embarrassed in front of his girlfriend.

"It's only four bags. Just put them in front of the shed. By the time you're done, lunch should be ready."

The three of you sat outside around the dining table, talking while you finished your food. Minnie purred at your feet, begging for food she wasn't supposed to have.

"I am sorry he said those awful things to you, honey. When Billy suggested bringing you over there, I was a little skeptical, but I never thought he would say anything like that." His mom spoke on your dinner with the Major.

"I never expected that either. I'm just happy I was able to tell him off before I left."

"Billy told me about that. My guess is he has never been spoken to like that in his life. It makes me wish I was there," she chuckled.

"Well, I'm just glad Billy is more like you than him." And he was. He looked just like his mama, with the same blonde hair. The same smile. He even shared her kindness and sense of humor.

"I am too, honey. Hey, Billy, can you help me with the trash inside real quick?"

"Yes, ma'am."

They excused themselves. Leaving you and Minnie alone for a minute, the perfect amount of time for you to feed her some turkey.

Instead of stopping in the kitchen, Billy's mom motioned him to walk towards the front of the house with her. Leading him to the entryway, where she started digging through one of the drawers of the hall table.

"I have something for you." A small item in hand, she turned around to face him.

"I got this out of the safety deposit box at the bank a few months ago. I know you two have a long way to go after the past two months, but I think you should take this." She extended her arm, presenting Billy with a small velvet box.

He knew what it was immediately, but still opened it anyway. "It's grandmas ring."

"She wanted you to have it. To give it to someone special." She smiled at Billy, tears in her eyes from happiness. "I think you found your special person, honey. Just don't let her get away again."

She pulled him into a hug. He bent down, his chin resting on her shoulder.

"I won't mama. I promise."

He placed the box in his flannel pocket; it was small enough not to show through.

"Put it somewhere she won't find it and where you won't lose it."

"I will."

She wiped the tears in her waterline with her fingers. "Now go back out there while I try to get myself together," she laughed. "I know your girl is giving that cat turkey; she shouldn't have table food. She's on a diet."

He chuckled. "Don't worry mom, I got it."

She watched as Billy quickly walked down the hallway, throwing open the sliding door.

"Hey! Stop giving her turkey. She's too fat."

"She's not fat!" you countered back. "Just fluffy."

Lovesick Lover-Boy

Summary: You were neighbors with Richard Harkness growing up, and being the same age, you two were inseparable. When it was time to go off to college, Richie was devastated when you decided to move across the country. But after a year apart, you decided to transfer back home, giving Harkness the perfect opportunity to act on the feelings that he has always had for you. That is, if he ever gathers the courage to do it. (College AU).

Warnings: mdni, Smut, Pining!!!, love sick Harkness, so much jealousy, slight angst, college party mentions, alcohol.

WC: 7,250 ish

The last of the eight guys had moved into the house yesterday. And with only four days until the semester started up again, the only thing on their minds was taking time to relax. Well, who are they kidding? The only thing on their minds was throwing an epic 'Welcome Back' rager.

Of course, all of the guys except for Harkness, whose thoughts were preoccupied with thinking of you.

When you called him in April to tell him you were moving back home and attending the same college as him, he was thrilled. So thrilled in fact he squilled into the phone.

When you both were five years old, your parents moved in next door to Richie's family. Your parents became fast friends, and you and Richie became inseparable. He can't exactly remember when he fell in love with you; from a more scientific standpoint, it was most likely when he began puberty. But from a love perspective, it had always been you.

Throughout middle and high school, the two of you attended every dance together. You would spend nearly every single day together after school and even align your class schedules to overlap whenever you were able. You had a few relationships over those years, but none of them lasted long. Harkness, on the other hand, never dated anyone; he was too busy being in love with you.

While he was sad his freshman year as he started college without you, he still managed to make some really great friends. Though no one could hold a candle to you. He talked about you constantly, and while the other guys had never met you, they didn't need to. The amount Harkness talked about you, it was like they already knew you.

Being the good friends they were, and because they were tired of his love-sick behavior, they attempted to set him up with a girl. According to Olsen, "he just needs to get laid. At least once. Then he will stop pinning after someone clear across the country. And we won't have to hear about it anymore."

He was set up on a blind date with Chloe in mid-February. She was a sweet girl from Pennsylvania, studying elementary education. She was funny and actually seemed to pay attention when Richie would start on one of his tangents. On paper, she and Richie seemed perfect together, but his feelings for you could never fit on paper.

They dated for two months. And while you had technically been his first kiss on the playground at 7 years old. Chloe was his first everything else. First real date, first girlfriend, and first time. In a way, Hank was right. Getting laid took his mind off of you, at least that's what everyone else thought. But when you called him mid-April, telling him you were moving back home, back to him. He immediately broke up with Chloe. It's not that he didn't care about her; of course, he did. But he was getting another chance to be with you, and this time he was finally going to peel off the Band-Aid and tell you how he really felt.

The large connected kitchen and living room were towards the back of the house. Which was usually the guy's primary hangout spot. There were three mismatched couches, two fraying recliners, and one large (oddly sticky) coffee table. To the left was the kitchen, which was separated from the living room by a large kitchen island surrounded by barstools. The far side of the kitchen was lined with cabinets which had seen some wear and tear over the years.

All of the guys were downstairs. Harkness and Art sat at the island, arguing with Barkovich as he tried to convince them that baking powder and baking soda were the same thing. In the living room, Pete and Ray sat on one of the longest couches, throwing a ball to one another. The other three: Olsen, Parker, and Stebbins were intently watching one of the last Major League Baseball games of the year. Of course, the two teams playing were Olsen and Stebbins' favorites, who also happened to be rival teams.

As the room was rather loud with the game and arguing, Ray was the only one to hear the knock on the door. And the only one to get up to answer it.

He tossed the ball to Pete, putting his hand up to let him know he would be back. He then made his way out of the living room and down a small hallway, which led to the front door. Not bothering to look who it was, Ray flung open the door.

"Hi, Uh- I, is Richie. I mean Richard Harkness here?" You asked shyly.

Ray put it together instantly. From the one photo he had seen of you and the fact that no girls since Chloe ever came to the door asking for Harkness, he knew right away. He was just a little thrown off by how attractive you were.

"Holy shit. You're the girl!" He blurted out without thinking.

"The girl?" You asked, confused.

"Sorry, that was rude," he paused, putting his hand on his chest while introducing himself. "I'm Ray. Harkness' roommate. Would you like to come in? He's in the kitchen with the others."

"It's nice to meet you, Ray," you smiled. "And yeah, I'd like to come in."

He moved to the side and gestured for you to come in with his arm. He led you down the hallway, walking a few paces in front of you. And as you were about to round the corner to the kitchen, Ray yelled.

"Hey, lover-boy, you'll never guess who I just met."

Due to "lover-boy" not having a specific person attached to it, all of the boys turned their attention to Ray, and then to you.

Your eyes quickly scanned the unfamiliar room until you locked eyes with Richie. Who had turned around on the barstool to see you.

He was the same, yet so different. His style was more relaxed, no more button-up shirts and ties like he wore every day in high school. He wore a loose-fitting white tee, covered by a dark green zip-up, jeans, and sneakers. His hair was a bit longer, his dark brown curls more prominent. And he had a new pair of glasses, larger frames. He also looked a bit more defined than the last time you had seen him. You wondered if he had been going to the gym.

While Richie had moved to stand in front of the barstool. You were the first to actually move. Walking across the room to give him a tight hug. You had clearly caught him off guard as he took a second to return your embrace.

The hug was nice. You missed this, you missed him. He was one of the reasons you decided to move back home. You were homesick.

While you had taken note of the changes in Richie, he and the other guys sure noticed some things about you. From the one photo they had seen of the two of you from your Sophomore year of high school, you sure looked different. Your skin was sun-kissed from your time on the West Coast. Your hair longer, with a slight wave. And your makeup was dewy, your pink lip gloss making your lips pop.

One of the biggest changes from the photo since Richie had last seen you was your body. You had changed your style, embracing more revealing clothing as you became more confident in yourself. Your tight tank top showed off your cleavage, and your shorts hugged your hips perfectly. You were no longer a girl; you were a woman.

Taking in your surprise arrival and your new appearance, Harkness -for the first time in his life- was speechless.

"Damn, dude, are you going to ogle at the pretty girl all day, or are you going to talk to her?" Pete laughed. Causing the other guys to chuckle.

"Shit- yeah, I- I'm sorry. Hi. I just wasn't expecting to see you until tomorrow," he stammered out. One hand rubbing the back of his neck, trying to calm his nerves.

"Sorry, I should have called. I got in earlier today and thought I would come say hi." You sensed the awkward energy in the air. Not knowing what it was, you assumed it was most likely you. "I can come back another time. I didn't mean to interrupt. We have plans tomorrow anyway."

Before Richie could respond, Pete stepped in again. "Don't you worry your pretty little head, you did not interrupt anything. Why don't you come sit down while our friend looks for his brain."

You laughed at the sentiment. Looking back to Richie for approval. He finally snapped back into focus. He nodded and gestured for you to sit down on one of the couches, taking a seat right next to you.

Maybe it was the shock that had worn off, or maybe it was hearing Pete call you 'pretty' twice in under a minute, but Richie finally took over the conversation. He introduced you to each of his friends, while the baseball game became background noise to all of the talking.

Eventually, the conversation drifted to the party the guys were having that night.

"So, I'm not sure if Harkness told you, but we're having a party tonight if you want to come," Stebbins said to you. "We'll have alcohol, all of that good stuf-"

"She doesn't drink," Richie cut in before Stebbins could finish his pitch. He was right. At least he would have been if you both were still in high school.

"Actually, I do," you smiled back at Richie, meeting his eyes. "I kinda started while I was away. My roommates could get pretty wild. You could say I was easy to influence," you joked.

While your drinking habits weren't a problem for Richie, it was the way he didn't know everything about you like he used to.

"Oh, I didn't know."

Sensing some awkward tension, you tried to make him feel better. "It's okay. We have a lot to catch up on," you smiled at him.

He nodded back with a slight grin.

His roommates were very friendly, but for Harkness, they were a little too friendly.

You were getting to know the guys, asking them questions about their majors and where they were from. And they tried to get you to tell them embarrassing stories about Richie before college. While there were quite a few, given that both of you were awkward teens, you didn't expose to many deeply embarrassing secrets.

"So, did you get a place on campus? Or are you living off somewhere else?" Art asked. Shoving a handful of popcorn in his mouth right after.

"Yeah, I decided to live on campus this year. I have a single room in the Seerley dorm."

"Ah, shit. That's where Chloe lives, man," Hank snickered. Some of the others chuckled or covered their mouths not to.

"Oh, who's Chloe?" you asked, confused.

"Harkness, are you shitting me dude," Ray laughed. Slapping Richie on the shoulder. Harkness glared at him before moving his focus back to you.

"Um, Chloe is my ex-girlfriend. We dated for a few months at the start of the year," he said shyly. Richie hadn't told you about Chloe at all. When you moved to California for school, your calls became less frequent due to the time difference and how busy you both were. But Richie knew that was only part of the reason. The idea of telling the girl he was in love with that he was seeing someone else was impossible for him, so he chose not to say anything at all.

"You never told me that." Slight disappointment was clear in your response.

You weren't ignorant by any means; you knew Richie would change in the year you had been apart, just as you had. But at least when anything big happened in your life, you would call or write to him about it.

The guys could sense the unease between the two of you and quickly shifted the conversation. After another half hour, Richie found a way to excuse both of you away from the group and their invasive questions.

