stella.

john logan:

having to call your ex when your car breaks down at night…

talking you through it

best friends (part 1)

put in your place

garrett graham (ft. john logan):

part one: let him hear you

logan’s pov of this ^

part two: show him

everyone treats him like the angel of the jocks, as if he’s any different. maybe because he doesn’t parade his hookups on display like dean or that he wears that bright smile instead of garrett’s moody demeanor but whatever the reason, you see right through it.

he’s always been cold to you especially in comparison to the girls that flock to him. anytime you were around it’s almost like he’s too stressed to pay you any mind. you question if it’s because you don’t bow down to the hockey players the way the puck bunnies do, but his reason seems deeper than that.

so the last person you thought you’d end up hooking up with in this party bathroom would be him. truthfully it didn’t take much from either of you tonight. the usual sarcastic banter, a couple eye rolls, him blocking your way to the fridge on purpose with his ridiculously large body just to make you say please…

eventually he came up behind you placing his warm hand gently placed on your lower back whispering “meet me in the bathroom in five minutes… or don’t. up to you.” he says. you originally scoff at the insane suggestion, but when glancing up at his face and seeing nothing but seriousness for a change– your body betrayed you.

now sat on the bathroom sink in a rough makeout session and your legs spread apart… he’s pressed up against you between your thighs. the rough material of his jeans still holding in his hard on and despite your best efforts at grinding forward, his mean grip on your hips controls the pace. he’s determined to make you take it achingly slow and is cruelly amused by the mess he’s making out of you.

he told himself he wouldn’t even kiss you, that maybe that will help him justify this. but when he first felt your tempting lips mumble your first bitchy remark that close to his in a private room now with no one else to talk about it, he needed to devour you and couldn’t stop. he knew you’d tease him about your lipstick all over his as soon you were done but he didn’t care. if anything, that drove him further.

for two people fully dressed still, the room sounded like a desperate mess. thank god the music outside was so loud that nobody could ever hear the breathy gasps caused by the bucking of your hips against him both fighting for friction and control of the other. his gripped in your hair yanking every time you tried to take over, keeping you in your place.

if you didn’t know any better, you swore you heard a “beautiful” slip as he nibbled down your neck but the feeling was too intense to process right now. his teeth surely leaving marks, clear payment for all the talking back you do to him around his friends, but his lips graze soothingly for forgiveness over the aching skin quickly after– a confusing feeling that made you shiver.

he laughs at you desperately working to unlock his belt “you need it that bad, huh?”

“god– shut up and hurry up before i change my mind.”

to this comment, he grabs both of your hands and pins them firmly above your head making you go silent and bright red. staring deep into your eyes with his forehead against yours, you feel more naked than ever despite being covered.

“cute… well, this is how this is going to work. if you want me to stop, you say stop. and-”

“i don’t need the sex lecture.”

“well considering your bratty mouth, i’m not expecting you to say anything nice so i need to know you know the real word to stop. fuck you, shut up, your usual miscellaneous insults i won’t let phase me. are we clear?”

you huff nodding quickly wanting the intense eye contact to be over, even though you know he’s doing the right thing. you can’t even think for half of a second that he’s a good person or that he’s doing this for any reason other than boredom, it’ll ruin all of this. so bare minimum thought at best. he raises an eyebrow at you unsatisfied by the lack of words in response which makes you finally say “stop means stop… now can you please fuck me?”

“atta girl… see she does have manners.” he snickers rewarding you with his fingers teasing along your wet folds, making you sigh in both pleasure and relief hearing him finally undo his belt buckle.

“stay like this. i want to see you take it.” he says, wrapping your legs around his back and lining himself up. this surprised you as you expected him to turn you around without needing to even look at each other.

his large hands cup around your face persistent to watch your expression as he sinks deep into you, eyes fixated on your mouth parting, unable to hold back his cocky smirk as you whine out at his length. he pushes fully inside and remains still making you sink into the feeling of him for a minute. “that’s it… take it all.”

“m-move. fuck. aren’t you taking a break from being an asshole?” you plead at his stillness.

“never said all that, but you’d think you’d watch your mouth considering… well…” he taunts, before moving one rough thrust at a time between his words “who’s– in– charge.”

you try to cover your squeal with your hand, but he quickly removes it and holds it back yet again. he keeps the grip on you to help his now relentless thrusts pick up the pace. “what’s the matter? worried someone’s gonna find out you’re letting me fuck you like this?”

his arm wraps around your back where it meets the mirror to soften the banging from his thrusting, at least spare you from a couple marks after the number he did on your neck. he does his best to position himself to where he can cause the least discomfort for you, but still get deep enough to make you squirm. “r-right there, fuck.” you cry at his angle.

