Dean was making his rounds at the party, flirting a little, dancing a little, making sure everybody knew he was there. He stops in his tracks when he sees her, on the dance floor with some random guy behind her, and she’s letting him touch her.

He would love to say this didn’t bother him at all, but he could feel the anger building up in his chest. He closes his eyes and thinks back to all the nights they spent together, her tugging on his hair, him making her wait.

He slithers his way into the dance floor, ignoring the girls who clearly want what he’s after, but he ignores them. He walks up to them and attempts to take over for the guy. The man immediately steps in.

‘Hey man, what the fuck?’

Dean isn’t having any of it. He grabs her and pulls her close, and whispers “I miss you” into her ear. She shutters and lets out a small whine.

The guy tries again, waving his hand in Dean’s face, attempting to mark his territory. ‘She’s with me. Sorry, dude.’

They both look down. Dean raises his eyebrow, and the guy has the face of ‘come on, I was first’ written all over it.‘I’m with him. I’m sorry.’

Dean quickly smiles and waves to the man goodbye. He reluctantly turns around and sighs as he heads towards the drink table. ‘What the fuck, Dean. I was dancing.’

Dean turns her around so she’s facing him and whispers into her ear. ‘I wanted you, so I took you. I miss your mouth and my cock misses it too’

She pushes him back and has the look of absolute irritation on her face.

‘No, dean, I told you to fuck other people, and I’m allowed to do the same.’

He quickly pulls her back and points to the stairs where his room is. He starts walking, holding her hand, making sure she’s still with him. She’s following closely behind.

He shuts his door behind her and pushes her against it, one hand on her waist, one hand beside her head holding the door shut. She closes her eyes and lets out a small sigh. ‘ Dean, we agreed no more.’

He smiles into her neck and quickly states, ‘I know, and I now disagree. Don’t act like you don’t miss me too; I can feel it.’

She rolls her eyes but grabs his head anyways. She quickly leans in to kiss him, and he backs up. ‘Nuh uh, baby, you have to wait until I say.’

She lets out a whine, and he grabs her chin, pushing it to the side and starts licking her neck. He sees what she has on, and she can see him thinking if he wants to rip it or not. He decides not to instead. ‘Get on your knees, sweetheart.’

She crosses her arms and looks up at him with the biggest eyes she can muster, with a pout to go with.

He pushes her down and pulls his belt off.

“suck”

She unbuttons his jeans and pulls them down slowly. His hand is already in her hair, ready to control her head. She kisses the tip. ‘Look at me,’ she looks up at him and smiles. ‘Good girl. Go on, baby, put it in.’

She grabs the base of his cock and puts his tip in her mouth. He pushes her mouth all the way on it and leaves it there. When he pulls her back up, there’s spit all over her mouth and the base of his cock.

She uses her hands to jerk him off, and he takes them off with his free hands. He moans out, ‘Use your mouth.’ She puts it back in, and he lets her go at her own pace. He has to force himself to look at her, and she’s already looking at him. He pushes her head down all the way again and holds it there for longer. She’s gagging.

He pulls her off, and there’s spit running down her shirt, on the base of his cock, and all over her mouth. He slaps his cock on her mouth and pulls her up.

He grabs her neck and pulls her close to him. Their kiss is hungry and wet. He can taste his precum on her, and she moans into his mouth. She pulls at his shirt, and he backs away from the kiss.

She whines at the loss of contact, but he takes his shirt off. His arm reaches out and pulls her back into him. They back up onto his bed, and she’s on top of him, rubbing against him in her leather shorts.

He rips the corset off of her torso and moans at the sight of her tits. ‘God, I missed my girls so bad,’ he grabs one of them and puts it in his mouth while pulling and pinching at the other.

She’s grinding against him and whining. He switches sides and gives the other tit the same amount of attention. She pulls him off and leans down to kiss him. She whines into his mouth, and he pulls her off and stands up ‘hands and knees’.

She crosses her arms and stays on the bed how she was. He pulls her legs down to the edge of the bed and flips her over. He pulls down her shorts. He kisses her cunt and spits on it. He rubs against her clit just to see her squirm. He backs her hips up into his dick and teases her with it.

She’s whining, ‘Please, I’ll be good, fuck please.’ He kisses her ass and continues playing with it, making sure her cunt touches his cock as he’s backing it up.

She grinds down into it and moans when the tip is pushed into her. He bottoms out, ‘fuck back on it. You want it so bad, do it yourself.’

Never in all of their hookups has she ever wanted to do the work. She’s tried to and failed with a whine and a pout to convince Dean to do all the work.

