#heidi-toevs

“Benny, you are literally the biggest slob.” You groaned, stacking up the plates on the coffee table. You took the plates to the sink and groaned when you saw it was overflowing as well.

“Sorry, the boys were over.” He replied, giving a noncommittal shrug. You started loading the dishwasher.

“Aren’t the ‘boys’ coming over tonight?” You wondered aloud, and he barked a laugh.

“Yeah, I’ve got the grill this month.” You gaped at him as he opened the fridge to grab a beer. “Oh, didya want one?” You nodded, and held your hand out expectantly, rolling your eyes. Sometimes the dynamic of the group confused the hell out of you.

He slipped you a cold one, after opening it for you, living with him had some perks: endless booze. And some of his friends weren’t too bad to look at, you admitted to yourself.

“Frankie coming out?” You asked, trying to keep it cool, as you took a sip. You had developed a small crush on the older guy, and didn’t mind that he spent a good deal of time hanging out here. Benny eyed you curiously, then groaned.

“Oh no, no way. You are not sleeping with Fish. Pope I almost expect, but Fish? No way.” You tried to calm the sudden heat in your face with another sip of beer.

“I don’t want to sleep with him.” You lied, barely containing your smile.

“Come on, there are so many dudes you could be into.” Benny whined.

“None that come right to me, though.” You laughed, and finished the dishes, ignoring Benny’s grumbling from behind you.

“You can’t be too mad at me, Ben. I got those steaks you love.” You teased and he shot you a pained expression.

“Listen, hun, it isn’t about you. Fish is just so damn sensitive, he’s probably already in love with you.” You laughed, uncomfortable. You’d never tell Benny that you would gladly take anything that Frankie offered.

A knock at the door interrupted the conversation, and Benny shot you a scalding look as he left to let the boys in. They seemingly travelled as a pack, because they all filed in and came straight to the kitchen to unload.

“I’ve got beer and tequila, Will brought the snacks, and Benny you fucking better have that meat.” Santiago announced as he stashed the beer into the fridge.

“I got it covered.” You told them, giving a small wave to the group. This had become a regular occurrence. More nights than not, the boys were here grilling out. Sometimes they took the grill to Will’s, but according to Benny, you and him had the better yard.

“Hey, I grabbed some fresh veggies at the farmer’s market today, mind if I wash them off in the sink before they go on the grill?” Frankie asked, gesturing to the sink behind you. You nodded, but didn’t realize you needed to move out of the way at first. He smiled at you, and your brain froze. It wasn’t until Benny told you to move that you did, apologizing all the way. Frankie laughed it off, but you were mortified.

“How about some shots?” Santi asked, reaching to grab the shot glasses. He passed them out, and toasted to something you couldn’t make out in spanish, but you threw back the shot. The tequila burned, but the magic worked and you were feeling more confident by the second.

“Your legs just keep getting longer, huh?” Santi joked, waggling his eyebrows at you. You laughed, and elbowed his ribs.

“Yours just keep getting shorter, bud.” He chuckled and poured you another shot. You took it quickly, before turning to see if Benny had started taking the food out to the grill. You lingered on Frankie, bent over the sink, scrubbing corn, his jeans tight on his ass. You felt your mouth water as you watched his broad shoulders move under the old t-shirt he had thrown on. You wanted to be that corn, his hands moving up and down your body.

Santi snapped in your ear, startling you out of your daze. He had followed your eyes, seen them blown wide with lust.

“Just tell him, kid. He’d be into it.” You glanced at Santi and he seemed sincere. You shook your head. You had never been that forward with anyone, and you weren’t likely to start now. You poured yourself another shot, slammed it, and then followed Benny outside to escape the stuffy kitchen.

You sat down heavily beside Will, watching Benny season the steaks and crank the grill up.

“You behaving?” Benny asked, without turning around.

“Shut up, Ben.” You snapped, the tequila warming your stomach.

“That’s a no, then.” He sighed, and you rolled your eyes.

“What could you possibly do?” Will asked, a twinkle of mischief in his eyes. You shrugged and chewed your thumb nail. He eyed Benny, who was more than happy to spill the dirt.

“She’s so into Fish. It sucks.” Benny told him, and Will laughed loudly.

“Shut up, you dork.” You grumbled.

“You’re the dork, dork. You like Fish.” Frankie cleared his throat as he and Santi approached, and your soul left you. Full stop. You actually died.

“Who doesn’t love a good piece of salmon?” Will asked, trying to smooth it out. Benny was having none of it, of course.

“Nah, I think she likes catfish.” Benny intoned, and that was it. You stood up and went inside. How could you hang out after that? If you weren’t three shots and a beer deep, you’d leave the whole house.

It wasn’t horrible. You did like Frankie, but damn if Benny wasn’t the most annoying little twat.

You groaned as the door opened behind you, and you took a quick shot.

“Fuck off, Benny.” The door clicked into place, and Frankie chuckled lowly.

“Can I stay?” You sighed at the rich baritone, and turned to face the music.

“Of course. Look, Ben is unwell. I’m surprised he hasn’t been tested.” You joked, before running a hand across your face. “No, I’m sorry. You’re probably uncomfortable, I can…” You paused, trying to think of anything that would help. “Shot?” You asked and he nodded, smiling. You both took one and he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

More alcohol wasn’t the answer to being super horny for your roommate's friend, turns out.

“Let me shoot straight, for a second,” He began. “I’d love to take you out sometime, just us.” You swallowed loudly, and crossed your arms, you were entering dangerous territory here.

“Really? Not because you feel bad about Benny?” You asked, eyes narrowed in suspicion.

“Of course, really. He’s an idiot. We can talk about it more later, yeah? Wanna just get back out there?” He asked, and you nodded. The weight falling from your chest was incredible.