“yeah? you like getting fucked like this? such a good girl.” he says picking up the pace, fighting his own moans. he moves one hand to your clit rubbing in small circles, pulling you closer to your orgasm.

“you drive me so fucking crazy…” he mutters breathily, leaving a warm kiss on your forehead. you were already close, but this ruins you. you know his ego is going to do something ridiculous like pull out if you cum without telling him and right now the feeling is too euphoric to care about looking desperate anymore.

“logan–”

he’s almost startled by how gently you say his name for once. “…yes?”

“m’so close.”

“and?”

“please let me cum.”

“see you can be so good. just needed to get put in your place, yeah? cum for me. make a mess all over me.” he coos in your ear, bringing your orgasm rushing.

watching you cum around him with your walls clenching tight is enough, but the harsh tug on his hair from your fingers curled tight in the strands is what does it… this sends him quickly over the edge. watching his eyes flutter shut in pleasure before hiding his head in the crook of your neck.

warmth from tequila floods through your body, making the sound of house music feels much louder to you at the moment even though the night is calming down.

you’ve found yourself drunk rambling to dean, fully convinced nobody would even notice you drank. logan puts a gentle hand on your shoulder to let you know he’s back.

“logan! where have you been? i missed you! dean, say hi to logan! i was just telling dean how… i was telling him something.” you ramble, wrapping your arms around him like you’re scared you’ll lose him again in the crowd. meanwhile, all he did was leave to to the bathroom for 60 seconds.

“oh yeah, hey man. you missed out on such a great story.” dean tells him with sarcasm that flies over your head, mouthing a (she’s so gone) to him when you’re not looking.

“damn. well hopefully i’ll catch the next one.…” logan amuses you, mouthing a (thanks for watching her) back. “well you are cut off for the night, and we are going to bed.”

before you can protest, he lifts you up into his arms. it’s hard to fight back when you can’t stop drunkenly giggling but you do your best at hitting his back. “you’re evil. i was finishing my drink… and i don’t want to go to bed. my bed isn’t even here.”

“yeah, well lucky for you i have one.” logan teases, doing his best to not look at your pouting face and pay attention to the stairs. he’s certainly not wasted like you, but that last tequila shot garrett poured in his mouth definitely has him tipsy.

too tired to push anymore, you nuzzle your head comfortably on his warm shoulder while everything starts to spin and his hold around you tightens. all you hear his soft mumble of “i got you. c’mon.”

when you open your eyes back up, you’re in the familiar feeling of his bed. you’ve laid here more than friends probably should. you slip on a shirt he gives you, then curl up under the comforter like it’s your own.

he sits down next to you with a wet washcloth and motions for you to turn your head towards him so he could wash your face.

“you’re treating me like a baby.” you huff, still tilting your head obediently so he can get it all. “and washclothes are bad for your skin.”

“forgive me for my lack of makeup remover on hand. and maybe if you didn’t want to get treated like a baby, you wouldn’t of drank so much.” he says, deeply focused on getting everything off your face.

even though it’s a rough cloth, it somehow feels gentle with how careful he takes his time. he swallows heavy when moving it along your lip to get off the lipstick. it doesn’t help you’re looking at him with such bright eyes, and keep glancing at his lips not even thinking straight.

“are you mad at me for drinking?” you gulp. he stops in his tracks for a second, knowing how much you know about his family history.

“never. i want you to drink with us. tucker on the other hand, will be hearing from me for giving you that last shot.” he says trying to make you laugh which he succeeds.

“why don’t you have a girlfriend?” you randomly ask thinking out loud. he almost chokes taken back by the question.

“you sound just like my grandmother…” he deflects. “you think there would be space in this bed for another girl?”

“maybe but i don’t really like to cuddle people, logan.” you say obliviously, missing the point taking his phrasing literally.

“you love to cuddle me though.” he says.

“you’re not people. you’re my best friend. that doesn’t count.” you say, making him swallow. he didn’t drink enough for this.

“mhm.” he manages with a half effort smile. he locks his door hearing people still lingering downstairs, trusting nobody when it comes to you. he’s not in the mood to kill anyone tonight for even accidentally opening the wrong door.

