You are sweaty and disgusting, and you seriously thought that being captain of the Bellas would be a lot easier than this. Like, Aubrey made it seem so difficult because she was so uptight all the time, but you are slowly starting to appreciate the blonde a lot more.

You also kind of thought that being captain would get you out of cardio.

Apparently Chloe Beale had other plans.

So you're sweaty and you hate that you told your dad that you would see college through here at Barden because right now, you feel like you're about to die. You watch the rest of the Bellas drag themselves out of the auditorium as you try to muster the strength to pack up your laptop and whatever else you brought with you. Not that it matters. You are literally going to keel over soon.

"You alright there, Mitchell?" Chloe takes the seat next to you and nudges your elbow off of your knee.

"Death is near." You croak out.

"Stop being such a drama queen." She laughs and leans back in her seat, playing with the label on her water bottle. "Suck it up, Becs, we have to go all out to beat the Trebles again this year."

You groan because you know this. Regionals are coming up soon and pressure is building with everyone. You cannot let everyone down. They all put so much faith in you.

"Come on, let's go back to the house." Chloe stands and offers you her hand.

"I have to pack shit up." You put your hand in hers and let her pull you up to your feet.

"Yeah, well, you also have to shower." She puts your laptop into your bag and puts it over her shoulder, taking your hand again and pulling you outside. She locks up and you are really thankful that she stayed behind with you.

"Have you heard from Tom?" You ask as Chloe swings your hands back and forth.

"Yeah, he texted me a couple of days ago, but I blew him off." She shrugs.

"How come?" You look at her and see that she has very little to no feelings on the subject. That's cool, but she became your best friend pretty quickly and you need to make sure that she's okay.

"Becs, he blew me off for the last two months. Plus, it was getting pretty boring." She laughs. You don't think anything about it, because Chloe has always been pretty open about this kind of stuff. You make an effort to keep talking with her while you finish walking home. She knows you're trying at this 'being open' thing, and she shoots you a smile every so often.

Eventually you get home and you call dibs on the shower. Chloe tells you that she is more than happy to join you again to preserve water. She winks, and you're not really all that sure what to say but she shoves you towards the bathroom and you're not sure if you're relieved or not when she doesn't follow you.

You go up to your room and put on a zip up hoodie and a pair of sweats. Amy isn't there, but you see a note saying that she went out for a smoothie. You know that she's with Bumper. Everyone knows that she's with Bumper. You drop the note back on your bed and head to Chloe's room.

She's still in the shower, but it doesn't matter. This has kind of become a thing, where you hang out after practice and talk about things that need to happen so that the Bellas can be the best that they can be. You flop back onto her bed, your feet still touching the floor as you look up at the ceiling and wait for the redhead to finish up.

You're tired, and you ache, and this is kind of the last thing that you want to be doing right now, but you have to admit that you are kind of willing to endure it so that you can glimpse at Chloe in a towel.

It's not like you are perving on her.

Not completely.

It's just that, with your unique anatomy, it's not like you have people lining up to help you scratch certain itches, and eventually, your hand stops being satisfying enough.

And Chloe is gorgeous. Everyone knows that.

And she's 'pretty confident about all that', so like, one little look doesn't hurt anyone right?

But you feel like a creep, even though you know that Chloe would laugh at you if she ever found out and take it all in good spirit. It's not the point.

She's your best friend and you're totally objectifying her.

You hear the door open and close. Chloe is humming along to something and you don't really recognise the tune, but you like it. You move one hand to cradle your neck, letting her know silently that you are there, not like it stops her from dropping her towel. You hear it fall to the floor, and then you hear her open her closet. You look over at her while she is distracted, and quickly look away, chastising yourself over and over again.

You screw your eyes shut and wait to feel the dip in her bed when she joins you.

It doesn't come.

Instead, you feel her weight settle in your lap and your eyes immediately open and you gape at her. She leans forwards so that her arms support her weight on either side of your head.

You look up into piercing blues, and she is grinning. Mischief twinkles in those eyes and you bite your lip because you kind of have no idea what to do in this situation.

"I was thinking," She starts, and you don't know where to look or what to do with your hands.

"And your thinking led you to my lap?" You raise an eyebrow and try to sound a lot more confident in this moment than you feel.