While Richie found them to be invasive, most wouldn't. He was just jealous of the way some of the guys were clearly flirting with you to get a rise out of him. Even more so, he was jealous of the way you seemed to not notice. It made him wonder if you liked them. It made him nervous that he had messed up his chances with you by not telling you about Chloe, by not telling you how he felt before you left for college, clear across the country.

Harkness led you to his bedroom, which was upstairs in the corner of the house. His room was all set up, having moved in the week before.

"It looks like your bedroom at home," you said as you plopped onto his bed.

He had the same navy blue comforter and gray bean bag chair from home. A cork bulletin, covered in pictures, hung above his desk. One of the larger ones was of him, his parents, and his three younger brothers. Another way of his dog Lucky and he had a few with his friends. But the person who he had the most pictures of was you. He had multiple Polaroids of the two of you together and a few of just you alone. It made you smile as you looked at them from your spot on his bed.

"Yeah, it does. I guess I'm not very creative when it comes to interior design." He joked as he moved to sit in his desk chair, just a few feet from you.

Before, the two of you always seemed to have something to talk about. But now, the silence seemed awkward, thick.

"Your friends are nice," you quipped. Trying to break the tension.

"phft, yeah too nice," he mumbled.

His standoffishness made you nervous. You thought you had done something to upset him. Maybe it was that you didn't call him as much. Maybe he was still mad you left him and moved across the country last year. Or maybe he was upset you didn't call before coming over. Whatever it was, it made you uneasy.

"Look, I-I'm sorry for not staying in touch the way I should have when I was at school. If I'm being honest, around October, I started to struggle with my courses a lot more than I thought I would. I guess I was just homesick, and I started to get lonely. My roommates were nice, but they weren't great friends… What I guess I'm trying to say is, is that I'm sorry for being a shitty friend." Towards the end of your confession, you moved your head down to look at your hands, avoiding his gaze.

Harkness was shocked. He thought you were upset with him. He didn't think that you felt bad or even felt the need to apologize for anything. He felt like he was the one in the wrong for not telling you about Chloe.

"You're not a shitty friend. Like at all. I know you were busy, and your move was a big change for you. I mean, I missed you all the time. But you're back now. We can see each other all the time, and I'll help you study. We can go to the library together. You don't have to be alone here."

You met his eyes. Your waterline pricked with tears as you smiled at him.

"Yeah, I'd really like that… and I missed you too."

He glanced down at his watch. It was getting close to 7pm.

"What time does your 'rager' start?" you said amusingly.

"People will probably start getting here around 9."

"I should probably go back to my dorm and put on some jeans or a sweatshirt so I don't get cold."

Without even having to think it through, he immediately replied, "You can wear this one." He gestured to the zip-up he was currently wearing. "Or you can borrow one of my hoodies or a pair of sweatpants."

"Why, thank you. I'll borrow a hoodie since you're offering," you grinned. "It keeps me from having to walk all the way back to my room."

He opened his closet. Pulling a gray sweatshirt out, tossing it to you. "I can walk you back after the party tonight, too. You know. The dark and stuff."

"Why thank you. Always such a gentleman."

You yawned. Tired from a long day setting up your dorm room.

"You can take a nap. I'll wake you up if you sleep for too long."

"I might try to close my eyes. But, I don't know if I can sleep," you said.

Less than 5 minutes later, you were fast asleep on Richie's pillow. Curled up, wrapped in the tie blanket that you had made for him.

He wrote for a while as you slept. Looking up at you every few minutes, just to make sure that you were still real, that you were still there.

The way he acted when you showed up unannounced wasn't because he was unhappy to see you. It was quite the opposite. The reason was, you showing up a day early changed his master plan, the one he had spent months going over in his head.

He had planned out every small little detail of your day tomorrow. He was going to arrive at your dorm at 11 am, flowers in hand. Help you unpack and set up your room. After, he planned on showing you around campus, stopping at a sandwich shop for lunch. The dinner reservations that he made weren't until 6 pm, giving the two of you plenty of time to catch up. As the sun would start to set, he planned on taking you on a walk through the park next to campus, stopping on a small bridge overlooking the water.

It was one of the most beautiful places in Maine. It's why he wanted to take you there to finally tell you how he felt. Where he wanted to ask you to be his girlfriend. He just hoped that tonight would go smoothly and he could still ask you tomorrow.

By 10 pm, the party was well underway. There were over 60 people packed into the first floor of the house. Music was blaring through the stereo, causing everyone to yell in order to hear one another.

45 minutes into the party, you had just finished your second drink. Richie, being the lovesick sweetheart he was, offered to get you another from the kitchen. Leaving you alone towards the back of the living room.

"HEYYyyyY." Said Ray, a new, but now familiar voice.

You looked up to see Ray and Pete, both holding glass beer bottles in their hands.

"Hey guys!"

"Where's lover-boy?" Ray asked.

"Oh he went to get me another drink," you replied.

"He's a real nice guy… So, you two have never dated?" Pete questioned, taking a sip of his drink.

"Ah, no. We've been friends since kindergarten. We grew up right next door to each other."

"Do you have a boyfriend?" Ray asked.

You chuckled at the topic they couldn't seem to drop. "No, no. Well, I just got here and never found anyone in California. I guess I was just too busy with school. What about the two of you? Let me guess, all the girls here are falling all over themselves for the two of you." You joked, causing both boys to laugh.

The banter between the three of you was easy enough. Your joke sent them right into another conversation, where Pete told you an embarrassing story about Ray and a girl he took on a date to a sandwich shop. But the 'sandwich shop' in question was actually an adult store with a food-related name.

"How was I supposed to know!" Ray laughed back. "I swear I had no clue. I was hanging out with her, and we were both hungry, and I suggested the first place I saw that I thought had food. It could have happened to anyone." His face red from laughter and the alcohol.

"The craziest part is," Pete laughed out. "She went on a second date with him."

Their conversation was actually nice, as the two guys were just trying to make you feel welcome. But, for Harkness, from the other side of the room, seeing you laugh that hard at Ray and Pete's jokes cut deep.

His throat began to get tight, and he was struggling to hold back tears. Seeing you with them was too much. So he decided to go upstairs to his room.

Another 10 minutes passed as you talked to the guys. Each passing minute made you wonder where Richie had headed off to.

"Have you guys seen Richie?" you asked, looking around at the sea of people.

"Uh, no, I haven't," Pete said. "That's weird though, he's been gone a while, right?"

"Yeah, he has… You know, I'm going to see where he went off to. I'll see you guys later, though."

You began to push through the crowd of people, looking around. But, you didn't see Richie. You checked the kitchen, backyard, and even went back through the living room again before deciding to check his room.

As you walked down the hallway towards his room, a faint light shone from underneath the door.

You knocked.

"Richie, it's me."

No response. You tried the handle. Locked.

"Dude, come on. I know your in there. Your lights on."

"I'm fine, I just needed to rest for a bit." His voice cracked as he spoke. You knew he was upset.

"Can you let me in?"

"Can we just not do this right now. I need a minute," he spoke through the door.

"Come on. I can tell you're sad. What happened?"

"It doesn't matter. Besides, don't you have to get back downstairs anyway? It looked like you had a lot of guys very eager to talk to you," he snipped.

His tone took you by surprise. He was never weird like this. The entire day, he had been off. You assumed it was because of you.

"Richie, if you don't open the door, I will pick it with a bobby pin. You know I can. You've seen me do it before."

And he had. Once, while his parents were away for the weekend, Richie had accidentally locked himself out of the house. After checking all of the windows, he had no choice but to ask you for help. To his utter surprise, the front door was open just minutes later.

His door clicked open. He didn't wait for you to come in before he turned back around and went to sit on the edge of his bed. Despite his weird behavior, you came in anyway, closing the door behind you.

The room was dark, only lit by a desk lamp. He wouldn't meet your gaze, but you could tell he had been crying; his eyes were red.

"What's going on?" you asked softly.

He just shook his head. "I'm stupid. That's what's wrong."

"What are you talking about?"

"It doesn't matter."

"Clearly, it does if you're upset. You've been weird since I got here."

"I'm surprised you noticed. Considering my roommates piqued your interest more than I have."

That was the second time he implied something was happening between you and other people. It upset you. You had just gotten back, and he was acting like you had done something on purpose just to upset him.

"Why do you keep saying that. I haven't even done anything. They are just being nice, getting to know me, I guess."

He scoffed.

He actually scoffed at you. You felt your face get hot with anger, and then a familiar pressure form behind your eyes.

"Why do you think I moved back?" you choked out. Tears only seconds away from falling.

"Because you missed home, your family? I'm really not sure. But it's clear from the way you were acting downstairs that you've only ever seen me as your friend-"

"I came back because I missed you. Because I'm in love with you." With the tears in your eyes, you couldn't even see Richie's reaction. You covered your face and sobbed into your hands.

"What?" he breathed out. You couldn't see it, but a huge wave of relief crashed over him.

"I-I thought that maybe if I moved away, I could finally get over you. sniff. I've always liked you, ever since middle school, but you never made any kind of move on me. But-t I come back today, and I realized it was always- always just me. You had no issue finding a girlfriend when I wasn't here, sniff, so maybe I was just holding you back. I was just always getting in your way. Maybe I made a mistake coming back here. It- It seems like you're doing very well without-"

He didn't let you finish. Harkness, the germaphobe, grabbed your face, which was covered in tears and a bit of snot, and kissed you, hard. The kiss didn't last long, as between your monologue and sobbing, you didn't have much air in your lungs.

When he pulled away, he used his thumb to wipe the tears from your cheek. "I never thought I had a chance with you when we were growing up. You were always so beautiful and mature. I just didn't think that you would like me the same way that I liked you, and I didn't want to ruin our friendship. But, every day since you left, I've been kicking myself for not being brave enough to tell you that I love you."

His hand was still cupping your cheek. Your sobs stopped, the tears turning into a small stream as he spoke.

"It's why I was so weird earlier. I had this whole day planned for us tomorrow. I made reservations for us at this pasta place I knew you would love, and I was going to take you to the park next to campus on top of this bridge and ask you to be my girlfriend. But when you showed up here, my plan kinda went out the window. I mean, my friends are awesome, but I knew that they were going to screw with me the second they met you. I talk about you all the time, they think I'm lovesick over you. And I am. I was just so mad when they were flirting with you, and when they brought up my ex. Who, by the way, they set me up with to try and get over you, but the second you told me you were coming back, I ended it with her. I knew I was getting a second chance to tell you how I felt. I guess, I just never thought you would feel the same way."

You wrapped your arms tight around him, placing the top of your head into the crook of his neck. He hugged you right back, placing kisses on your forehead.

"I would love to be your girlfriend," you whispered.

"Really?"

"Yes, dummy. Really," you giggled as he lifted you off the ground, hugging you tight.

Very quickly, the giggles stopped as you two began to kiss. He had been your first kiss, but this one was different. It meant something more.

Your tongues touched. Your mouths moved like they couldn't get enough of each other. Your hands were wrapped in his hair, and his were on your hips. You didn't stop until you finally had to break for air.

"Do you want to lie down?" he asked shyly.

You giggled. "If you want to get me naked, Richie, all you have to do is ask."

"Really?" he said breathlessly. His face flushed.

"Yeah, I mean, this is your sweatshirt after all. Take it off."

You didn't have to tell him twice. He grabbed the bottom of the sweatshirt, and you lifted your arms, helping him lift it off of you. You took it a step further, taking your tank top off as well, leaving you in just a bra.

His jaw dropped. Not wide open, but enough for you to know you were driving home crazy.

"You want to help me take it off, too?" You motioned to your white lace bra.