‘Come on, you can do it. Be a good girl for me.’ She starts moving her ass up and down on his cock, moaning as she does so. She turns her neck to look at him, and he leans in so his cock gets pushed farther into her cunt.

He grabs her face and kisses her mouth. The kiss is sloppy while she’s trying to keep the pace. He pushes her head away, and she lays it down on his pillow. Her arms are on either side of her, and she’s using all of her strength to fuck back into his cock.

He grabs her hips and sets a better pace. ‘You did so good for me, baby, but it’s not good enough.’ He slows down to see her cream on his dick, and he moans quickly when he sees it going in and out.

‘You’re making such a big fucking mess, dirty fucking girl, huh?’ He grabs her hair with one hand and keeps one hand on her hip. He speeds up, and he can feel she’s cumming. Her cunt pulses onto him and squeezes.

‘I’m gonna come, baby. Can I come? Please let me come. Oh my god. fuck’ He speeds up, and she takes that as a confirmation to cum. She shakes around his cock and moans into his pillows, letting out small sobs of pleasure. He pulls her up.

‘I wanna hear those pretty noises come on, good girl,’ he can feel his hips stuttering and his stomach tightening.

‘Where do you want me, baby? Tell me where you want it.’ he slows down just a little and his hand comes down to smack her ass ‘where do you want my cum huh?’

‘Inside me, please, fuck please, cum inside me, baby. I need you to fill me up.’ She didn’t have to tell him twice; he speeds up for the final time, and she can feel the warmth fill her up.

He pulls out, and she lies on the bed. He goes into his bathroom to get a towel. He smacks her ass with the towel, ‘hands and knees again, baby. Gotta clean you off.’

She gets up, and he moans at the sight of their cum mixed together inside her leaking out. ‘Let me take a video, baby, please. Oh my god, this is so fucking hot.’ She nods, and he goes to find his phone. When he finds it, he hits record and immediately spreads her ass so it can leak out more.

He shuts the video off and grabs the towel again to clean her. He kisses her cunt and her ass. he tells her to sit up, and while she does, he smacks her ass quickly. He throws a shirt at her, and she grabs it to put it on. He puts on some boxers and slips them on.

She lays down on his pillow, and he follows. She lays her head on his chest as soon as he gets comfortable, and he starts rubbing her back. She falls asleep, and he starts to talk to her. ‘ I want to try to be with you. During the month we weren’t talking, I missed you so fucking bad.’

He looks down at her, curious to see her face, and she’s asleep. He kisses her forehead and closes his eyes too.

Hunter's blue eyes narrow on me. "Hilarious.” I narrow mine right back at him, I cut the keg's tap off. “I could tell you the same, since we've been through the whole: I can live with my best friend at another university, every time we see each other.” I take a sip from my cup. “That's an exaggeration.” He teases. “You'd sure know about those.” I lilt right back, lifting my hands into air quotes. “Mr I'll never play hockey again.” I point my cup in his direction. “I'd still make a bet with you about that.”

He rolls his eyes at me. "We still up for lunch on Wednesday?” "Sure, although as your friend I feel like I have to warn you: Summer won't be there to personally hand you the signup sheet for the hockey tryouts. You'll just have to contend yourself with little old me.” I say as seriously as I can while bringing up two of the topics I like to tease him most about.

“Again, hilarious.” He narrows his eyes on me with a lazy smile on his face. 

As five tall athletic figures make their way into the kitchen, he tenses by my side. “Aaand that would be my cue to leave.” He quickly pushes himself away from the counter smacking a kiss on the crown of my head. 

Always acting as if any of the hockey players has a contagious disease with symptoms that'll make him wake up the next morning to find out he's actually playing for Briar's hockey team. “You know it's their house you're at right?” I holler after him, while he just lifts me his finger not looking back at me and heading towards a couple of his friends I recognize from the business classes I share with him. 

I prop my hip against the kitchen counter, backing away from the keg to not create an unnecessary line for whoever wants to get their fill. As I lift the cup back to my lips, I'm face to face with Briar's hockey captain. Brown eyes gleam mischievously at me. “You really just can't get enough of me can you?” He tips –what I know will be his only beer for the night– in my direction. “You were here yesterday, you were at the game and now you're here at my party.” “Your party?” I laugh lightly and watch as his lips twitch up at the sound. “Oh, yes! I keep forgetting how hockey consists of only its captain on the ice doing all the work, so of course this party is just to celebrate your win. How silly of me.” I exaggerate my words. “Nice goal though, congrats on the game.” I mutter genuinely but way lower, not wanting to help expand his ego even more. He nods in thanks and takes a swig of his beer, not taking his eyes off me. “And for alignment purposes.” He raises his eyebrows, probably already expecting something amusing from me. “I came here because I knew this cute guy was coming.” 