“why don’t you want to fuck me?” you ask abruptly, deep in thought.

“jesus christ–” he reacts startled.

“i heard you tell the boys you don’t want to fuck me.” you sigh. he can’t handle you saying fuck me again and starts to panic.

“do… what, did you want me to? wait, don’t fucking answer that– fuck. that’s not even what i said.” he rambles, making you giggle. you’re too drunk to take this conversation seriously, even though before you drank it was burning deep inside you and still is underneath all the nausea.

“you did! you said i don’t want to fuck her.” you insist.

“i said i don’t want to just fuck her. besides, boys say stupid shit. please, don’t even think about that right now.”

“that’s the same exact thing. i don’t understand…” you groan, too nauseous to think about words.

“you don’t have to. you weren’t even supposed to hear that. just get some rest, okay? worry about… that. tomorrow.” he tries to convince you in your current state of mind.

“you fucking me?” you raise an eyebrow at what that means and he can’t take it anymore.

he playfully covers your mouth with his hand while laughing, “you need saying that– fuck. ow?! did you just bite me?”

“how else was i supposed to breathe?” you ask. before he can try to reason with your dramatics, you cut him off again. “wait you said tomorrow. so you’ll fuck me tomorrow?”

“if it will make you stop saying that then sure.” he sighs, unable to hear you talk about him fucking you any longer. he knows he’s not going to be able to fall asleep anymore, already spiraling at the thought of you basically just said fuck me just put differently a hundred times.

he knows when tomorrow comes, you will wake up to an empty bed while he’s at practice.

you’ll take the advil & water he left for you on the nightstand.

you’ll fold up the shirt you’re wearing neatly on the bed when he wishes you would just take it home with you.

you’ll steal your favorite snack of his mini fridge and still won’t put together he hates those but only keeps buying them for you.

you’ll text him “home. thanks for letting me sleep in ur bed :)” when you get back, and all he will be able to cowardly reply is “np :)” then suffer in his own guilt that all he’s capable of doing is acting like he doesn’t care.

lucky for you, you’ll have no memory of saying any of this including the conversation you overheard.

unlucky for him, it’ll be the only thing on his mind all week.

he crawls into the bed next to you, giving you enough space to lay on your side but you still lean towards him instinctively. he runs his fingers through your hair while his mind races, not sure if he’s doing it to soothe you or himself.

you fall asleep pretty quickly. he kisses your forehead gently, appreciating the soft hum you let out when he does it. “m’love you. fuck you tomorrow.” you mumble into pillow falling asleep.

your car breaking down on the side of the road is not how you wanted to spend your night. especially when the worst heartbreak of your life is literally a mechanic, who you haven’t spoken to in a bit… your roadside service gave you an estimate of a 3 hour wait which feels cruel at the hour. you knew better than to try driving it, but there was a party which means there was a distraction available.

despite your distraction attempt, the universe won’t let you let him go. you stared at his contact in your phone for a few minutes as if it would suddenly change, like all the unspoken tension could resolve itself. if it was daylight you would tough it out and let your ego win, but it’s 10 pm.

it only rings twice giving you no time to change your mind. “yeah?” logan answers, no greeting with a coldness in his voice that makes your stomach sink.

“oh, hey…” you say beginning to think this was an awful idea.

“…what’s up?” he asks.

“i’m great. i just– well, my car isn’t. it died on me and i’m–” you spill nervously before he quickly registers and cuts you off.

“where are you?” he asks with his voice a lot more gentle now.

“by main street… well, a bit before it on some grass” you say.

you now hear shuffling which makes you assume he’s busy. it takes everything in you not to start wondering what he’s doing or who he might be with.

“look, a tow will be here in a couple hours. i can get it fixed this weekend. but i could really use some instructions on how to get it on long enough to pull to a store or something where there’s actual lights on. i tried googling but i don’t even know what to google.”

“what’s it doing?” he asks, sounding uninterested in your ramble.

“uh… this noise, kind of like a rattle? then it decided it was done driving.” you say.

“should i bother to ask how long has this supposed rattle been happening?” he asks voice showing amusement now, clearly fighting a laugh at your attempt at car terms. you missed hearing joy from him, even if it’s for half of a second.

“it just started…” you lie.

“mm, right.” he responds sarcastically, a familiar sound that infuriates you. he knows you better than you know yourself, and you’re not in the mood to see the smug look reminding you of that.