"Shit- I, uh, yes." He was quick with his hands. Finding the back right away, undoing the hooks and eyes.

You let it drop to the floor. Your eyes were on him, watching his expression. His eyes were on your chest.

You liked how you could drive him crazy. How his brain would turn to mush as he looked at you. It was almost too easy.

You took a step back from him and kicked off your sneakers. Then, you undid the button on your tight shorts, pulling them slowly down your legs. Leaving you in just a pair of hot pink panties.

You hopped up to sit on the side of his bed. "You wanna come lay with me, Richie?"

The way you said his name in that seductive tone drove him nuts. It made his skin warm. So warm that before he could even utter any words, he began to shed his own clothes. Starting with his zip-up, then his white tee. He then kicked off his shoes and started at his belt buckle. You licked your lips as you watched him take his jeans off, leaving him in just a pair of boxers.

He walked to you and stood between your legs before pulling you into a kiss. His hands moved down your back to your hips. His fingers holding you tight, sure to leave little bruises.

Your hands were in his hair, keeping his mouth pressed right on yours. He began grinding his pelvis into yours, causing you to gasp into the kiss. The feeling of his budge next to your most sensitive area made you wet.

Luckily for the two of you, between the music blaring and the noise of people, you could be as loud as you wanted.

He moved down to kiss your neck. One of your hands still held his hair, the other gripping onto his bicep.

"mmmh, can I taste you baby?" he groaned.

You gasped, shaking your head yes.

He placed another sloppy kiss on your neck before dropping to his knees in front of you.

"I think about this all the time," he said. "Especially today. With the shorts you had on. You drive me nuts."

Breathless, you didn't get a chance to respond before he pulled down your panties and shoved his face into your center.

Your breath hitched. His lapping tongue felt amazing. Your hand moving to the back of his head to keep him close.

"Holy shit," you panted.

He moved his eyes up to look at you, pulling his head away. Which made you grunt in displeasure from the lack of touch.

"Can you lay back for me baby?" he asked sweetly.

You immediately complied, wanting him to continue.

He went back to sucking on your clit. This time, poking at your entrance with two fingers, curling them inside you. The added pleasure turned you into a mess.

Your eyes shut tight and head thrown back as you tried to buck your pelvis up into his face. But you couldn't, as he was holding your hip down with his free hand as he ate you out.

The movement of his fingers caused pressure to build in your lower stomach. Your moans and pleas had him worked up too. As he continued to eat you out, he began humping the bed frame for relief as his boxers tightened.

He could have continued like this forever. He was perfectly content cumming in his pants as he humped the bed if it meant getting you to cum too.

He only stopped when you spoke your first coherent sentence.

"Richie, baby, please. I want you. I- I want you inside me. Please. I need you."

He immediately had to pull his hips away from the bed as another thrust combined with your words would have made him cum.

He slowly pulled his fingers out of you. Placing them in his mouth.

"You taste so good, baby," he said as he opened the middle drawer of his desk, fishing around for a condom.

You propped yourself up on your elbows to look at him. You watched as he dropped his boxers, his cock hard as he rolled on the condom. You would never admit it, but sometimes when you got to feeling a certain way, you'd always wonder how big he was. And at the sight of him now, you weren't disappointed.

You moved to lie back on the bed, resting your head on his pillow. He quickly joined you, climbing on top of you, kissing you hard.

He grabbed himself and pressed the head of his cock against your slit. Getting himself wet enough so he could push into you.

"Are you okay baby?"

"Yes, yes. Please, can you just put it in Richie? I want you so bad. I've thought about this for so long. I-I just want you to make me feel good,"

As much as he loved to hear you plead, you didn't have to. He wanted this just as much, if not more than you did.

He pushed into you, letting out a whine. You gasped at the stretch. The slight burn made your head spin.

"Please move Richie."

"You don't have to beg, baby. I'll give you whatever you want." He started to thrust slowly. "Fuck- you look so pretty like this." He groaned out.

And you did. Your mascara ran down your face, from your previous crying and now from tears of pleasure. Anyone with half a brain would know that you and Richie had just had sex from looking at you.

Even as his eyes tried to shut from pleasure, he kept them open to look at your face. He loved the way you looked as you were gasping.

"Faster," you moaned.

"Y-yesss, ma'am." He sped up. Causing you to grip onto his back. You raked your nails down his shoulder blades. Which made him moan.

He continued. It felt amazing. You had thought about the two of you, tangled up like this, forever. Imagining what he would be like, feel like.

"Richie?" you moaned.

"Ya- Y- yes baby?"

"I want to be on top."

His eyes snapped open, his thrusts slowed as he processed what you just said.

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"Okay," he said. Taking you into a kiss. He placed a hand on your back before leaning to one side to help flip you over.

You placed one of your hands on his chest, the other right by his head. You leaned down and kissed him, slowly moving your hips.

You threw your head back as his cock reached deeper into you. Your chest was now in his face; he wasted no time in taking one of your nipples into his mouth. Which caused your head to bend back towards him as you moaned.

"Shit- I, uh. You feel so good," you panted as you rocked back into him. He started to meet you halfway with his hips, bucking into you. From this new angle, he was hitting your sweet spot perfectly.

His hands were now on your hips, helping you as you thrusted back and forth on him, Richie now doing most of the work. He moved his mouth away from your nipple so he could watch your face as you moaned.

The wet plaps became louder as you both became closer to cumming. He knew he was close, but he wanted you to come first. He was raised to be a gentleman after all. And besides, he wanted to watch your face as you came undone.

To help you along, Richie moved one of his hands away from your hips, moving his thumb down to circle your clit.

You let out a loud whine at the sensation, your chest falling onto his.

"You gonna cum, baby?" He panted, trying to keep his thrusts consistent.

"I- I, mmm. I'm so close."

He kissed your cheek and picked up his speed. It didn't take long for you to cum. You clamped around him and moaned loudly into his neck as the coil in your lower stomach released. Your breathing became heavy as you rode out your high.

Richie was not far behind you. Watching your face as you came and how impossibly tight you had become, he came almost immediately.

He bucked up into the condom like he was trying to fill you up instead.

The two of you lay like that for a while. You were on top of him, nuzzled into his neck as he rested the side of his face on the top of your head. He had moved one of his arms to wrap around you, hugging you tight.

You regained your strength first, glancing up to look at him. His glasses were a bit foggy, and he was sweating. He looked so sweet like this.

You placed a kiss on his cheek. Then another on his lips. You moved your body off of him to lie next to him on your stomach. Your chin resting on his chest.

"So, was that a part of your big plan tomorrow too?" you joked.

He chuckled, lifting his head to look down at you.

"I mean, I had hoped. But, just in case, I had two drafts. One with and one without."

You giggled, a large grin plastered on your face. You shifted, propping yourself up on your elbow to look at him.

"Did you just plan tomorrow out? Or the rest of our lives as well?"

"Yes. But, it isn't super detailed. More of a rough timeline of events."

"Care to share?" you teased.

"Well, I figured next school year, since we will have been dating for a year, we can move in together-"

"I'm not moving in here," you laughed as you pictured yourself living with your boyfriend and seven other guys.

He laughed too. "No-no. Not here. Like an apartment together. Just us. We'd live there junior and senior year til we graduate. Then we move to the city, I'll get a job and work on my book. You can get a part-time job-"

"Part-time? Why am I in college just to get a part-time job?"

"Well, I figured you could work part-time and spend your free time planning our wedding."

You blushed at the thought. Since middle school, you had always pictured your and Richie's wedding. With the help of your mom, you had even started a scrapbook, filled with wedding inspo cut from magazines.

"I like your plan. What else you got?" you shifted to lie on your side. He followed suit, the two of you lying with your heads on his pillow.

"Well, I figured by the time we are 30, we could move back to live near our parents. They can help with the kids," he smiled.

You giggled. "Oh, so we have kids now?"

"Ha, yes. I was thinking two or three? Each a few years apart so they can grow up together."

"I think three is a great number. Speaking of back home, do you want to come to my parents' Labor Day party next weekend with me?"

"I'm already going, my whole family is."

"Well, yeah, but, I mean, as my boyfriend."

A big smile grew across his face. Your boyfriend. He liked the sound of that.

"I'd like that a lot. My parents are going to be so excited. They always hoped I'd end up with you," he said as he grabbed your hand. Giving your palm a kiss before, before holding yours in his own.

"Mine did too. I heard from my sister last week that they all placed bets on it, actually. Even your little brother put money in," you laughed.

"What! He's 9!" Richie chuckled.

"I guess they thought after a whole year apart, one of us would finally break. I mean, they're right. It took us what? A whole 6 hours?" you giggled.

"I'd say more like four and a half. You took a pretty long nap."

"I mean, what can I say. Your bed is pretty comfortable," you said, snuggling your head further into his pillow.

"Well, I'm glad you think so. Hopefully, it gets you to stay over."

"I mean, your bed is nice. But you're in it, now that's better."

He moved to kiss you, his hand cupping your jaw as you made out.

He rested his forehead against yours. "Do you want to go back to the party?" he asked.

"No. I'd rather just be here with you." You said. Then kissed him on his nose. "But, I'd like to take a shower. Of course, only if you take one with me." You smirked.

"I don't think I will ever say no to that." He gave you another peck before getting out of bed. He threw the used condom away, then put back on his T-shirt and boxers.

You followed his lead, first putting back on your panties, then a pair of athletic shorts Richie gave you to wear, and his sweatshirt.

He led you back down the hallway, stopping halfway down, and opening the bathroom door. You glanced down the stairs before stepping inside. The party was still going strong, music vibrating through the floorboards.

You shut the door behind you, locking it. Richie took off his T-shirt and turned on the shower. You started to strip out of your clothes before the oval-shaped mirror hanging over the sink caught your eye.

"Holy fuck, Richie! You didn't tell me I looked like this," pointing to your mascara-smeared face in the mirror. "I look like a raccoon! And you gave me a hickey!"

He laughed. "Well, I think you look hot like that." He smirked.

You rolled your eyes. You both finished taking your clothes off and stepped into the walk-in shower. Richie pulled the plain, solid white shower curtain liner shut behind you. It was a tight space for two people, but you and Richie didn't want space anyway.

"Oh wow, look at you separate shampoo and conditioner. You are really becoming a man, aren't you?" you teased.

"Ouch," he grabbed at his chest. "Those are actually Parker's. I'll let him know that you think he's manly, though." He joked. Grabbing the two-in-one hair wash from above your head.

"Sorry. I mean, it makes sense, though. He has really nice hair."

"He does," Richie laughed.

"You know, as long as it's not a three-in-one, I think we are good."

"Yeah, I don't go that far. The bottle of that in the shower is Garrety's by the way," he said, pointing to the sad bottle in the corner.

"Yeah, that makes sense." You both giggled.

He handed you some soap, and you washed off the mascara from your face. He washed your hair for you. His fingers felt nice as they scrubbed your scalp.

The two of you spent a long time under the warm water, kissing, saying sweet nothings.

"I love you."

"I love you too," he whispered. "It's only ever been you."

Lost Letter: Part 2

Summary: Part 2 of The Lost Letter.

Part 1, Part 3

Warnings: smut! mdni, college party aftermath, drinking, vomiting.

WC: 2,900 ish

Once the door to your apartment had shut, your hands and lips were all over one another.

The kissing and attempts to pull each others close off made getting to your couch difficult. You finally discarded your top, leaving you bare. Then you pulled at the bottom of his shirt, throwing it to the side.

In a heated kiss you pushed him down to sit on your couch, before getting on top of him to straddle his crotch. He let out a low groan as you made contact with his hard on, which he had been trying to keep at bay since the two of you were kissing on his deck. You could tell on your walk back that he was hard by the way he kept trying to readjust his jeans.

