California

There was a loud pounding on Sam’s apartment door, making both of us look up. He put down the plastic spatula that he had been using to fry some bacon for breakfast. I stared numbly at the wall in front of me, not bothering to look to see who it was.

“Is she here?” I was shocked to hear Mikey’s voice fill the apartment. I turned around in my chair to glance around the wall that partially separated the comfy kitchen area from the front door. Sam nodded and stepped aside, allowing him to enter. The second he saw me, his face filled with rage. “What the hell is wrong with you?!” Sam’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, while I glowered.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” I challenged and stood up from the small table.

“You left without telling me! I woke up and had no idea where you were!”

“Well, it wasn’t exactly like you were in a talking mood.” He clenched his jaw as he stared me down. Sam looked between us uncomfortably before muttering something and retreating to his room.

“I was worried about you,” Mikey said finally, his face softening. I was still furious with him, though I was just as angry with myself.

I look a deep breath and sighed. “I’m sorry, but I didn’t think you wanted me around after last night.”

“Of course I do, it’s just…” he trailed off and ran his fingers through his disheveled hair. He paced in front of me for several seconds before finally facing me. “Don’t ever think that I’d make you leave just because of a fight, no matter how bad it is. Okay? I had no idea where you were. I thought you might’ve gone back to tour early.”

“Okay,” I agreed quietly.

He sighed and took in my untidy appearance. Last night I had left without my clothes, since they were all in his room that he’d barricaded himself in. Sam let me borrow some of his to sleep in, despite the fact I spent the entire night tossing and turning on the couch. “I’m sorry,” he said quietly. Sincerity poured from his deep brown eyes. “I should have talked to you about it before I said anything. I just didn’t think it would freak you out so much.”

“I’m sorry, too.” I reached out and grabbed his hand in mine. “I admit that it did freak me out a little. Regardless of that, I had no excuse to talk to you the way I did.”

“Do you mind if I ask why it freaks you out so much?”

I sighed and brushed my bangs out of my face. “I’ve never had a boyfriend who expressed a genuine interest in a future with me. And to be perfectly honest, none of them were exactly husband material, so I never gave it much of a thought either. Whenever I’ve thought about my future, I never really pictured anything more than being on tour with the guys.”

“I didn’t mean to freak you out.”

I nodded and smiled softly. “I know, but I didn’t need to communicate it by screaming at you until my lungs burned.”

“Neither did I.” He returned the smile. He stepped closer to me at ran his thumb across my cheek. “Are we good now?”

“We’re good,” I confirmed. I lifted myself off the ground by my tip toes and pressed our lips together softly. We pulled apart and he hugged me close. “You know…” I began.

“Hmmm?”

“I didn’t get a lot of sleep last night because my mind would not shut up.”

“And?” He questioned.

I shrugged. “My mind wandered down the path of the future, and if there’s anyone I want a life with, it’s you.” He beamed at me and placed a kiss on my forehead.

“Good to know.”

“Can I come out now?” Sam whined from the other side of the door, making us chuckle.

“Yeah, come on,” I yelled. He emerged and grinned at us.

“So, you made up then?” Mikey nodded and his grin widened.

“You want some bacon, mate?” Sam questioned, going back over to the pan to make sure the bacon was done.

“Yeah, sure.” Mikey opened the cabinet and handed him three plates before digging some silverware out of the drawer next to the sink. He handed a fork to me as I grabbed the plate full of bacon from Sam. I set my plate on the small black coffee table in the front room. I went back into the kitchen and started pouring us all cups of orange juice.

“Did you only make bacon?” Mikey questioned as they followed me into the front room.

“What else do you need?” Sam said with a mouth full of bacon. Mikey chuckled and sat down next to me, electricity tingling my body as our thighs touched. He smirked at me as Sam fiddled with the remote, scrolling through Netflix. He settled upon Parks and Recreation and the episode with the model UN filled the screen. He nearly inhaled his plate, finishing within the first five minutes of the episode. Mikey and I shared a knowing glance as we continued to eat at a normal pace.

As I finished the last bite with a crunch, the credits filled the screen. Mikey giggled and pointed towards Sam, who had managed to fall asleep sitting up. His mouth was agape and a small trickle of drool flowed from his mouth. “We should probably get going,” I whispered. He nodded and got up to turn off the television while I cleared everyone’s dishes as silently as possible.
I slipped on my shoes and grabbed my phone, following Mikey out. I closed the door quietly, and grabbed Mikey’s hand as we walked down the rickety metal staircase to the parking lot. He led me to his dirty blue car and opened the door for me. I slid in and an idea sprung to mind as he climbed in. He attempted to start the car, but I reached out and stopped him.

“What?” he asked in confusion. I grinned at him wickedly before aggressively connecting our lips. He was surprised but reciprocated, his hands pressing against my back. I slid my tongue against his and tugged on his hair before moving my lips to his jaw and down his neck. I placed my hand over his lap and rubbed slowly, making him moan in surprise and pull back. “What are you doing?” he asked breathlessly, looking around to make sure we were alone in the parking lot.

I grinned. “I have to leave tomorrow. Might as well make the best of it.” I placed my lips back on his neck, sucking and biting gently, trying to make a mark.

I climbed over the center console and straddled him, moving my hips against his. My hands traveled up his shirt and felt along his chest. His breathing was heavy as I grabbed the handle on the side of the seat, sliding it as far back as it would allow. I slowly climbed down him, sitting on the floor between his knees and the dashboard. I watched him look around nervously again and smirked as I began unzipping his pants. I slid them down to his knees and kissed along his thighs.

“I don’t know if we should be- holy shit,” he moaned as I wrapped my lips around his erection. I glanced up at him to see his head thrown back and his eyes closed tightly. I used one of my hands to rub his stomach under his shirt. The other one gently grazed the insides of his thighs as I swirled my tongue around. His hands tangled in my hair, pulling gently. I took that as an indication to keep going and picked up my pace. I retracted the hand from his stomach to graze him where my mouth couldn’t reach. I moved my head faster, making sure the second my mouth wasn’t there that my hand immediately took its place.

The sounds of him moaning above me made me warm with excitement. He tensed up beneath me and I knew he was close. I slid my tongue along his length quickly, making him pull my hair forcefully. His breathing was ragged as he came into my mouth. I used my hand to keep pumping him as he rode out his high. I swallowed and glanced at him, seeing him staring at me, his eyes clouded in lust. I smirked at him and pulled his pants back up to his hips. He pulled me up to him and kissed me gently. He pulled away and smirked at me. “And you tell people I’m a freak.”

I blushed and took my place in the passenger seat. “Shut up and drive.”

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