“don’t start. can’t you just tell me how to jump it or-” you ask trying to back out of this situation quickly.

“i’ll be there in five.”

—

“i told you not to get a fuckin altima…” he mutters.

leaned over the hood of your car like it’s a puzzle to solve. it’s hard not to stare when his biceps are on display in a white tank top and jeans with car grease scuffs, clearly just coming from the shop. you wonder why he must have been there so late but have to remind yourself he’s not your problem anymore.

he managed to drive it to a lot that was fortunately around the corner, behind an abandoned convenience store with just enough light with a dying streetlight.

you sit on the hood of his car, trying to look at anything else besides him biting down on his lip focused. you’re snapped back to reality when he starts speaking again, “seriously, when was the last time you got an oil change?”

you avoid answering with a look on your face giving you away. he turns to face you to wonder why you’re not answering, but instantly reads you. “don’t tell me i was the last one to change the oil.”

“no, of course not.” you say. another lie from you.

–

the last time the oil was changed was at the shop on a hot summer day. your feet kicked on the dashboard, playfully whining for him to hurry up while he insisted on changing it. he pulls open the passenger door resting his hands on your bare thighs, his sweating forehead pressed against yours teasing “you’re such a spoiled brat, you know that?” making you giggle and pull him in.

you shake that memory from your mind fast. thinking about that weekend and how it all went wrong will only make your night worse. the reminder of the distance between you two physically right now is infuriating enough.

“you’re not the only mechanic on earth, john…” you say frustrated at the whole situation just thinking about it. he rolls his eyes at the name because he fucking hated when you used his first name, but then he stops in his tracks with a realization.

“so who’s the new guy?” he asks, not making eye contact or show he’s phased.

“what?” you ask, caught off guard.

“the mechanic…?” he clarifies, but you know he’s full of it. he doesn’t care who touches your car. he cares about who’s been touching you.

you don’t give him the satisfaction of answering, so he breaks your annoyed silence himself… “fine. well tell whoever’s been touching it hasn’t been doing very well, because she’s still acting up.”

“she?” you question.

“the car.” he lies. you should really start keeping tally of everyone’s lies tonight.

heaviness fills the air as he finishes up. you try to distract yourself with looking at literally anything else; the flickering street light that probably hasn’t been redone in ages, your shoes, the rock on the pavement. fortunately he always knows what he’s doing and it doesn’t take long.

“until it gets a full rework, make sure you check on this before you use it. if it looks anything like that again, don’t drive. take an uber. you’re lucky you didn’t get hurt.” he lectures, while you shrug off the protective speech. “knock it off and come look. you need to know what you’re looking for unless you want to break down on a highway or something worse.”

you hesitate for a moment wondering if you can behave yourself to be that close to him again but the sincerity of his tone clear with worry at the fact you risked it. he would’ve never let you drive this but he has no say anymore. he gives you a soft reassuring expression, almost as if he’s begging for you to take it seriously before meeting him at the hood.

leaning against it by his side, he rambles on with car terms but all you can watch is his hands. truthfully you aren’t going to remember any of it even if you tried. he probably knows that. when he’s done, he closes the hood and leans against it to face you.

“so, who was it?” he asks.

“what?” you ask.

“the new guy.” he says.

“you’re still on that? god, you’re unbelievable.” you sigh frustrated. you know he won’t take that as an acceptable response. “why do you care all of a sudden?”

“just curious who’s house you were coming from dressed like that.” he nods to your skirt, watching his gaze on your thighs making you shiver.

“you used to like me in short skirts.” you say confidently, boldly looking up into his eyes now. his clear jealousy makes you feel like you can play back.

“well you used to like me taking them off.” he retaliates, not breaking.

“did i? i don’t recall.” you play. he sneaks behind you on the hood, leaning over you just an inch away from your skin. he knows what he’s doing, and you can’t let him win. the usual smell of his cologne you loved hits your heart making this much harder. he hasn’t changed.

“mm… right. remember the costume party where you insisted on staying to dance with allie? totally a set up from you two. you grinded up against me in that crowd for like a half hour until i had to drag your ass to a room. that skirt came off pretty quickly.” he says tilting his head closer, placing a hand on your jaw.

“well, you seem to remember it well.” you respond.

“how can i forget?” he says with a lower tone, making your breath catch. his lips so close yours now, the next move has to be a decision. whether you leave everything behind or open this door back up again.