"Kind of." She laughs and moves her hair from one shoulder to the other. It's still damp and you see a small wet patch on her t-shirt.

"Care to share then, Beale, or are you going to leave me hanging?" You move your hand that was across the bed to her forearm as the tone in the room shifts. You feel it happen in slow motion, like you know what she's about to say, and you don't mind at all. Your brain isn't hiding in it's awkward turtle shell for once in your life and you're just ready.

"How about we use each other to take the edge off?" She says it casually, like she hasn't just suggested that the two of you rub nasties for fun.

"How about, we are best friends and it would make things weird?" You answer, but your tone says challenge, not no.

"It's just one friend helping out another friend, Becs. Neither of us have someone else right now, so it's not a big deal." She moves back, allowing you to sit up.

"Don't you think that it'll be just a little awkward?" Your hands support your weight behind you as she starts playing with the zipper on your hoodie. You are more than aware that you're not wearing anything under it.

"It's only awkward if we let it be." Chloe smiles reassuringly at you and you know in that moment that you're going to agree.

"You're on birth control, right? Or do I need to get some condoms?" Her face lights up and something skitters in your chest, but you pay no attention to it. What you do pay attention to is Chloe's excited wriggling in your lap, rubbing against your slowly hardening dick because you really cannot be blamed for enjoying the thought of sleeping with Chloe.

"I actually have to pick up a new prescription tomorrow, so unless you have a condom, it'll have to wait a couple of days." You nod along because you have no idea how birth control works or the timings or whatever. You've never needed to know.

You do, however, have a condom in your wallet, but you don't want to seem too eager. At the same time, you don't want to seem like an asshole who would only want to have sex with Chloe without one because you're really not that person.

"I have one, but upstairs is so far away." She laughs and before you really know what is happening, she cups your jaw and draws you in for a kiss.

It's slow and Chloe takes her time getting you used to her kissing you before she tugs on your lower lip to make you open your mouth and let her in. Her tongue strokes across your lip and into your mouth just as slowly and you're kind of thankful for that because this is new to you.

Not the kissing.

Just that it's your best friend.

That it's Chloe.

That thought makes your dick twitch and you know that you need her not to put any more pressure on your lap or she will notice that you've got a semi, just at the thought of sex and that's kind of embarrassing.

She pulls back a little and your lips follow hers. Chloe smirks and connects your lips again, and this time it's your turn to explore her mouth. You take up the same casual pace that she had. She lets out a breathy sigh when you take a breath. Your hands move to her hips. She takes this as an invitation to grind down on your lap, causing you to moan into her mouth.

She giggles, fucking giggles, at your reaction and you want to die because you've never been one to be vocal during any kind of intimate thing and you just moaned.

"Are you sure you don't want to go get that condom?" Chloe asks, hand cupping your cheek still as her thumb strokes your skin. You fall backwards again and throw your arm over your head.

"I literally am about to have a raging erection if you do not get off of my lap right now, and if you think I'm leaving this room while my dick is hard and the rest of the Bellas are in the house, you have another thing coming." You rant because you're frustrated.

"So you'd have sex with the rest of them in the house, but running upstairs with a hard on is a no?" She laughs again, but you know it's not at you so that's okay.

"We all have limits, Beale." You grumble and feel her get off of your lap. You move your arm just in time to see her kneel on the floor in front of you. "What are you doing?" You ask when she reaches for the waist of your sweats.

"I'm helping you out." Chloe smiles and settles herself between your legs.

"Uh, no, you don't have to, Chlo." You stutter out, because you kinda can't believe this right now.

She puts her arm on your thigh and rests her head on it, looking up at you and trying to figure you out. You've seen that look on her face too many times now to not know what it means. Her eyebrow furrows a little and a tiny smirk pulls at the edges of her lips.

"If you don't want me to, Becs, I won't. But I want to do this for you so that you're more comfortable." It's not the first time that you've gotten hard around her, but it is the first time you've gotten hard because of her. It's also the first time that she's offered.

It's kind of impossible at this point to not notice the tent that has formed in the front of your sweats. You bite your lip and look at her for a few seconds before nodding. She grins and pulls her shirt off over her head before pulling your sweats down.