His hands grabbed on tightly to your hips as you started to grind down on him. One of your hands grabbed the side of his face and the other on the back of his head as the two of you made out. You weren't big on being on top or in charge during sex, but the groans he made as you rubbed on him drove you crazy, only wanting more.

Wanting to know how loud he could go you moved your sloppy kisses away from his mouth down to the sweat spot on his neck. His breath hitched and you heard him breath through his teeth. His attempt at keeping quiet. You had neighbors after all.

You loved teasing him, even though it was only your second time together it was your favorite thing. But, you wanted more of him. So, you pulled back from the kiss with a smirk on your face and dropped to your knees in between his legs. You were now eye level with his belt. Which you were frantically trying to undo.

"Someones greedy," he said cocky. Like he had not just been the one moaning from your touch.

You stopped your hands. Looking up at him, batting your eyelashes. "Do you want me to stop?" You spoke innocently.

"God no."

"That's what I thought… I might need some help with your belt though."

His hands were quick. Unbuckling his belt, then undoing the button and zipper of his jeans before pulling his pants and underwear down in one go. His cock slapped against his stomach. You bit your lip to keep yourself from moaning at the sight.

He was big. You ached the last time you two had sex, which only made waking up alone in your bed that much worse.

You pushed yourself up. Hovering over his lap as you grabbed him with one hand. You started slow, placing a kiss on his tip, then moved to lick up the length of his shaft. Making him breath heavily.

You took him into your mouth, placing your tongue over your bottom teeth as he filled your mouth.

"Fuck," he breathed out. "You're so good at that."

As you started to bob your head, he pushed your hair out of your face. You could tell he was staring at you. Watching you as you moved your head faster, taking more of him into your mouth. Which caused him to let out a groan.

You kept going like this for a few minutes. Well, that is until he said something that grabbed your attention.

"Oh shit," he said in a way that made you stop moving your head. Your eyes darting up to look at him before slowly taking him out of your mouth which made him wince at the lack of feeling. "I don't have condoms. I had one in my wallet but I used that with you last time. And I don't have any back in my room either."

You smiled at him before saying, "Don't worry I have some in my backpack." As you realized your dilemma your face dropped. "Which is still in Ray's room."

"Shit, should we go back?" he said, still breathing heavy.

"Do you want me to take care of that?" You asked looking at his throbbing cock. "Doesn't it hurt?"

"No- no. I'll be fine. I want to be in you anyway." He leaned down to kiss you. You could tell he was uncomfortable by the way he was quick to put back on his pants and buckle his belt. He needed you as soon as possible.

You threw him his shirt and put your top back on. You quickly said goodbye to your cat Gus as the two of you made your way back out the door.

He tried not to rush you as you walked back to his house, but you could tell by the way he was walking that he was pent up. If you hadn't been so worked up too you might have tried to mess with him.

Collie had opened the door for you as you reached the guys' house. The party was winding down. Over half of the people had left, leaving the guys sitting on couches, hanging out with some of their friends. You two tried to be as inconspicuous as possible, trying to make your way upstairs to Collies room without having to speak to anyone. But, that came to an end once Pete saw you as he was coming out of the kitchen.

"There you are. I was wondering where you wondered off too. Ray is absolutely out of it. Next time we need to take shifts watching him, he fell asleep on the bathroom floor."

You quickly glanced at Collie, giving him a wink to let him know that you would meet him upstairs. He seemed to understand right away, as he walked passed you and Pete, giving Pete a pat on the back as he walked by.

"He's that messed up. I saw him less than an hour ago. I mean he was drunk, but not blacked out," you chuckled.

"Yeah, I guess it hits him quick. I was headed upstairs to give him some water and try to get him in his bed. I could use some help if your willing."

"For sure. As long as he doesn't puke on me."

"I don't think I can promise that," he laughed.

Pete led you Ray, who was in the bathroom cuddled around the toilet in the fetal position. You couldn't help but laugh.

"Oh dude, there's no way." You were bent over laughing. Pete was also chuckling.

"He's going to feel so sick tomorrow. But, maybe it will teach him to pace himself next time."

You walked over to crouch next to Ray, shaking his shoulder.

"Ray? Hey!"

"Uhhehhehmm," he let out. Trying to move his shoulder away from your touch.

You turned back to Pete. "If you can get him up I can help carry him to his room."

"As long as he doesn't fight me to hard I think I can do that," Pete set the water cup down on the sink counter and walked to Ray. Pete was one of the strongest guys you knew. You went to the gym a few times with the both of them and he could lift weights like it was nothing.

Pete grabbed Ray's left arm and threw it over his shoulder. Lifting Ray up enough to where you could grab his other arm, placing it over your shoulder.

As you made your way to Ray's room he let out some low groans. Probably due to his drunken state and the two of you moving him so fast down the hallway. After dragging Ray into his room you and Pete hoisted Ray onto his bed. Where he grunted at you and rolled over away from the light from the ceiling.

"Why don't you grab his water and I'll try to take his shoes off and cover him with a blanket." You said to Pete as you began to yank Ray's tennis shoes off of his body.

"I'll be right back."

"You are going to be in so much pain tomorrow," you chuckled as you pulled his other shoe off. You walked to the end of his bed, grabbing a light folded blanket, and placed it over him.

Pete came back in, setting the glass of water on Ray's nightstand and turning on the small lamp next to it.

"Thanks for helping me get him back in here. I think he would have tried to fight me if I picked him up like a baby," he laughed. You joined him as you pictured the sight of it.

"I think you should try that next time. I'll make sure to take some pictures."

"I was going to sit with him for a bit just to make sure he doesn't puke on himself. But, it seems like you should get going. Don't want to keep your man waiting."

You blushed at the thought of Collie waiting for you.

"I'll have to catch you both up tomorrow. It turns out we were both just idiots who are horrible at communication."

"You know Ray spotted it right away. My guess was that it was Stebbins."

"Ew. Dude come on. Why would you think it was Stebbins," you laughed.

"I mean, hey, I told you Ray is better at this stuff than me." He gave you a slight smile.

"Well I should get going," you said as you moved to grab your backpack. "I just came back for this… you know," you giggled.

"Ah, I'm well aware," he laughed. "Have a good night."

"You too, Pete."

Backpack in hand you made your way down the hallway to Collies room. You had actually never been in his room before, but you knew he shared a wall with Ray. As you had heard his music a few times while hanging out with the guys.

As you reached his door you could hear his music again. You knocked gently.

He opened the door, greeting you with a smirk. Before tilting his head, gesturing for you to come in. He had changed, now wearing a loose white tee and just his boxers.

As soon as the door shut behind you his hand was on your waist, pulling you into him. You gasped, which was quickly muffled as he put his lips on yours. His crotch was pressing into your stomach, he was still very hard. You deepened your kiss and moved your hand down to grab him through his boxers, causing him to moan.

"I want you so bad," you said sweetly. You looked up at him, he pierced his lips, taking a deep breath trying to calm himself.

"I want you too, did you get the thing?"

You pushed away from him and leaned down to open your backpack. The main compartment of your backpack had a small zipped pocked. Which you pulled open and pulled out four condoms before holding them up for him to see.

"You think this is enough for tonight," you joked.

"Considering you fell asleep immediately last time, I'd say one is enough." He moved closer to you, grabbing the bottom of your upper arm, pulling you into a kiss. You wrapped your arms around his neck and his hands fell below your waist.

"Jump," he mumbled into the kiss. You did and he walked you back to his bed, laying you down gently.

He made quick work of your pants and underwear, while you quickly used your feet to kick off your shoes and took your top off. As soon as you wear bear you helped him get his shirt off and tugged down his boxers. You moved yourself to lay flat on his bed, laying your head on his pillow as he climed on top of you.

You both were panting. Your focus was on getting him inside of you as soon as possible. You ripped open one of the condoms that had been in your hand and began putting it on him.

He chuckled lightly, "do you want me to help you out first?" He asked glancing down towards your naked lower half.

"Not now, I've been ready. I want you now." Your begging sounded so good, how could he argue with you?

You moved your legs. Bending them on either side of his waste. Giving him complete access to you.

He grabbed himself, lining up next to your opening. Then he pushed in. Your breath hitched as he stretched you.

You sighed as he bottomed out, laying his chest on yours and kissing the nape of your neck.

"You feel so good baby."

"Plea- please move," you begged.

He didn't make you wait. He started slow, moving in and out. Slowly picking up the pace.

There were so many things about Collie that you loved. While, to those who didn't know him he may seem intimidating. But to you, you knew he was anything but. As you got to know him over the past few months as a friend you knew he was a sweetheart. And as a lover. Well, he was very giving. The way he kissed you, the way he praised you, and the way he held you close all made you feel cared for. In a way no one had ever made you feel before. He wasn't the kind of guy to be rough with you, or to put you in uncomfortable position just for his pleasure. No, he was the kind of guy to focus on you. Making sure you felt good was his only priority.

"You okay baby?" He asked, voiced strained.

"Yes- yes, please just, just don't stop," you cried out. Pressure building in your lower stomach. Tears pricked at the edge of your eyes from how good he was making you feel. You were a moaning mess.

He kept kissing your neck, bound to leave hickies. The way he groaned into your neck, just below your ear drove you crazy.

His cock bullied your sweet spot, only adding to the building of your orgasm. After one rather quick thrust, you came undone. Moaning so loud that he moved his lips to swallow the noise. He continued to trust, which was made more difficult with how impossibly tight you had become around him. He wasn't going to last much longer.

He pulled his lips back from yours once you had came. His words were strained by his panting. "I- I'm so close baby. mhhmm, I- shit."

He buried his head back into your neck. Letting out a whine as he filled the condom, thrusting sloppily until he was done.

He collapsed on you. And you loved the feeling. Your arms wrapped around him, one on the back of his head and the other rubbing his shoulder blade.

The two of you laid like that for a while. You both had been so upset and pent up the past two weeks that the physical strain wore you both out.

He slowly placed another kiss on your neck, before moving his body weight to his knee and arm instead of on you.

"I should have just called you anyway, I was just worried that you didn't want what I wanted." He kissed your cheek. You moved your eyes to look at him.

You scooted over, laying on your side next to the wall so he could lay next to you. Both of you resting your heads on his pillow.

"I've liked you for a long time. I had a crush on you after the first time I met you. Freshman year, when I first saw you at that awful party that Ray and Pete dragged me to." You both laughed at the thought of that night. Not only was it a hot, but the music and the sticky floor made everything so much worse.

"I've liked you since then too. I think we might need to work on our communication skills," he joked.

"I mean, I think us talking right now is a great first step." You smiled at him. Raising your hand to put his long hair behind his ear.

"I've always wanted to tell you how much I liked you. I guess I was just to nervous to do it," he whispered.

"Well I think you just did a great job of showing me how much you like me," you giggled.

His face went red at the implication, but he smiled too.

"Is it too soon if I asked to be your boyfriend?"

"No. And even if it was I would say yes anyway."

He leaned in to kiss you, wrapping his arms behind your back, pulling you close to him. You fell asleep with your head on his chest. The two of you wrapped in a blanket, cuddling.

Early the next morning- still snuggled together- the two of you were woken up by the sound of Ray running out of his bedroom to the bathroom.

"He is so annoying." Collie groaned, still sleepy.

"Tell me about it… You should have seen him last night on the bathroom floor. I can't remember the last time I laughed like that."

"I heard you from in here. You have a cute laugh." He moved slightly to kiss you cheek, then moved down to your neck.