“then what happened… in this room?” you seal your fate.

“i could tell you…” he places his hands on your hips, before putting his lips against your ear tauntingly “or just show you.”

“you should do that.” you whisper out, earning a chuckle from him while yanking you closer to break the distance of your lips. his mouth crashes against yours hungrily, your hands immediately go to their favorite spot his hair fighting the urge to tug him desperately but you refuse to show it yet.

the aching slowness of the kiss feels like punishment for everything, unsure of who’s punishing who at this point. not allowing your need to take over first, he lets his. his tongue finally slips into your mouth sending familiar shivers down your spine, then moving to your neck to tease you with soft taunting kisses.

“logan…” you whine out, feeling his smirk when you finally call him by his preferred name.

“missed that sound.” he lets a smile slip into his last kiss making his teeth mark a bite on your shoulder, making you squeal out.

he gets off the hood hardly breaking contact, stepping directly in front of you letting your legs wrap around his body. “if you want me to drive you to my place, i can. or i can fuck you here where there’s nobody but us… or we can just turn back now–” he asks, while you glance around at how far you are from life. it would be hard to get caught this late, and at this point you hardly care.

“you have a big enough backseat.” you say.

“yeah, if you want… but i have a hood too.” he says, quickly yanking your skirt up before getting on his knees in front of you. pulling your panties to the side, his mouth kisses along your thighs before opening your legs around his face. his tongue tastes your folds softly, purposely slow, making you gasp. “still so sweet.”

your moans get louder as he devours you. one hand on your toying with your clit, how he remembered used to make you cry in pleasure. the sight of the boy you’ve missed so much in front of you on his knees eating you out, makes you orgasm come much faster.

“cum f’me.” he mumbles what he can out against you, refusing to release on his tongue from your sweet spot. you hold your hand over your mouth to keep it down while the pleasure floods through your body.

before you can catch a breath, he stands gripping your thighs pulling you close to his waist as he unbuckles his jeans. your hands find the zipper for him aching for more.

“unless you want to call your other mechanic…” he snickers, making you blush playfully hitting his shoulder.

“fuck me before i change my mind.” you beg while he grinds himself against you, still so sensitive from your orgasm. his eyes are filled with a familiar affection in awe of you, but he still fights it and grips his hands tight in your hair.

“tell me how many first…” he says.

“how many w— fuck. are you serious?” you argue, but your voice still begging. “you’re almost inside me and you’re starting shit.”

“not starting anything, baby… just finishing our conversation.” he teases your entrance nipping your ear while he speaks. you roll your eyes both in pleasure and frustration, knowing he knows the answer already or he wouldn’t be being so cocky.

“there hasn’t been anyone, since you…” you beg.

“i know.” he groans pushing into you, his thickness filling you up and stretching you out. “can’t touch anyone else either.”

he thrusts into you roughly, still possessively keeps an eye on your skirt, adjusting it so you’re covered enough despite no one being around and the fact they’d still see you getting railed regardless but he can’t help it. “fuck– perfect. you’re still fucking perfect.” he mutters.

“i missed you…” you cry out letting your guard down, whimpering at the feeling of him picking up the pace now. you buck your hips as much as you can to meet his.

“i assume so considering you’re letting me fuck you in a parking lot…” he teases unable to stop the comfort of your banter he missed so much, before softening again “been a mess without you.”

you both get sloppy as you both come close to the edge, the thrill of how messy this is heightening every nerve in your body. the feeling that he’s needed you this much makes you hold back a smile, even though you both let out a few glancing at each other’s sounds.

he always knows when you’re close and he can’t hold back either. he leaves one last soft claiming kiss on your lips like he doesn’t want this moment to end, before giving you the cue.

“my favorite girl… cum with me, sweetheart.” he chokes out as his own orgasm takes over, yours following the second you feel him twitch inside you. your hands encouragingly rub down his back, finding joy in the fact you make him feel so good too. he groans against your neck, letting his body collapse melting into you.

you both sit in the silence for what feels like forever, but likely just a few seconds. not wanting to move or pull out or deal with the mess you just made (physically and mentally) he finally says gently–

logan’s pov

it’s hard enough to ignore, especially when she sounds like that. but it’s even worse tonight after every run in we have she’s getting braver.

i’ve done everything to contain myself. i am not that kind of guy. until it’s become clear she doesn’t want me to, and that garrett enjoys it.

we’ve talked about it. trust me, a threesome would not be the craziest thing that’s happened in this house. but something about her is driving me more mad than just plain attraction.

