Part: 1/5
Rating: M/NC-17
Pairing: Grant Gustin & OFC
Prompt: 'friends don't give friends several orgasms'.

I've been playing around with this for over six months, I've written a big chunk of it but I'm just trying to add slices here and there. It's kind of been my baby so I'm really happy to finally start posting it.

This will be a five part story, all with the basis of sex but with a running plot too.

I hope you enjoy this, if you do then please review! :)

Feel free to prompt me with anything at 'thmsgrntgstn' on tumblr, or drop me a PM on here.


The first time was an accident. I- I say it was an accident, although I'm not sure how I could willingly pass 'I just fell on my male friend's lap and magically got off without at least a shred of my consent and participation' off as a reasonable excuse. Seriously, who was I kidding? But it was an accident because it was with Grant. I definitely wouldn't have even dreamt of doing anything of the sort with him in a state of sobriety. We were close friends, and friends are where it stayed, and it always had.

I'd known Grant Gustin since I was seventeen; we'd both met at summer camp when I accidentally collided into him in the mess hall, knocking our trays of food all over us. I was absolutely mortified and would not stop my profuse apologies, I felt so awful that I'd ruined this stranger's plain white shirt. He simply laughed, telling me it was an accident and not to worry, we cleared our trays away and cleaned up the floor before walking off together in the direction of the cabins, chatting about our reasons for being at this camp. I found out he was musical; he had a passion for singing, although he wanted to pursue acting, and he basically wanted to enjoy his last summer before he attended Elon University next year. A seventeen year old Grant Gustin was one of my favourite memories, if I'd have known five years ago that he'd be my closest friend and that I'd be practically living with him, I'd be completely disbelieving. But now I'm in that position, I wouldn't change it for the world.

Grant had just received a call from his agent, telling him that he'd successfully landed the role of the new lead of the Warblers on that show, Glee. To say he was thrilled would be an understatement, we both were, he was finally getting his big break on television after all of his hard work , especially after his latest West Side Story revival tour which had kept him away for a year. But it all made my heart swell with pride; my best friend was living the life he'd so desperately wanted. In celebration we decided to have a night out, a few drinks at a low key club on the outskirts of the city alongside a few of our friends, it felt like our last chance, after Glee he'd be a recognised a lot more and things would change for sure.

It had been a casual affair, dress down, few drinks and time to make some hilarious memories with our friends while we could. Grant had arrived at my place early, neatly dressed in a chambray button down shirt loosely tucked into a pair of black jeans with a dark green button down jumper over the top. I, on the other hand, had on a red skater shirt with my West Side Story revival shirt tucked into it, a dark denim sleeveless jacket and a pair of Chelsea boots.

"Looking good Gustin." I smiled once I had opened the door and let the boy in, "Come in."

He stepped inside, grinning, his eyes crinkling with his smile. Grant wrapped an arm around my neck, hugging me excitedly, the other hand holding a bottle of Rosé.

"Not too bad yourself, Barnes. Nice shirt too." He laughed.

"I try, I try." Grant followed me into the kitchen, placing the bottle on the worktop and pulling two glasses from the cupboard to pour us a drink, "So how do you feel now that you're making it to television?"

"Electric, I can't believe it's happening, it's crazy."

"I know, I'm so proud of you."

"Come here," he outstretched his arms towards me, motioning for me to come closer. I wrapped my arms around him and tightly held him, "God, I've missed you Hanna."

"I've missed you too Thomas." I sighed, not realising just how hard life had been for the past year with him barely being here. His Off Broadway revival WSS tour had taken its toll on our friendship, he'd only been home a day and we hadn't had the chance to see each other but now everything felt right again.

I cleared my throat and pulled away, grabbing the wine and unscrewing the cap, pouring us a drink each. I handed one to Grant and smiled, "To the future and your career." I spoke, raising my glass.

"And yours too." We clinked our glass and took a gulp of the pink liquid.

We'd helped ourselves to another glass over the next half hour, draining the bottle as Grant told me all about the show and how the past couples of months had happened since I had last seen him. He'd refused to talk about it much whilst we spoke on the phone because he wanted to hear about how my life was going.