You sighed into the feeling. You felt a twitch in your body as he continued.

"You know I think I need to return a favor from yesterday. I just want to make you feel good baby. Can I?"

His words took you out. You felt your body flush at the thought of him going down on you. "Please," you breathed out.

He quickly got to work. You just hoped that Ray would stay in the bathroom for a while so he didn't hear the way Collie made you moan.

I love you, I'm sorry

Summary: After getting to know his dad, Billy starts to change. After your breakup, he begs for your forgiveness.

Warnings: mdni, explicit smut, heavy angst, cussing, reader is talked down to

WC: 4,600 ish

Part 2

You had been the perfect couple for a year and three months. Until you weren't.

When you started dating, Billy was the perfect boyfriend. One of those old school romantics. He was a gentelman. He would never let you walk next to the road, never let you open or close your own door, and he would write you letters on how much you meant to him. While his friends had never seen the soft and sweet side to him, he never hid it from you. He was infactuated with you, deeply in love. His mama raised him right.

It wasn't until Billy has met his dad four months ago that things started to go sideways. Being the supportive partner you were, you encouraged him to get to know him. You didn't know it then, but this would lead to the end of your relationship.

As Billy spent more time with his dad the more he tried to change to get his fathers approval. The first sign started with his behavior and a lack of love letters. He became more stiff with you, holding back emotions. No more deep conversations of how much he loved you, what you meant to him. Even when you initiated first, telling him how important he was in your life, he would only give a few words in response. The second sign was he started to not have time for you. He began to spend more time with his dad, spent more time at the gym, and began studying alone. You only saw him a few times a week, compared to every day.

The final straw came when Billy invited you to have dinner with his dad. You throught it was a step in the right direction, that with his dad's approval, you'd get your Billy back. But you were very wrong.

Billy came to pick you up that night. You walked out to greet him with a smile. You had spent and hour on your hair and makeup. Wearing a cute pink dress that went to your knees, a white cardigan, and a cute pair of sneakers. It was the same outfit you wore for your first date with Billy- the one where he had asked you to be his girlfriend.

He was standing outside the car on the passanger side with his arms crossed. Your smile wasn't reciprocated. In fact his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"You're wearing that?" He said coldly.

His words and tone took you by suprise. You stopped in your tracks, looking down at what you had on, and then back up at him. "Uh-I, yeah. Why?"

"Never mind, we need to leave." He said as he yanked open the door for you.

The car ride was quiet. It was only about 10 minutes to the other side of town. Billy had told you a little bit about his dad, that he was a decorated Major who was now married with a wife and three young girls. He hadn't mentioned how he came into contact with his dad. You knew he wasn't there growing up. It was just him and his mom.

You pulled onto a nice street in an already expensive neighborhood. Their house was a huge two story home, painted a fresh white. As you got out of the car after Billy had opened your door, you noticed the yard. It was perfect, every plant had a semetrical counterpart and with no weeds in sight it was a far cry from what you were used to. Everything about the house, inside and out screemed perfection.

As you two made your way to the front, a younger woman, mid-thirtys opened the door to greet the two of you. She was stunning- you noticed right away- not a hair out of place, literally. She wore a navy blue dress and heals, she was the perfect notion of a steryotypical TV house wife. She gave Billy a quick hug before turning her attention to you. She wasn't rude but her polite smile indicated that there was more to be said. You thought of Billy's comment earlier. The one about your outfit. You understood now. And you felt like a fish out of water.

The Major turned the corner entering the foyer, the air shifted imediatley. You felt Billy and his hot step mom tense the second he entered the room. Under normal cercumstances you would have been nervous. But, being with Billy calmed your nerves.

"Son-" He said sharply. "Who is your friend?"

Friend. Yeah friend, you thought to yourself.

"Uh- Sir, this is my girlfriend." They both turned their gaze to look at you.

You smiled politely and stuck your hand out to introduce yourself by your first name. He grabbed your hand, his shake firm.

"Do you not have a last name?"

You laughed slightly. But the air in the room indicated that his question was not a joke. "Oh, uh- Y/L/N."

It felt odd. A name is usually personal, just one aspect to an individual. But his question made you feel like it was more of a category to put you into. His whole deminer felt weird. And even more weird was Billy, who would not meet your gaze.

After some small talk, lead by his dad. The four of you made your way into the dinning room. You immediately noticed the large painting of the family. Their three little girls sat with their mom as the Major towered behind them. It clicked for you then. The family's perfect presentation, or almost perfect. For a man as detailed oriented and old fasioned as the Major the painting was missing something. A son. Billy. Your Billy.

You thought to yourself, is this why he reconnected with the boy who he never bothered to know? To complete his perfect idea of a family?

His father sat at the head of the table, with his wife to his left, Billy to his right. You sat next to Billy. While the conversation was mostly controlled by his father he turned his attention to ask you questions. Coming off more as an interrigation.

"So, my son tells me you met at university. W hat are you studying?"

"Oh- uh, I am in secondary education. Literature specifically."

A moments pause fell over the table before Billy chimed in. "She wants to teach high school. She will be a teacher."

"Are you not smart enough to study anything better," he said casually.

His words took you by surprise. Your major was actually quite hard and time consuming, you probably had read more books in the past two years that the old man had read in his lifetime.

"I'm sorry, I don't think I heard you right."

"Well sweetheart I guess I'm just curious about your future. Teachers usually become stay at home moms, and while that isn't necessarily a bad thing. I think my son deserves a woman who can dress up every now and again if he's going to be supporting her his whole life. Not a girl who dresses like a bimbo."

Your heart sank. The implication that your major was nothing, that you were stupid, that you were just going to be a stay at home mom, and that you dressed like a bimbo crushed you. You tuned to look at Billy. He wouldn't meet your eyes. Rage filled you in that moment. You pushed back your chair, stood up and slammed your fancy napkin on the table.

"You know what 'sir', your a fucking prick. And your age gap with your wife is fucking creepy. Enjoy having your son all to yourself, I won't be bothering him anymore."

You didn't wait to see anyones expression. You ran out of the room, down the hall and out the front door. Stomping across the perfect lawn as you made your way down the hill.

You walked to the end of the street before looking back. To you suprise and devestaing disappointment, Billy had not followed you out at all. Tears grew hot in your eyes as you turned back and began to walk back to your house. Shortly into your walk, it began to rain.

It took your 45 minutes to get home from the Majors house. Your mind was blank, the only thing you focused on was walking. You walked up to the front door of your old rented house, opening the door where you were met with a group of people. You lived with three of your friends, Clem (Hanks girlfriend), Lucy, and Rachel. Clem had been the one to introduce you to Billy your freshman year, and as always she was right, you two hit it off right away.

The room consisted of 8 people, all three of your roommates, Hank, and four of Hanks friends: Richie, Art, Pete, and Ray. All of whom, went dead silent as soon as you walked through the door. You were soaking wet, eyes blood shot, and you looked exhausted from walking. You couldn't help but burst into tears immediately before you ran to your room, slamming the door behind you.

Your best friend Lucy was the first to knock on your door, with your other two roommates in toe.

"Honey, let us in. What happened?" She sounded concerned. She had been your best friend since middle school. Once you and Billy had started dating you had actually set her up with Richard Harkness. Both of them were shy, so it took some convincing, but they had been together for nearly a year.

You didn't respond, you couldn't find the words. But that didn't stop your friends. "If you won't respond I'm coming in," she pushed open the door. You sat in front of your bed with your knees to your chest. Your wet hair sticking to your face and neck.

"What happened?" She moved to sit next to you, her hand moving strands of hair out of your face. The other two girls came in as well and stood against you wall.

It took you a while through sobs to tell them everything. With the door cracked and your wall right against the living room the boys listened in as well. You started with Billy's weird behavior before you got into the mess that was the dinner with his dad. When you were done the girls were fuming.

"Hank!" Clem yelled. Her boyfriend came rushing to your door.

"Yes my love?"

"We're going to kill your roommate, when is he supposed to get home?"

"Babe. Why don't we all calm down."

"You did not just tell me to calm down."

"Okay that definatley came out wrong. Look, why don't we do this. The guys and I will go back to the house and we will talk to Stebbins when he gets home. You four stay here and rela- rest. Stay here and rest."

"Fine, but you better tell him to avoid me from now on before I make his death look like an accident."

"I will let him know."

Shortly after their exchange the guys left. Your friends helped you out of your wet clothes, sitting on the bathroom floor while you showered to keep you company.

You felt numb. The boy you loved would never do this to you. Which meant that Billy was no longer that guy.

Two months had passed since that night and you were doing better. Your roommates barley left you alone, they had been your rock through it all. They encouraged you to get back out there, so much so that Rachel had set you up with a cute boy from her job. In her words "it's a no pressure date, just see it as dipping your toes in the water".

It was Friday, Lucy and Rachel had left for the weekend and Clem was going out with Hank. Leaving you space to get ready on your own.

You had proped the back door open for air, leaving just the screen door shut. You walked down the stairs into the dubed "Creepy AF basement" to gether your laundry. The washer and dryer were located in a room to the left of the stairs. The room was mostly stone and concrete walls besides the one wall that was wooden separating the room from the rest of the basement. As you gathered your laundry you thought you heard someone enter the house.

"Clem, is that you?" You asked but to no reply. You just shrugged and continued pullung laundry out of the dryer.

That was until you heard the door shut behind you. You jumped in response and crained your neck to look behind you. There he stood, hands folded in front of him, nervous. He looked like he had been crying for days.

"What the hell are you doing here. You scared the shit out of me!"

"I-I'm sorry I didn't mean to scare you. I just wanted to talk and I knew you wouldn't meet with me. I asked Hank and Clem to help me and the back door was open. I know you are mad and you have every right to be. I just need you to hear me out for five minutes." He sounded so defeated and desprite.

"Why would Clem even help you? She hates you after what happened."

"Well she does, or rather did I guess. I begged Hank to help me and I guess she came around once I talked to her. Or after I-" you cut him off

"I don't have time for this Billy. Much like you didn't have time for me. Besides I need to get going. I have a date." You knew your words would crush him and they did. You saw his face drop.

"With who?"

"It doesn't matter. I'm not your concern anymore," as you spoke you began walking towards the door behind him with your laundry basket. Nudging him with your shoulder as you walked passed him, your very straightforward way of telling him to get out of the way. You reached the door and as you pulled on the handle it cracked. Leaving the knob in your hand.

"Fuck," you began to panick. You tried pushing the knob back into the hole, twisting it but to no avail. You began to bang on the door, trying to put your fingers in the cracks to pry it open, but nothing worked. It was shut.

"What happened?" you heard from behind you. You turned to face him, holding up the door knob.

"My other roommates are out of town for the night and let me guess. Hank and Clem left to give us some space?" You asked coldy, setting your laundry down.

"Uh- yeah. Yeah, they did."

"Great. Just great! Well Billy you got what you wanted. I'm not making it to my date and you have your five minutes. Hell five hours! What do you want to say to me?" You yelled.

"Look I'm sorry. I didn't know the door would lock and I should have asked Clem when she would be back. I didn't mean to ruin your night." He looked remorseful.

You laughed at his response, "Don't you have dinner with your dumb daddy? I'm sure he'll be worried. Don't want him to think his little boy is with some stupid bimbo."

The words his dad said thrown back in his face made his heart sank. He knew they affected you but hearing them come out of your mouth to describe yourself made him tear up.

"You're not stupid and you're not a bimbo. I am so so so sorry he said that to you. I haven't talked to him in six weeks. I told him I never want to see him again. That he blew up the most important relationship that I have ever had." A tear moved down his face. Your face softened as he began to cry. You had never seen him cry before.