“we’ll be in my room.” garrett told me before they went in there tonight. i almost retaliated with a sarcastic comment like “no shit” but saw the suggestion on his face.

i usually try to be respectful and put on headphones, even though she’s always known we hear her. we make that very clear in this house. but after her flirting, i ditch them tonight. i didn’t expect this though.

her usual gentle gasps start and i’m already rock hard. just picturing her sweet face with her lips hung open in pleasure. fuck– i know i can’t. as soon as i wipe the thoughts out of my head, she gets loud.

there is no usual muffle to the sound. there is no obvious hand covering her pretty mouth or her holding back. she wants me to hear it.

it doesn’t take long for me to give in to the ache as i slip my hand down my sweatpants, wrapping it around my cock.

at first i try to not think of her lips, those swollen ones that leave his bedroom at night, but then i hear a loud “p-please, yes” and it’s over. it’s all i could think about.

the thumping against the wall from their bed sends shivers down my skin, at how close they are and how wrong this is. every thump making my fist grip tighter around my cock, harder and faster as they go harder and faster.

everytime i try to think of anyone else it’s like she’s begging me to hear her. she sounds more beautiful than any porn could ever fake.

i never thought something my best friend would say could ever make me finish, until i hear three words clear as day. “cum for us.” and i lose it. one last pump along side with her orgasm whines, slamming my eyes shut picturing how her thighs must be shaking.

i am so fucked.

this almost made you choke.

you: right because we do a lot of studying

garrett: mhm we do

garrett: what would you think about helping us both

garrett: at the same time

you: interesting

garrett: it is

garrett: but that’s too vague of an answer for me

you couldn’t believe he was going to make you admit this, but you knew he wouldn’t even consider it without being certain.

you: yes

garrett: yes what?

you: yes i want to

you: help you both

you: at the same time

garrett: good girl

garrett: i’ll think about it

now, it was officially impossible to stop thinking about it. the fact you didn’t know when made it so much harder. you already noticed the way logan looked at you and now, every little interaction was setting your body on fire. watching him chew on the back of his pen in class, crack his knuckles, lick his lips, everything made you ache.

and garrett… something about how open he was to this made you more desperate for him than ever.

the weekend finally came, so did your usual hang out at their house…

“garrett! this is a brand new top!” you complain at his drink that made its way spilled down your shirt.

“oh, please. it’ll come out. why don’t you head upstairs and dry yourself off? let me just help everyone else out and i’ll meet you in a minute.” garrett says with a wink.

the wink is the only thing that stops you from huffing. after all, you need him after this week so you’re more than happy to skip upstairs. except in his room, you find logan sitting on the bed.

“oh. h-hey. sorry– my shirt got a little wet.” you say caught off guard at finding him in here.

“i can see that.” logan says with a laugh, eyes darting away from your chest quickly even though you know he saw and have heard enough.

he pulls off the hockey tee he’s currently wearing, handing it to you without a word leaving him only in grey sweatpants. it takes so much strength not to eye him up and down for long.

“oh, thanks.” you say shyly, before turning around to take off the wet shirt. you hear him move, possibly to get out of your way and you can’t stop yourself. “actually, do you think you can help me get this off? the hooks are kinda tricky.”

“course.” he responds. he moves behind you before pulling all of your hair to one side, to expose the back hooks of your top. his warm fingers quickly brush your neck before finding the top button. at first you wonder if you’re overthinking every touch, until he starts to speak.

“y’know, you sounded really pretty the other night…” he mutters breathily in your ear. his bluntness catches you off guard.

he always seemed shy around you, but i guess that was technically before garrett gave permission. the first hook of the top opens with even just another inch of your back feeling exposed to him floods your stomach with butterflies.

“oh, right. sorry about that. i forget how thin the walls are.” you come up with nervously, holding your breath at how close he is. another hook comes undone.

“hm, really?” he asks playfully. “kinda sounded like you wanted to me to hear. i mean you’re always loud… trust me. fuck… especially when you beg– but something was different. wasn’t it?”

before you have to come up with a response, you’re interrupted by garrett who you almost didn’t hear sneak in. the sound of him locking the door behind you makes it click that this was a plan all along. if your face wasn’t already bright blushing red, it is now.