Hook, line and sinker. I think as I watch his eyes twinkle thinking I'm referring to himself. “You know, the one I hooked up with at this Sigma frat party I told you my friends dragged me to?” I lift my cup to my mouth, trying to hide the smile that took over my lips as I finish the sentence. Garrett laughs out loud at my antics, realizing what I did. I tsk at him and shake my head. “You and that hockey god complex of yours, you make it too easy for me.” 

“What complex? It would only be a complex if it weren't true, so in this case, it's a fact. I'm a hockey god.” He delivers seriously. I burst out laughing garnering the attention of the other boys that entered the space alongside him. He can't hold his composure for long and joins me with his deep laughter. 

“Was the cute guy the one who flipped you off as we got here? Cause if so, that seems really promising.” He tries to ask lightly, though I sense a slight tension in the question. I snort. “No Garrett,” I say slowly, “keep up! That was Hunter, I've told you of him multiple times before. You know, we studied together at Prep School, he's lightning fast on ice. I've been trying to remind him that he loves the sport so he'll join the team and help you out with that complex of yours, you know peg it down a notch.” He nods his head in acknowledgment with a small chuckle. 

“He also kissed my best friend and Dean freaked out for whatever reason.” I really never understood why Dean did freakout, not like he's never seen Summer hooking up with someone.  “And he also kissed you.” Someone singsongs, then snorts besides me as they squeeze my shoulders. “Yeah, that's why Dean freaked out. Because he hooked up with Summer.” I don't even have to look up from where my head leans on the person's chest to know it's Beau. As much as I love him, I can't help the slight disappointment heavy on my gut that my time alone with Garrett has come to an end. “You still messing with Davenport?” Briar's quarterback asks with raised brows. I smile proudly. “Of course, I'll mess with anyone with an ego.” I nod towards Garrett to emphasize what I'm saying, which causes the hockey captain to roll his eyes at me. “But, no, really, how could I not? I'd be letting Summer down if I weren't messing with him.” “And we can't have that.” Beau replies, mock seriously. “You and Summer are always up to something.” Garrett pretends to shiver at the thought, probably remembering some of the times she's come to visit me or Dean. “Don't even get me started on them.” Dean announces as he inserts himself into our little circle. “Oh, shush, we make life more interesting.” I huff playfully. Dean and Beau both look at each other instantly and howl with laughter. “You guys are so annoying.” I mumble with an amused smile. 

I turn towards Dean. "Congrats on–” Well, I was planning on congratulating him on the game, and mentioning how his assist to Logan was insane. When a high pitched voice calls out for him and he instantly turns his head with that playboy smirk of his. Not two seconds go by and he's kissing her near where we're all gathered. In the middle of the kitchen. I roll my eyes at him and end up congratulating Logan and Tucker who had been stopped by a few people, and finally joined us. Apparently while I was tracking Dean and being polite. Beau decided to not be polite, and embarrass me. I snap back to attention when I gather what he's talking about.

“Remember when you and Summer got kicked out of summer camp?! Because you kept–” My hand slaps itself over Beau's mouth. “Oh my God Beau, shut up!” I groan while trying to fight back a smile, sobering my mood quickly. “You want to go there?” I raise an eyebrow playfully. 

He chuckles loudly enough that I'm able to hear over the thudding bass of the music being blasted through the house. The three hockey players –that aren't occupied with a tongue down their throat– gathered around exchange amused grins between each other. The smile I was fighting resurfaces.The hand that was on Beau's mouth and not occupied holding my red solo cup now taps on my chin teasingly as my eyebrows scrunch up. “If I recall correctly, there was this time that me and Summer decided we really wanted to play hairdresser.” Beau's eyes widen exponentially, knowing exactly what I'm talking about. "That was actually more embarrassing for Dean” he points out, holding back his laughter. 

I shrug. "Still.” “You guys can't keep us hanging like this with all these unfinished stories.” Muses Tucker.

“If I finish the story about the summer camp disaster–” “Misunderstanding.” I arch my brows, trying to stay serious. Beau nods because he knows what's good for him. “Yeah, sure, let's call it a misunderstanding.” He emphasises the word, just as I had. “I might just lose my balls. So just use your imagination on what two fifteen–” 

"We were, like ten.” “No, you were fifteen.” I roll my eyes and huff. “Anyways what two fifteen year olds can do with a waterhose, butter and a screwdriver at their disposal.”