The doorbell loudly rang throughout the mellow atmosphere of my apartment, signalling the arrival of the rest of our party. I untangled my hand from Grants and stood, ruffling his hair as I passed on my way to the front door.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were trying to get me drunk Gustin." I spoke, a sultry tone slipping through due to my inebriation caused by the countless supply of beer and shot glasses I'd been handed by the other boy.

"I'm not confirming that fact, nor am I denying it." He smirked, resting his forehead against mine in the middle of a dancefloor in a sweaty club we'd stumbled upon whilst trailing the town.

"You're sexy when you're drunk." The seduction drained from my voice into something that resembled breathlessness. I wasn't one for drinking much, nor was I one for professing absurd comments to my best male friend. It would seem however, that Grant's ploy to get me drunk was succeeding, and boy would I regret accepting his offers.

"You're sexy always." I barely gave him time to complete the sentence before I push my face closer to his and attached our lips in milliseconds. Oh, so this is what kissing Grant feels like. Had I been sober I would have been ashamed but seeing as I was far from it, I was relishing in the feeling of our lips pressed together. Our tongues were messily colliding, tasting the others mouth as our teeth clanged. It was messy and desperate and a far cry from any kiss I'd shared before, but more importantly, something I hadn't even thought of doing with Grant since the first time I met him.

His hands were working around my body, one grabbing onto my waist and the other bunched into my hair to keep me close. God, if this hadn't been his plan all along then he was definitely prepared for this to happen. I thought as soon as I'd initiated the kiss, he'd sober a little and push me away, I know he hadn't been drinking all that much.

Struggling for breath, I pulled back, trying not to shrug off his hands that I so desperately wanted to keep touching me. "Holy cow." I uneasily exhaled, flabbergasted at what had just happened, sure our friends would say it was inevitable but we weren't a walking cliché and now we had become that.

"I have to say Hanna; I didn't think you had that in you." He lowly whispered in my ear, pausing to bite my earlobe which caused me to groan. My eyes caught the amused stares from our friends behind Grant, it would seem we'd been caught and I couldn't do anything but laugh it off. I was close to letting go of Grant when he took my head in his hands and hungrily kissed me again. Oh, that's how this is going to go. The DJ proceeded to play some dirty bump and grind song causing everyone to latch onto their partners and do some downright dirty things in a public place, but that in turn gave Grant and I the opportunity to let loose a little more and not fear about how it would be viewed. Not that we really would care anyway.

He inched his thigh between my legs, raising it to brush against my panties and smirking all the while. I gasped into his mouth, my body felt like a circuit being powered by his touch, every brush causing a fire inside me to rage until I was moaning in a crowded place like two-dollar whore. But even that thought couldn't pull me away from Grant's embrace, I needed his touch like I needed air, I needed a release and I was willing to bet he would be more than happy complying in finishing what he had started. I gasped unbearably as his hand cheekily found its way under my skirt, being as subtle as a squirrel on a fucking bike, but inebriation causes all of your inhibitions to dissipate and that was exactly what had happened. No one here knew us other than our friends and they wouldn't be likely to remember this in the morning.

I started grinding down on his thigh and hand, feeling heat spreading through me, dipping my fingers into the base of Grant's neck as I buried my face into his neck and mouthed at his collarbone. he took hold of one of my hand and placed it over his clothed cock, moving it to palm him roughly. Once he realised I had gotten the hint, he moved that his hand back to me, leaving me to press the heel of my palm in all the right placed, his deep groans pouring into my ears. If that didn't turn me on, I don't know what would. The pace of both of our hands increased, my teeth dug into his collarbone and his face buried into the crown of mine to hide our faces that were etched with ecstasy.

"Shit Grant, oh fuck.' I squeaked, moving closer and squeezing his cock through his jeans.

"Close Han."

Just a few seconds later the pair of us were screaming into each other's ears, although still drowned out from the pounding bass line, and let our orgasms wash over us. Our breathing was heavy and our faces were flushed, I had to look a his face, see if there was regret filling his eyes. Instead, all I saw was a beautiful smile, genuine and Grant. I shook my head and pulled on his hand to drag him from the club. We didn't speak of it after that, but somehow, I didn't think we'd need to.