“there’s our favorite girl… god, you poor thing, got you so soaked. huh?” garrett mocks, chuckling at how your eyes look like a deer in headlights. he plays dumb at the play on words. “i mean the top, doll.”

as logan holds the last hook along your back closed, just two fingers holding it from showing your whole bare skin. he nods his head to the shirt in your hand now being gripped tight, “you still want to cover up?”

“or… we can show logan here what you’ve been thinking about… what all that noise is about.” garrett says, face to face with you now. he runs his hands through your hair looking into your eyes, his darkening with dominance.

“please.” you manage to get out.

“please what? gonna have to get specific if you really want it that bad.” logan teases, nipping down at your neck making you squeal.

“please, fuck me. both of you.” you admit. logan snaps the last hook of your top letting it drop to the floor with a cocky grin.

“atta girl. see, logan… look. when you want to keep her quiet, you just gotta keep her mouth full.” garrett says, gently pushing down on the top of your head to get you on your knees. you obey quickly turning around to face logan who’s already unbuckling his jeans.

“fuck. good idea. should’ve thought of that…” logan groans as you eagerly take his cock into your mouth. garrett’s hands grip your hair making you let out a choked moan around him.

you make eye contact with logan as you take him, heart fluttering as he lets out satisfied breath of relief. after all, you’ve been driving him crazy for weeks. “g-god. fuck yes” logan sighs in pleasure.

“she gets excited… not too much, sweetheart. didn’t show him the best part yet.” garrett taunts. you’re pulled away from his cock, making your own drool hang down your chin. you feel filthier than ever, and you love everything about it.

four strong hands on you all at once drives you crazy, to where you can’t even tell which is which as they pull you to the bed. one tugs your skirt down to the floor, another yanks down your panties.

you get on all fours on the bed, as both of their mouths explore your skin. garrett bites along your neck, certain to leave possessive hickeys. logan is much more gentle with his tongue tracing along your thigh until he reaches your pussy. his tongue pokes at your clit softly making you sigh in pleasure, until he quickly takes it away. “please,” you beg.

“nah. you teased me for weeks behind that damn wall. think i’m gonna give you everything you want that easy? garrett spoils you too much.” logan says, giving your folds one last teasing lick before backing off even though he probably punished himself more doing so. garrett’s laugh feels evil creating goosebumps along your skin.

laying your head down on the bed with your ass up in the air, you turn your head to catch eye contact with logan behind you. he’s right, garrett spoils you. if you want it, you’re going to have to show him how you always get your way. after all, he apparently already knows what your begging sounds like.

“please, logan… i’m sorry… sometimes it just feels so good. then i get loud on purpose because i want you to fuck me too. please… i won’t wake you up anymore, i promise. i’ll be so good.” you plead, letting your eyes flutter with desperation. you know you’re as exposed as you’ll ever get right now, spread out for two guys and begging like a whore. but you need it, and you’re not ashamed anymore.

“fuck— what do you think garrett? sincere?” logan asks, refusing to look away from your eyes. he doesn’t want to think about how hard it’s going to be to probably have to forget them after this, refusing to waste a second. garrett reaches his hand to feel how wet you are, before responding “very.”

logan wastes no time at that answer pushing in to your entrance, groaning and throwing his head back immediately at the feeling. “fuck. if i didn’t hear it every night, i wouldn’t believe you were fucking her. so tight.”

garrett cups your face with one hand roughly making you look up at him, now with his other hand on his cock just inches away from your face. “she’s such a good girl, isn’t she?”

you cry out at the feeling of logan’s cock filling you up, dripping wet now as he slams in and out of you. garrett holds eye contact with you as he watches you take it, letting you enjoy it for a moment before he puts you to work.

you can’t help but smile as you look up at him, mumbling a “thank you” as he lets his best friend rail you. he smirks back as he rubs his thumb kindly along your cheek.

garrett’s cock fills your mouth, as you let out muffled moans around it. he grips your hair hard to keep hold while logan’s thrusts rock the bed too. the sound of both of their grunts is enough to send you over the edge.

your ears ring and your vision blurs, as you’re sent into pure bliss. you could hear a faint “fuck, yeah she’s cumming.” from one of them but are too fucked out to focus on which one. logan’s lips encouragingly kiss along your back.

your orgasm sends both of theirs quickly behind. logan pulls out of you, shooting his warmth along your back. your mouth floods with the familiar taste of garrett’s cum, swallowing every drop in obedience. your body falls apart on the bed, feeling sensitive in every part of you.