"I didn't know that," you whispered.

"I asked them not to tell you. They told me how upset you were and I didn't want to make it worse. I've been trying to give you space to heal but Hank told me you had a date tonight and I had to see you. I love you so much, and I fucked up horribly. But, I can't live without you," more tears began to fall as he kept talking. "I miss you. I miss you every day. I miss waking up next to you. The way you hum to yourself while you do your homework. How you play with my hair when I'm stressed. Even the way you talk through every movie. You're the only person besides my mom that has ever loved me."

You tried to keep your face neutral, but his words were starting to affect you.

"Billy-"

"I'm not done apologizing. Please, I need to say everything." You nodded at him to keep going.

"Growing up I thought all I ever wanted was to meet my dad. That when I did my life would be perfect. But meeting him, getting to know him, was horrible. I never felt like I was enough, I guess I thought if I just acted a certain way or if I said the right thing he would care about me. But, the only thing that it acomplished was pushing you away. I was horrible to you for nearly three months. I was closed off, I avoided you, I understand if you never forgive me. I don't deserve it." His face was covered in tears, his lip quivered, he struggled to breathe between his sobs.

"I love you so much. When I think about my future, my life after college, there isn't a moment where you aren't in it. I know I have a lot to work on, a lot to fix. But, I will spend the rest of my life trying to make it up to you. Just-just please don't go out with that guy. Let me take you out instead. We-we can go slow. Start with a few dates. Just please give me a chance. I promise I will make it up to you."

Your eyes also filled with tears, your throat hurt as you tried to get the words out. "Why didn't you come after me when I left? Why didn't you tell him I wasn't any of those things? I walked 45 minutes home in the dark when it was pooring rain. And you didn't come for me."

"I was scared of what he would think of me, what he would say. But, I reliezed that I have never been more wrong about anything in my life. If I could go back I would have stopped it after his first remark. I would have told him off. Taken you out of there before you would have even tried." He shook his head, moving the back of his hand up to wipe his face. "I should have never acted like I was embarressed of you. You are perfect. I am sorry I was so mean. I know why now and I will never let it happen again. I love you so much."

You sniffled, "I love you too. I never stopped even though I tried so hard. I've been so angry and sad. I don't want to feel like that anymore, I just want you back. I want the Billy who brings me flowers, who helps me wash my hair in the shower, the guy who knows the names of my stuffed animals and who doesn't throw them off my bed."

He smiled at the throught, he had always been kind with you, and kind to the things that you loved. "I promise. I will never make you cry again. I am so so sorry baby." He walked forward to you grabbing you into a hug.

He held you while you cried. Your face pressed into his shirt, as he rubbed your back and kissed the top of your head. You both stayed like that for a while. You moved your head to rest on his shoulder, leading him to kiss your forhead. Before you knew it you were kissing. Moving your bodies, you wrapped your arms around his neck. He placed on hand on your lower back and his other on the nape of your neck pulling you closer to him. It didn't take long before he lifted you up, your legs wrapped around his waste.

You pulled away first, breathless. "I want you Billy."

He sniffled, nodding his head. He looked behind him and saw a wooden table. You followed his eyesight, nodding in agreement.

He walked to the table and gently placed you down. Your butt was placed on the edge. You continued to kiss, your hands in his hair as he moved his hands down by your waist, moving the fabric of your skirt up.

He pulled back from the kiss, just enough to ask you, "Can I baby? Please let me make it up to you."

"Yes."

He quickly got on his knees in front of you. Lifting your skirt and spreading your legs, he began to kiss the insides of your thighs. You leaned back slightly, arms placed behind you, holding yourself up. You sighed as he kept kissing you. You had been pent up for the past two months. No matter how hard you tried to rub or finger yourself it just didn't feel as good as his hands, or his mouth.

He moved his head up and placed a sloppy kiss on your panties, right over your clit. You began to pant, breathless. His eyes shot up to look at you. You were beautiful. Mouth slightly open, brow furrowed, eyes shut. He grinned into you, you could feel it.

He brought one of his hands from the tight hold it had on your thigh and hooked his fingers under your panties, moving them to the side. He started with a soft kiss, and slowly started to make out with your most sensitive area. He was always so good at this. He never rushed sex with you, in fact he always warmed you up before he pushed inside of you. Always making you cum once before making himself feel good.

"Billy please," you whinned. He knew what you wanted. He took his middle finger, parting your folds and pushed it inside of you. He began to stretch you slightly before adding his ring finger. Moving his fingers up he began to curl his fingers, repeatedly pressing your sweet spot. The feeling made your legs clamp around his head.

As he continued the pressure began to grow in your lower stomach. You moved on arm forward, grabbing his hair pushing him further into you. You moaned as he continued.

"Billy, I- fuck. I'm gonna. mhmmm," you gripped around his fingers as you came. He continued until he felt your body relax.

He pulled his mouth back, wiping the back of his hand over his lips. He then stood up to stand over you, leaning down to kiss your forhead. You looked up at him, meeting his lips. You could taste yourself on him.

"I don't have a condom, I didn't expect to do this. I honestly thought you were going to kick me out," he chuckled slightly.

"I'm still on the pill." You could tell by how anxious he was that your answer raised more questions than anything. You knew him well enough to know exactly what he was thinking. "I haven't been with anyone else. I just decided to keep talking it."

"Good." He breathed a sigh of relief. "Are you okay if I put it in without one?"

"Yes. I want you, I want to feel you," you reached up grabbing his face, kissing him again.

He made quick work with his belt before pulling down his pants and boxers. You leaned back, giving him access to you. With one hand holding open your thigh and the other pumping himself, he lined up against you before pushing in.

You both moaned. His hand moved up to grab your hip, keeping you steady as he plowed into you. He alternated between kissing your lips and your forhead.

While he quickened his pace he began to babble into your ear:

"I'm so sorry baby, it will never happen again."

"God I missed you, I missed this."

"I love you so much."

"You're so fucking tight like this."

Each sweet and each dirty word made your head spin. As he bucked into the table would creak. Your panting and his groaning filled the room between the pats of his balls hitting your ass.

"Are you close baby? I'- I'm so close. Can I cum in you?"

You grinned, looking into his eyes. You knew he was close. "Please cum in me baby, I missed you so much. I want to feel you. Please baby."

Your words did it for him. He quickened his hips, becoming sloppy. His teeth gritted together and his eyes were closed tight.

He let out a whine as he released into you. Before then you both had always used a condom. But, given the circumstances of being locked in the basement and the two of you being so pent up after over two months of no sex, you didn't care. Once he stopped bucking his hips into you he practically collapsed on you. He leaned against the table, chest against yours, with his head pressed in your neck. His breating was heavy, so was yours.

You reached your hand up to play with his hair as he gathered his bearings. He giggled into your neck, loving the framiliar feeling.

"I missed you. I've hardly been sleeping."

"I can tell, you look like shit," you laughed. And he joined you.

He moved off of you slightly, reaching down to pull up his underwear and pants. As he buckled his belt he kissed you on the lips. You slowly pushed yourself off the table, legs wobbling. You moved your ruined underwear back into place and flattened out your skirt.

You to reached for one another. Moving back into a hug, as he pressed kisses on your head.

"You can stay here tonight," you mumbled into his chest. "You might sleep better."

"I'd love to. I've missed you so much."

"I've missed you too."

Almost on cue you heard the front door slam open above you and the sounds of Clem and Hank arguing above you.

"Yeah I agreed to let him talk to her but you didn't tell me it would be right now. I wanted to be here in case she needed me."

"He said he just wanted five minutes, I didn't think it was a big deal."

"She's not in her room."

"We're in here," you yelled through the ceiling.

A second later Clem flung open the door. Seeing you both side by side. Billy's arm over your shoulder.

"What the hell are you two doing in here?"

"The door knob broke," you explained.

"So is that why the two of you decided to have sex in here?"

"How in the hell do you know that?" You asked.

"Sweety, it's dripping down your leg," she laughed. She shook her head and turned to walk back up the stairs.

You and Billy were both red from embarrassment. You looked down at your thighs to see a slight bit of liquid.

Before either of you could say anything, Clem yelled from upstairs. "Hank and I are going to get dinner if you two want to come. You know- after you clean up a bit."

You turned your head up to look at him, he nodded at you.

"Yeah! We can eat."

First girlfriend… first everything.

Summary: Before meeting you, Barkovich hadn't even had his first kiss, let alone a girlfriend. But an introduction leads the two of you to become something more than friends.

Warnings: mdni, smut, slight angst, awkward interactions.

WC: 3,900 ish

The first time you met Garry Barkovich was around three months ago. You were a part of your college's newspaper and had been partnered with Richard Harkness to report on your campus's homecoming celebration. Both of you had a knack for reporting, but you were both lacking in your knowledge of photography. As you two brainstormed on how to become efficient in capturing and developing photos in the span of five days, Harkness suggested asking his roommate for help.

"That's a great idea. Do you think he would be okay with helping us on Saturday?"

"Yeah, I think so. I'll have to ask him. He keeps to himself, so he should be free. But, he's a bit standoffish, especially with women, so don't take it personally," he joked at the end.

"Oh, don't worry, I'm used to it. I'm friends with you, aren't I?" You laughed.

He cracked a smile, "Hey! I'm not that bad. Besides, he's worse than I am."

It's not that you didn't believe Richie. It's just that you thought he might be shy, especially around girls your age. You didn't expect him to act like he was allergic to you.

On Wednesday, three days before the celebration, you met Richie at his house, where he introduced you to Garry. You gathered in Harkness' room, where he sat on his bed, legs hanging over the side of his navy blue comforter. You sat at his desk, chair turned around so you could speak to both of the guys. And Garry. Well, Garry stood with his back against the wall. One arm wrapped across his torso, with the other reaching up to occasionally rub his neck. You could tell he was nervous by your presence. So much so, it seemed painful for him to be in the same room as you. He kept his eyes down, only glancing at you when you weren't looking in his direction.

"So, on Saturday, I thought I would walk around asking the attendees about their experiences, how they're feeling being here. You know, all of that good stuff. And I thought the two of you could walk around, Garry could get some pictures, and you could get a solid description of the overall atmosphere of the event." Richie read off his checklist in his notebook as he spoke. He was always writing things down.

"Uh, yeah, that works for me." You turned your body to look at Garry, his gaze avoiding yours. "Do you want to meet at 10 am? I can meet you outside of the Lit building, it's not far from the field where people will be tailgating before the game later."

"Yeah- uh, yeah, that. That works," he spoke softly.

You turned to look at Richie, whose face showed that he was a little annoyed. Lips pressed together as he stared a hole into his roommate.

"Well, alright then. I will see you both on Saturday." You stood up from the chair, grabbing your bag. "It was nice to meet you, Garry." You looked at him, but he kept his head down.

"Yeah, you too," he practically whispered.

You shot Harkness a smirk as you walked out of his room, rounding the corner to walk down the stairs. You thought it was best to leave as soon as possible; the tension in the room was too awkward, even for you. Before you were out of earshot, Richie said something that made you stop and listen.

"Dude. Did you have to be so weird around her? I told you she was nice."

"Sorry. It's just new people, you know. And you didn't tell me she looked like that. She's really pretty."

A warm blush spread across your face. He thought you were pretty, that's why he was so nervous. You thought he was attractive, too. He was tall, thin, with a little muscle, and overall, you thought his shyness was cute. You walked down the stairs and out the front door, as you wondered how you could get him to open up on Saturday.