I quickly interrupt and don't correct the list of items mentioned. “Okay, no one cares about that story.” 

There are some mumblings of the boys announcing that they do in fact care, but I just ignore them. We don't have to relive that embarrassing mess. “But the hairdresser thing was during a summer vacation when we were all at Beau's house at the Cape, and me and Sunny were so bored.” My old nickname for my best friend slips through along with a smile that creeps onto my face as I think of the memory. 

Beau snorts. "Which is a miracle itself, as we've established those two are always up to something when together.” I roll my eyes affectionately. “Anyways, we decided to tell the boys that we thought we wanted to open a hair salon when we grew up.” The smile takes over my face. “So we obviously had to practice our haircuts on someone. And no doll would cut it, since we were going to have real people as our clients.” Almost all of the boys listening to my story have a wince on their face already imagining where this is heading. Except for Garrett, whose eyes seem to shine with amusement and the smile that won't come off his face when around me. 

“So we asked Beau and Dean to be our first clients and told them that after we had our turn cutting their hair they could obviously cut ours next.”

“Obviously.” Beau drawls sarcastically. His shoulders shake from silent laughter. “More like I was smart and kept Summer talking while Y/N only had to smile at Dean." 

“Me and Summer were smart–” Beau tsks. "More like sneaky.” I ignore his interruption. “And knew that our parents were keeping an eye on us, because whenever the four of us were together, things tended to…. get out of hand” I laugh lightly. “So obviously we told the boys that our salon was underneath a table with a tablecloth on, you know for aesthetics and not because it hid us from the adults' linesight.” I cover my mouth laughing at the story. “And basically that was the reason Dean is wearing ballcaps and beanies for at least a year in all of our childhood photos.” I snicker reaching for my phone. 

“Oh we have to see those.” Tucker chuckles. 

“And also the reason why there were no scissors in any of our houses without supervision for a couple of years after that.” I add still giggling at the memory. “That's why he's so neurotic and obsessed with his hair!” Crows Logan in laughter. 

I'm looking for one of the pictures in which we can see at least one of Dean's bald spots caused by my artistic haircut choice. When an arm snakes itself onto my shoulders and pulls me away from Beau and towards another firm chest. “Why is everyone laughing and making comments about my hair?” Dean whispers close to my temple. I pretend I don't hear him while I'm still looking for a picture with a small smile on my lips. “She told them about the time she decided she wanted to be a hairdresser.” Beau decides to respond for me just as I find a picture of the mess that was Dean's hair when we were younger. The arm that's currently not over my shoulder, tickles me. I shriek loudly. And instantly feel the heat of two specific gazes tracking me. “Oh, no we won't.” Dean responds darkly as he realizes what I'm looking at my phone, shuts it off while pocketing it in his jeans. “You've officially lost your phone privileges.” He tuts, while slowly shaking his head. I roll my eyes. “Why don't you get back to that redhead you were kissing so I can continue embarrassing you?” I bat my eyes teasingly at him. His eyes dance in mirth. “Oh, so you were keeping an eye on me?” My stomach drops, but I make sure it doesn't show on my face. “More like, everyone was, since you know you were hooking up right in the middle of where we were all having a conversation.” Before he can answer, three friends of mine enter the kitchen's backdoor, eyes bloodshot from the weed and drunkenly screaming once they spot me in the middle of all the big hockey bodies, as if we hadn't seen each other for years, when it was actually just an hour ago. Saving me from this uncomfortable conversation, I let them pull me towards the makeshift dancefloor by the living room, dancing as I go. 

Once we get there I spin around in their arms, still glued and dancing to my friend’s front  and teasingly wave with my fingers towards the three gazes I knew would be following every move of mine.

Beau, one of my oldest and closest friend's, laughs affectionately knowing me and exactly what I'm doing. Always keeping an eye out for me, even though he knows I can take care of myself.

The other two are not looking at me with the same brotherly affection, even if one's supposed to be looking at me that way.

Garrett, the hockey captain who I've hit it off with since Dean introduced me to his new best friends, has a smile on his face, enthralled and never seeming to get enough of my antics, while he brings his only beer of the night to his lips, trying to smother how affected he is.

And Dean, my best friend's older brother. Who I've known my entire life and spent every summer with, who should be looking out for me just as Beau does. He's not smiling, not able to play his playboy persona with me, but his eyes don't leave me.