Dating and breaking up with your best friend is hard, especially when y’all run in the same childhood friend circle. Especially when he looks and acts like Thomas. You guys had promised at the very beginning to still be friends if it was to ever come down to splitting. So, it’s been a work in progress. Some minor…mishaps have occurred but all in all, y’all were…cool. Cordial. But the electric connection you guys shared never faded. One coy glance. One faint touch. Before you know it, you and Thomas were liplocked and tangled. Insanely intense sex. Damn near made you come runnin dick. You kept your distance for so many reasons, but the sex…main one.

Now you’re going to be stuck with him in a cabin four nights?! Fuckin hell…your folds already burn in excitement. Too late to back out now your bag is packed and being stuffed in the back of the Jeep your friends rented for the drive. Thomas was going to fly in and meet y’all there. This is going to the longest drive of your fuckin life.

“Pretty girl…” Thomas purrs in your ear as he hugs you tight to his slender body. “Been so long…”

You fight the chill his soft voice triggers dying to crawl down your spine. His scent choking and burning you up. Your friends greet and hug one another as you and Thomas share the longest ten seconds of your life.

“Hey! Don’t forget to claim your room!” Your best friend announced as he let you go, coyly smirking down on you damn near pushing him away.

“Yep.” And that’s how you leave him, chasing after your best friend dragging y’all’s bags down the hall with her. “Wait up!” You call after her, catching up and taking your bag with a big ugly eye roll. She just laughs and yanks you to the bedrooms up the hall. Lucky enough, there were enough rooms for everyone to have their own. She demanded y’all had rooms next to each other. You just wanted to be away from him.

“So…you good?” Asks your best friend as you unpack.

Fuck no. You heave a sigh, stuff some shirts in a drawer. “Think you know the answer.”

She tuts and waves her hand. “Girl you two are a fuckin mess…”

“I’m aware…” you grumble slamming the drawer shut. “Just help me out this weekend, alright? If you see us getting too…familiar, cockblock.”

“Miss spending time with you like this.”

You grin at him, suddenly feeling the weed in your eyes. “Me too. It’s been forever feels like…”

Kendrick takes the joint from your fingertips. “You’ve been too busy to hang out with me.”

“Me? I know you’re not talkin…” you snort as you snap your fingers in his face. He’s just as busy so he really has no room to talk.

He nearly chokes on his breath trying not to laugh. “Alright, but don’t act like I don’t try to kick it and you be blowing me off…”

You wave your hand through the foggy air. “No one’s blowin you off boy…”

“Mmmhmm…” Kendrick hands the joint back over, scooting so close your shoulders touch. You dart a slight glare down at his hand near your thigh as you take a long hit, ignoring his eyes scanning your profile. Can’t stop admiring the way your lips move. “Shall we revisit why you’ve been blowin me off?”

Stifling back a silly smile, you side eye him and shrug, “no,” then take another long drag.

Kendrick side eyes you right back and mutters, “too bad. I want to.”

You heave a dramatic exasperated sigh, try not to laugh in his face. He so fuckin would bring it up. And yeah, that’s lowkey the reason why you’d been ducking him but you don’t have to admit that. He’d caught you slippin once months ago, and was still trying to persuade you to fold. You didn’t want to ruin a stable relationship. Things had always been good between y’all. Not too flirty, or suggestive, just all around vibes and good times. Homies for real. Then late one night at a party, y’all were all alone and a little cross faded, laughing at absolutely nothing, grabbing and falling over each other. Dangerously close and loopy. And something…shifted. Your sultry bloodshot gazes met as your delirious giggling died. Y’all still don’t know what happened; without a moment to lose, his thick dick was in the palm of your hand and Kendrick was sloppily mauling your neck. If it wasn’t for someone busting in on y’all, it would have gone too far.

You guys always been great as friends. That night was a drunken mistake…that clearly made an impact on him because he was wiling to chase down that moment. Y’all may have been pretty wasted but he remembered how you felt pressed against the wall. How you sounded stroking his dick and grinding your eager hips into his. The hazy memory drove him so crazy he knew had to have you again. When you drew the line in the sand, he figured it was just going to take some time and some work before you two would have another chance like that. And he was going to wait. Kendrick had heard the friend speech then and he respected what you said, but you were in denial. It was easy to hide behind the fact that y’all were faded, but there was something really real. He needed you to realize what it is.

“We were fucked up.” You casually remind him as you pass the joint back over.

“So? We knew what we were doing.” He takes a contemplative minute to take a big hit then blows a stream of smoke up to the ceiling before glancing back at you with this devilish look in his bright eyes. “We should do it again.”

Before he turns the doorknob, Bucky takes a beat, debating if he should pick his chin up, put on like everything’s cool, or let her see the woe in his tired eyes. Something told him to stay home in bed with her today, and he should’ve gone with his gut. Could have avoided a whole ‘nother dramatic ass episode neither of them asked for. Bucky just wants to live in their world unbothered. Sighing out loudly, he lets himself in, so caught up in how he’s feeling he doesn’t notice the surprise waiting for him.

She calls out, “Mr. Barnes…” standing in the entry in one of his favorite lingerie sets and a crooked smirk. Bucky glances up to the sexy sound of her voice, and his eyes nearly bulge out of their sockets.

“Oh-oh shit…aaangel…” Bucky stutters, damn near stumbling over his feet just before he freezes, jaw dropped and instantly aroused. “Wh-wh-whaaa…”

She softly shakes her head, “shh…shh…” and calls him over with a curl of her finger, “just come here...”

Trying to resist a grin, Bucky curiously turns his chin, unbuttons the collar of his shirt as he takes his first step, following her command. “Yes boss.” His glare set on her body, his hand journeys down the front of his shirt, kicks off his shoes. Now this is a sweet distraction. No longer concerned about what transpired earlier, Bucky licks his lips, eager to taste her supple skin. She always knew what to do to make him feel better.

This Mickey joint is hittin bro…this one’s gonna be fun…