Even though it was early October, the days were still hot. You woke up early that Saturday morning. Putting on some loose denim shorts, a white tee, and a reddish-brown knit cardigan that you could always tie around your waist if you got to warm. Before you left, you grabbed your large satchel-style purse, which contained your notepad and several pens, and put on a pair of sneakers.

It didn't take long to get to the Lit building from your apartment. And when you arrived, you saw Garry standing under a large tree. He was wearing an outfit similar to what you saw him in last, a pair of gray cargo pants, a band tee, and a denim jacket. As you approached, you saw him fiddling with his camera. He actually looked relaxed. That is, until he noticed you.

He immediately straightened up, pushing his shoulders back. Giving you a nod and a slight smile as a hello.

"Hi, Garry."

"Hey."

"So, I thought we could head over to the student displays, where they have all of their artwork, to get a few shots. Then over to the student tailgate to see what they have going on over there. You can take pictures of whatever you want; our editor isn't picky. Well, Richie is, but I'm sure if he asked you to help us out, you must be pretty good."

"Yeah, that sounds fine. And I'm not too bad. But you're right, Richie can be particular." He joked. He actually joked with you.

"That's a good word for it," you laughed. "If you're all set up, we can head over. I have my stuff to take notes, so I'm good when you are."

"Yeah- yeah, I'm ready."

He didn't talk much. You mainly focused on writing down what you observed, while Garry took pictures. Though his quietness didn't stop you from asking questions.

"What's your major?"

"Umm, I'm double-majoring in photography and art history."

"That's cool. Do you like it?"

"Uh, yeah, I do. I've always liked taking pictures. The classes aren't too hard either, a lot of creative projects." He always paused after he answered. Trying to focus on the task at hand, but not wanting to be rude, he tried to think of questions to ask you.

"You're a journalism major, right? Same as Harkness?"

"Yeah. It's how we met. We have nearly every class together. Which is fun, until he tries to outdo me on every assignment."

"Does he? Outdo you, I mean."

"No," You giggled. "I refuse to give him the satisfaction."

"Good," he looked back at you and smiled.

As the day continued, you two fell into a rhythm. Short periods of silence ended by you asking him questions about himself. You learned that he had two older siblings, a brother and a sister, both a good ten years older than him. That he was an Aquarius, he had no clue. You asked for his birthday and told him. He loves movies, especially the more unknown works. And that he was from a smaller town in Virginia.

By the time the football game was about to start, the two of you were done for the day. You both walked back to the guy's place, so Garry could change out the film. You walked up the stairs to his room, which was right across from Richie's. He opened the door for you, letting you walk in first. Movie posters covered the wall next to his bed on the left side of the room. His mattress was covered in a patchwork quilt with small squares of grays and blues that looked to be homemade. His desk and the top of his dresser were cluttered with papers, books, and developed photos. You walked over to look at them as Garry worked on getting the film out of his camera, putting it back in the tube to give to you.

"Wow, you're really talented."

"Oh, thanks. I took those when I was back home over the summer." You held up a photo of a rundown barn. It showed its age, but the way he captured it made it seem alive somehow. Like it had a history.

"Here's the film," he said as he handed you the small black tube. "Are you sure you don't want me to develop those?"

"Thanks, but no. We have a guy at the newspaper who does that. I'll just hand them off to him when I see him on Monday. But, um, thank you for today. You were great."

You both stood there. You, fiddling with the tube in your hand, and Garry looking down at his shoes, rocking on his heels.

"You know, I wanted to ask. Well, I was wondering if maybe you wanted to hang out sometime, just the two of us. Like uh, like a date."

He looked at you wide-eyed. It was the first time he made direct eye contact with you that lasted longer than just a second. Before he could stutter out a response, you added, "It's okay if you say no, I guess I was just wondering." You quipped, trying to take some of the pressure off the situation.

"No… Shit, I mean yes. Yes, I - I would like to go on a date sometime… with you."

"Okay. Are you free tomorrow? We could go get coffee or something."

"You know I rented a movie the other day. I was going to watch it tonight if you want to stay. But, we could do coffee tomorrow if you already have plans tonight."

"Or we could do both," you smiled.

"Ha, yeah, we can do both."

The night continued with Garry putting on a film for the two of you to watch in the living room. With the other guys gone for the night. Well, the other guys, minus Collie Parker. Who walked into the living room and, seeing Barkovich with a girl, said, "What the Fuck."

When the movie ended, you two stayed on the couch. Once you got him to start talking, it wasn't hard for him to keep going. He told you about his roommates, his family, and his cat back in Virginia.

"I've had a lot of fun today."

"Me too." He said softly.

"I should probably go before Richie gets back from the game. I don't want to talk to him for an hour about our article," you giggled. "But I'll meet you tomorrow?"

"Yeah, tomorrow."

He walked you to the front door. You stood, facing one another. Neither of you knew what to say. But in your mind, you didn't need words. It was quick, you reached up placed one hand on his cheek and kissed him on the lips. It took a second, but he pressed his lips into yours once his brain caught up to what you had just done. You pulled away and looked up at him.

"Goodnight, Garry."

"Goodnight."

For the next two months, the two of you saw each other nearly every day. You'd study together in the library, watch movies together in his room, he'd come with you on your reporting assignments and you'd accompany him to take pictures. A week after you two had kissed, he asked you to be his girlfriend. You said yes of course. And even though you were rather early on in your relationship, somethings seemed to progress slowly. While you had kissed, held hands, cuddled together while you watched movies, it was only occasionally and never went further than that. You tried to go at his pace. Not wanting him to feel uncomfortable or overwhelmed. But, his nervousness around physical touch made you nervous about his feelings towards you.

Your concerns came to a head when he offered to let you crash in his room after a party the guys had at their house. As the party started to die down, the two of you went upstairs to his room. He had given you a pair of athletic shorts and a big T-shirt to wear to sleep. You went into the bathroom to change and take off your makeup.

When you came back into his room, the only light on was his bedside lamp. Making the room seem intimate, well, almost intimate. Your face immediately dropped. He had set a pillow and blanket on the floor for him to sleep on, giving you the bed… alone. While his bed was a twin, you both had fit on there before, while curled up watching movies. You thought tonight would be the same.

He turned to look at you with a slight smile. "You look comfy."

Before you could think of a different way to phrase your question, it came right out of you. "Why don't you want to share the bed with me, Garry? Do- do you not really like me like that?" While the question had lingered in the back of your mind since the two of you began dating, you didn't pay much attention to it until right now. It made your chest hurt to think about.

"What? Of course, I like you. I like you a lot. I guess I just- I," he wouldn't meet your eyes. You began to tear up. While he wasn't your first boyfriend, he was certainly your favorite. You loved his quirks and shyness. Until that shyness was mistaken for no longer being interested in you.

"I've always thought we have a nice time together. But sometimes I feel like you don't like me the way I like you. You hardly kiss me or hold me. I just-"

"I'm a Virgin." He blurted out before you could finish your thought.

"I- oh,"

"I just. Shit- I really, really like you a lot. And I've been trying so hard not to mess this up. I've never dated anyone before, or have I even been noticed by a girl. Especially one as beautiful as you. I just." He took a deep breath, trying not to get too worked up and cry. He didn't want to cry in front of you. "I just don't want you to think I'm a loser. I'm almost 21, and as of two months ago, I hadn't kissed anyone. I'm just new to this." He rubbed his face out of anxiety, still avoiding your gaze.

"I don't think you're a loser. At all. And I wasn't saying we need to have sex tonight or anytime soon. I just thought we could lie together." You stared at him. You could tell he was anxious, afraid he had messed everything up. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you sad."

"You didn't do anything wrong. I should have told you. I'm sorry. It's not that I don't want to have sex with you. I mean hell, I do- like really do. I just have no idea what I'm doing. It's why I'm not as affectionate as you. I've always been told I'm too much, and I just don't want to come off too strong with you. I- I, I'm in love with you, and I don't want to mess this up." He began to tear up.

You walked the few steps it took to stand in front of him, and you wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him. He melted into it, placing one of his hands on the back of your head and the other on your mid-back. You had never kissed him like this before; you tried, but he was always too nervous. Not unwanting, but just nervous.

You pulled away from him, not because you wanted to, but because you didn't say it back. "I love you too."

"I want to, if you want to. Have sex, I mean." He spoke quickly, trying to catch his breath from the kiss.

"Okay, okay. Yes. Yeah, we can. I- I don't have a condom, though." You looked up at him, hands on his shoulders.

"I do."

"You have condoms?"

"Haha, um, yeah. Well, for my birthday last year, Garraty gave me a box as a joke. They are in my nightstand." He moved his hand to rub the back of his neck in embarrassment.

You giggled, "Well, remind me to thank him before I leave tomorrow morning." You reached back up to kiss him.

You began to walk him back towards his bed. He kissed you harder, your kisses becoming sloppy together. The back of his knees hit the edge of his mattress, and you pushed to sit down on his bed. You were at the same eye level now. With the change in height his hands slid down to your hips. Based on his light touch you could tell he was nervous.

"It's okay. You can touch me. I want you to."

"Okay," he breathed out. You moved his right hand down to sit at the bottom of your ass before cupping his left hand so he was squeezing your boob. He was quick learner. The way he was grabbing you made you moan into the kiss, making your head spin.

You brought one of your hands down from his shoulder, placing it slightly above his hip before moving down to grab his crotch. He bucked up into your touch, groaning.

"You like that baby?"

"Y-yeah, yes. God yes."

"Can I touch you?"

"P-please."

You kissed him one more time before getting on your knees in front of him. You ran your hands up and down his legs before reaching for the hem of his sweatpants.

"If you want to stop at any point, all you have to do is let me know. Okay?"

"I never want you to stop."

You grabbed the top of his sweatpants, pulling them and his boxers down to his knees. His hard cock slapping against his stomach. He was slightly above average, he had a little bit of dirty blond hair at his base which trailed up just below his belly button. You grabbed him, pulling him back to place a kiss on the tip.

His hands gripped the sheets on his bed so hard his fingers were starting to turn white. He gasped and groaned as you started to suck him off. Gathering more and more of him into your mouth as you went. As you bobbed your head faster his breathing became heavier. It felt so good. Too good, he was about to cum.

"Stop."

You did immediately. Taking him out of your mouth and looking up at him. You used the back of your hand to wipe the spit off of your face.

"I was going to finish. I don't want to yet. I- I want to be inside you."

You gave him a sly smirk. You knew you were driving him crazy, making him feel good. The way he whined and panted made you wet.

Pushing yourself up of the floor, you stood to look right into his eyes. Keeping eye contact with him you took a big step back so he could see you. You bit your lip and grabbed the bottom of the large shirt he had lent you, pulling it over your head. With no bra your chest was exposed to him. You then grabbed the waist band of the shorts and pulled them down along with your underwear. Making you fully naked in front of him.

It broke his brain. He sat there, cock still hard. Mouth slightly agape, just staring at you.

"Take your shirt off and lay down."

He didn't say anything. He just nodded.

You opened the drawer to his nightstand, grabbing a condom out of the full box. You placed one knee on the bed slightly below his hips and swung your other leg over him. Straddling him just below his crotch. Bringing the wrapper up to your mouth you ripped it open with your teeth, placing the wrapper behind you on the bed. Grabbing his cock you slowly rolled it on him. He bucked up into your touch, still sensitive from the blow job.

You moved forward so your slit was right above him. Cock still in hand, you dragged his tip to collect your slick. The slight contact made you moan. You wanted this as much as he did.

"Are you ready?"

"Yeah, yeah. Yes, please."

He was so worked up, his Adams apple bobbing as he watched you slowly line yourself up with him. Once in place you slowly sank down. Your eyes shut and head leaned back at the sensation. As soon as he was fully inside you grabbed both of his hands, placing them on your hips. You looked into each others eyes. You nodded at him and he nodded back. His hands now gripping your hips so hard, bound to leave bruises.