If you weren't worrying about how quickly you would blow your load, you would have noticed sooner that Chloe wasn't wearing a bra, or that her nipples looked incredibly hard. When you think back to this moment later, you will also realise that she took her shirt off to make you feel more comfortable about being exposed and your heart will threaten to swell out of your chest with affection for the woman who knows you better than anyone else.

You watch her face instead as she actually looks at your dick for the first time. Like, she's seen it before, but she wasn't looking at it then.

Her eyebrows raise in surprise and her lips part a little before she smirks. Her eyes flick up to yours before she reaches out and wraps her hand around it.

Your lip is still between your teeth, and you suck in a harsh breath at the first contact because it's been a long time since someone else touched your dick, and you kind of forgot what it was like. You feel it twitch and throb in Chloe's hand, which looks so small.

You are supporting your weight on your elbows as you watch her bring her mouth to the head of your dick. She takes her time exploring it with her tongue as she creates pressure by sucking. Your hands scrunch her sheets up with a lack of something to do. You have no idea if she's okay with you grabbing her hair or not and you're not really sure that that's something that you want to do.

She removes her mouth and kisses the thick vein that runs the length of your cock, sucking occasionally, and you know that you are probably going to die at the lips of Chloe Beale. Her thumb brushes over the tip and your hips jerk without your permission.

She looks up at you and smiles such a genuine smile that you feel that skittering in your chest again, but you're used to that happening sometimes around the redhead so you ignore it again.

Your breath comes out in a long sigh when she takes you in her mouth again, this time you wonder when she will stop. But she doesn't, not until her nose is an inch away from your stomach. She pauses for a second before you feel something in her throat squeeze your dick and holy shit you didn't even know that that was a thing that could happen. Your hand flies to your leg, catching yourself before you put it in her hair, and biting down so hard on your lip that you're sure it will be swollen.

"You can touch me, Becs," she tells you softly when she takes a breath, before going back to what she was doing. Tentatively, you put your hand on top of her head and thread your fingers through her soft hair.

Her head moves up and down on you and you could sob because it feels so damn good, and she does something with her tongue that is just all you can take.

Your hand tightens on her hair and you let out a squeak of her name. She looks up at you under her eyelashes and grins with your cock between her lips. Chloe takes your entire length in, her nose making contact with your stomach this time, and moans.

You try to push her head away when you feel yourself starting to cum but she holds tight and you end up cumming down her throat. You fall back against Chloe's bed and try to catch your breath as you feel your dick softening as she pulls it out of her mouth. She pulls your pants back up and you feel her body come to rest against your side.

You open your eyes and look at her smiling at you and pull her down to kiss her. When she pulls away, she is smiling even wider.

"What?" You ask her, fighting the tiredness that always follows an orgasm.

"Most guys don't like kissing after that." Chloe rests her hand on your stomach, and that's when you notice that she's still topless. Your brain tries to lock in the image.

"Well, you were good enough to put my dick in your mouth, the least I can do is kiss you when it's done." You explain and she kisses your cheek.

"Is that the attitude you take with everyone who sucks you off?"

"It would be if anyone had done that before." You snort a laugh. "Once people find out about my dick, they are either drunk and want to get straight to it, or don't really want to go down on it." You frown and Chloe obviously notices. She kisses you hard enough to stop your brain going down the track it was on.

"There's nothing wrong with you, or your anatomy, Becs." Her eyes lock with yours and you can't help but believe her.

"I'll go get that condom." You tell her, but she pulls you back down onto the bed.

"Just cuddle with me tonight?" She asks and that's nothing new.

"I thought you wanted-,"

"I did. I do. But I want to cuddle more." She scoots up to the pillows and taps the space next to her.

"If you're sure." You tell her and fall next to her. She has her head on your chest before you have even settled in properly. "But I'm not going to forget that I owe you one."

"Don't worry, Mitchell, I won't let you." Chloe tangles your legs and sighs. "Plus, I came when I was going down on you." She mumbles as she dozes off and you don't really know how to process that information because you didn't even notice. You play with her hair for a while before you disconnect yourself from her. You pull her comforter over her, sticking a post-it note to her forehead and make your way to your own room to work on some mixes.