You leaned forward slightly placing one hand on his chest and the other beside his head. Using the position of your body to slowly rock back and forth.

Starting rather slow you soon picked up the pace as Garry, in his pleasure, moved your hips faster while bucking his pelvis up into you. Your moans and slight creek of his bed filled the room. Luckily for you, the music downstairs was still blaring, keeping the entire neighborhood from hearing you both.

You became even more wet as you looked down at him. He was so pretty like this. Tears pricked the corner of his eyes, brow furrowed, and teeth gritted together as he tried to last. He fastened his pace again. Fucking you so hard from below as you struggled to catch your breath, causing you to pant loudly.

"Ah, Garry!" You whined, falling forward onto his chest. You head tucked into the crook of his neck. You couldn't help but squeeze around his length, a reflex.

"No, no. Don't do that- shit. Uha, it feels too-o good. Fuck I'm going to cum." He whimpered.

"Please baby, I want you to cum for me," you begged. Now sucking on the nape of his neck. You were close too. The way he pounded himself into you bullied your sweet spot. You became even tighter as you began to shake.

You let out a loud cry as you came. Garry still going strong, eyes shut tight. After a few more thrusts he came. Bucking up into you until he filled the condom with cum.

You laid on top of him for a minute. Head still resting in the nape of his neck and your left hand resting on his chest, which was now flushed. As you regained your bearings you placed soft kisses on his neck and jaw.

"Are you okay?" You asked looking up to see his face. His cheeks were red and he was breathing heavily. You placed another kiss on his cheek and lifted yourself up to place one on his lips. You now hovered over him.

"I've never been more okay, like ever," He grinned.

You brushed back the wet hair that stuck to his forehead.

"How was that? For your first time?"

"Can we do it again?"

"Again! I don't think I can even walk across the room right now," you laughed.

"Like 20 minutes?"

"I created a monster," you giggled. Placing another kiss on his lips.

He moved his hand from your hips, setting them on your waist.

"I love you, you know that?"

The Lost Letter

Summary: After a one-night stand with your friend's roommate, you believe he wants nothing to do with you. That is, until you find him alone at a party. (College AU).

Part 2, Part 3

Warnings: implied smut, college party, drinking, slight angst.

WC: 2,200 ish

Pete had let you in. Greeting you with his beautiful smile as he gestured for you to come inside. He was one of eight boys who rented the house, which was just a three-minute walk from campus. You gathered that some had met randomly through freshman year roommate selection and classes before they became a solid friend group. You had first met Ray in your freshman year in a public speaking course, where the two of you bonded over your shared hate for your professor and your struggles of properly using APA format. After a few study sessions, he had introduced you to his best friend and roommate, Pete. Now, two years later, the three of you remain close.

"How was that music theory exam? You had that yesterday, right?" you asked Pete as the two of you walked into the kitchen. A large island sat in the middle with six stools on one side and cabinets on the other. Light shined through the large glass sliding door that led to the backyard.

"I actually think it went well. I tried that meditation trick you taught me. Did it right before I went in. I think it helped." He opened the fridge as he talked, taking out two pops, one for you one for him. He didn't even have to ask, he already knew what you wanted.

"I'm glad it helped. I always use it when I'm stressed."

He handed you the drink as he sat on a stool next to you at the Island. Your backs facing the sliding glass door, your shadows casting on the cabinets across the room.

"You usin it now?" He asked in a joking yet soft manner.

"What?"

"You've been weird for the past few weeks, even Ray picked up on it."

"When is he getting back?" You asked, trying to change the subject.

"Should be back soon. We're the only one's here besides Harkness, but he's locked in his room writing about something… You can tell me anything you know. We're friends." He looked over catching your eyes. You looked back down, away from his line of sight.

"I've just been busy with classes. Really it's nothing." you lie through your teeth, hoping he wouldn't notice.

"So this isn't about a guy?"

"No." Yes, you thought to yourself. But you couldn't tell him you had sex with, and have since been avoiding his roommate.

Before he could ask another question Art and Hank busted through the front door walking down the short hallway into the kitchen. They placed their newly acquired paper bags onto the counter, pulling out 3 bottles of vodka and 2 bottles of tequila. You and Pete both looked at each other in disbelief before chuckling. "We need help getting the beer out of the car, we have six cases." Hank said. Looking at you both for help.

Pete nodded, getting up to help. Then turning to look at you. "I guess were having a party tonight if you want to stay. Help get your mind off things."

Before you could answer, Ray came around the corner carrying two cases of beer. Dropping them on the counter. "Yes, you actually need to stay. I need you to look over my english paper. It's due Monday and has a lot of spelling errors," Ray quipped with a stupid grin on his face.

"Ah, yes, my favorite thing to do after a long week of classes. Do your homework too," you laughed. Maybe a few drinks and not being alone with your thoughts would help. You'd just need to keep your distance, well, from him. Can't be hard, right? It's only that he lives there.

You laid on your stomach on the floor of Rays room. Marking up his paper with red ink while he threw a rubber ball at the wall. The thuds surprisingly didn't bother you. It was just one more thing to keep the anxious feelings out of your mind.

"Do you have to use red? It seems… so aggressive." He asked, looking over to see you destroying his paper with corrections.

You laughed. "Would you like blue? Or maybe a sparkly pink?"

"I'd love a sparkly pink to tell me I'm a horrible writer."

"The paper isn't even that bad. It's just your punctuation. Besides I just got done." You stood up, placing the paper on his desk and plopping into his desk chair. He stopped throwing the ball at the wall and stood leaning against his bed to face you. You didn't meet his gaze, you focused on your cuticles, picking at them from stress.

"So… Are you going to tell me what happened with Collie? Or should I walk down the hall and ask him?"

Your eyes shot up to meet his. You had no idea how he knew. Did Collie say something? Did he see you walking together? Before you could question him you leaped up to close Ray's door before turning back around.

"How… What.. uh, why?" You stumbled over your words. It was clear by your response and lack of words that he guested correctly.

"He's been in a bad mood for the past two weeks, just like you. It wasn't hard to put two and two together. Especially since you haven't come over as often this week."

"That doesn't mean anything. Barkovitch probably insulted his mom or something. You know how they get when they but heads." Even though it was a possibility, you knew you were wrong and so did Ray.

While you had met Collie through Ray and Pete it wasn't until six months ago that you two had something in common outside of mutual friends. You both had signed up for the Big Brothers, Big Sisters program to mentor kids. Through the program you found yourselves talking more, becoming friends. That was until one night two weeks ago. You both ran into each other on a Thursday night outside of the library, it was dark and you planned on walking the 10 minutes back to your apartment alone. Well, until Collie offered to walk you back and being the gentlemen that he is walked you to your door. As you both stood there waiting for the other to say something you locked eyes. And it was different this time. It felt like you lost your breath and before you knew it your mouth was on his, and his hands were on your hips as you attempted to unlock your door while kissing. The next thing you know you both were taking off your clothes and he laid you down on your bed. He was gentle with you in a way that made your head spin.

You both fell asleep that night, cuddled together. But when you woke up in the morning he was gone. No note or explanation in sight. If your pillow hadn't smelled like him you might have thought it was a dream. You were alone in your apartment. Just you and your cat Gus.

You told Ray everything, trying not to cry.

"He didn't leave you a note? Or call? He doesn't seem like the guy." Ray said, actually confused.

"That's what I thought. I guess that's why I haven't been over in a while. I just didn't want to run into him. He made it clear how he felt about me."

"Are you sure you want to stay for the party tonight? We don't have to, we could go see a movie." Ray suggested.

"No, I have to see him sometime. And besides he's your roommate so I guess I should get it over with so I can start coming over again."

Almost like clockwork, a loud knocking hit Rays door. Followed by Stebbins yelling through the door. "Come on Ray! Stop macking on your girl and come down here. Pete says he won't play beer pong without you."

You two just looked at each other and laughed.

"Alright Billy just let me finish mackin on my man," you joked back. Ray slapping his knee laughing.

"Alright, come on before they send more people up to come get you," you said as you stood up from Ray's chair.

You had been at the party for a few hours. After a half an hour Clementine pulled you away from Ray and led you to a group of girls. You chatted about everything from classes to wedding planning. You all tried to ignore the loud guys on the other side of the room. That was until Hank, who was drunk, came over and re-proposed to Clementine again. Luckily for him she thought it was cute and said yes.

You walked away from the corner of the living room after the commotion, looking for a quite place for a minute. You had seen Collie briefly as he talked to Barkovich and Stebbins. Wanting to avoid him you made your way into the kitchen, past Art and some other guys taking shots, and slipped outside through the glass sliding door. Once it shut behind you, you walked to the edge of the patio and sat down with your legs dangling over the edge.

You rubbed your face and sighed to yourself. Taking some deep breaths to calm you body.

"You alright," Collie said. You jumped, looking over your shoulder to see him standing next to the house, lit cigarette in hand.

"Sorry I didn't see you out here. You scared me." You couldn't see his face well. But you didn't want to risk making this more awkward than it already was. "I can go back inside. I don't want to bother you."

"Huh, that's funny. Bother me? I thought it would be the other way around."

"What are you talking about?" you asked standing up, facing him. He took a step forward.

"You never called and you have been avoiding me. You don't come over anymore and you changed your mentor schedule. I thought we had a good time the other week but I guess I was wrong." he said. His tone flat and rather sad.

You looked at him confused. "What do you mean I didn't call? I woke up and you were gone. You didn't even leave a note or wake me up," you were direct, rather pissed.

"I left you a note. On your bedside table. And I tried to wake you up but you sleep like a rock."

"You left me a note?" you whispered. "I thought you didn't want to see me."

"Why would I not want to see you?" he asked stepping closer to you. You could now reach out and touch him.

"I don't know. I never found a note." You looked at him, his eyes were kind and he looked relieved. You thought to yourself, and then it clicked. "Gus, it was definitely Gus. He loves to knock things over. It must have fallen under my bed."

"I'm sorry. I didn't know." You looked up at him.

"Do you want to know what I wrote?"

"Yes."

"It said that I had a great time. That I have liked you for a while. And that I would like to take you on a date. That if you wanted to go out you should call me."

Your breath hitched. You felt your cheeks pull into a slight smile.

"Can this count as that phone call? You know, where I tell you I like you too and that I would love to go on a date with you."

He stepped closer. "I think it counts."

He leaned down to kiss you. His free hand grabbing your cheek as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

You kept kissing until the patio door slid open, HARD.

"Hey!!" Ray slurred and immediately stopped when he saw you two together. "Oh shit… you talked! That's awesome."

You and Collie let go of each other. You looked mortified as Ray talked.

"Um, yeah we did," you said, trying to change the subject.

"Are you two coming back inside?"

"Uh, no, I was actually going to walk her home." Collie said.

"OHHHh yeah, hahhaha, yeah 'walk her home'," he said using air quotes. "Well you two have fun," he closed the door again before you had to respond.

Collie turned to you with a smile on his face. "What did you tell him?"

"Apparently too much."

"Well, lets go find that letter. And I need to have a word with Gus." He laughed.

"He must have been intimidated, you know, as the man of the house and all. You'll need to win him over," you quipped.

"How do I do that? Rub his belly?"

You gasped, "NO! Not unless you want to die," you laughed. You both started to walk towards you apartment.

"So where do you want to go for that date?" he asked.

"You know the only thing on my mind is what we're gonna do when we get back to my place," you smirked.

He had a smug smile plastered on his face. "Walk faster."