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The next morning Santiago woke up and noticed Brittany's absence immediately. The space beside him was cold, so she must have been up a while. His bones creaked as he stretched and he hummed in satisfaction having been cramped up all night on the tiny couch with Brittany.
He sat up slowly, blinking groggily a few times and searching the coffee table for his glasses. The blurry edges around the room sharpened when he put them on and he went to look for Brittany, finding her buttering some toast in the kitchen. She was still in her pajamas, her bare feet tapping away to a beat only she could hear.
He had a knot of apprehension in his stomach. He wanted to talk things out with her but he didn't know what the outcome would be. He hated the idea that they could fight again.
"I made you some toast." Brittany said when he moved to stand beside her.
"Thanks." He smiled hesitantly as he took a plate with two slices of toast, buttered just the way he liked and took a seat on one of the two dining chairs placed either side of a small, square table.
Brittany nodded her head in acknowledgment and took the seat across from him.
They ate their toast in without another word.
"We need to talk." He blurted when he couldn't take the suffocating silence any longer.
"Ok." She said while dusting some crumbs from the corners of her mouth.
"About last night." He added uselessly, what else did they need to talk about? The weather?
"I gathered." Her tone was hard to read, but she was fighting a smile, which gave him hope that things might not end in a screaming match.
"Well, I just want to start by telling you that I love you. I love you so much that it scares me and I can't even think about a life without you. And I understand that sometimes that makes me a little annoying because I get a little too protective and jealous but, Britt, I know that Lucy likes you. I know this and I don't think it's fair to me that you dance with her like that." He began, deciding it best to be completely honest.
"I know that you feel that way San, but she's my good friend and I don't like you assuming that there's something more between us just because we both like girls." Brittany straightened up, her face-hardening only slightly but enough that Santiago noticed.
"That's not what I'm saying. If she was a straight guy, I'd feel the same. I'm not saying this because she's a lesbian, I'm saying it because she clearly likes you." He pressed on, unwilling to back down.
"You never felt like this before when she was with Stacey, why the sudden change of opinion?" she crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow.
"I did feel like this before but she had a girlfriend and didn't dance all over you like a dog in fucking heat." His frustration levels were rising rapidly, how could she not get it?
"Oh, now you're just being ridiculous!" Brittany stood up and stormed off into their bedroom. Twice in two days he found himself alone in the kitchen as a result of an argument. This time, however, he was going to follow her.
He pushed the door to the bedroom open and saw Brittany lying face down on their unmade bed.
"Stop running away from me." He demanded angrily.
Brittany didn't answer and it was only then he noticed her body shaking slightly. She was crying and he felt terrible right away. His natural instincts took over and he crawled onto the bed, curling himself around her. She moved into her position as little spoon, and he kissed the back of her head.
"I didn't want to upset you baby." He whispered into her ear. She tried to catch her breath and hiccupped.
Realizing she wasn't going to answer, he continued.
"Imagine it was some girl and me? Or even if I was bi and it was Kurt? We're really close and apart from you, he's my closest friend but even I'd find it a little weird if he was all over me like that. Lucy gives me these looks like she knows what she's doing annoys me and I hate it because I see her running her hands over you and touching you in places that only I should be. I know you're not my property and I don't own you but I can't help it. All I'm asking is that maybe you just take a little step back and see things from my point of view." He spoke softly, while stroking her forearm that was laid out in front of her.
He waited patiently for her to reply, giving her time to digest what he had said.
"A girl from the studio told me to leave the dressing room yesterday because she was uncomfortable getting changed in front of me." She admitted quietly.
"What? Why didn't you tell me?" His stomach dropped at her revelation. She always told him everything, or so he thought. What kind of narrow-minded asshole would say that to her?
"I was ashamed. I felt like some sort of pervert. She's always making comments about me checking her out when I've never looked at her twice. It's not fair." Her voice was weak and a little hoarse from crying.
Anger flared through him but she took his hand and brought it to her lips for a kiss.
"Calm down." She instructed quietly, knowing his first reaction was to act out. He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, unclenching his hand that he hadn't even noticed had formed itself into a fist.
"She wishes someone like you would give her the time of day. That jealous bitch."
Brittany laughed and slapped his hand.
"San!" she admonished.
"I'm just saying." He shrugged, happy that he made her laugh.
"You're right though. About Lucy, I mean. I still don't think she likes me in that way but I should have been nicer to you about it. I was still upset over what Kelly said to me and I overreacted." She turned to face him and kissed his cheek. His hand rested just above her ass and he smiled.
"She's just a closed minded bigot. People like her belong in, like, a nunnery or something." He said seriously causing her to giggle again.
"What do we do, then?" she asked seriously once her giggles subsided.
"I think maybe if you kept your distance from her a little?" he suggested carefully.
"Like, not hang out anymore?" she furrowed her eyebrows and scrunched her nose up.
"No way, that's not what I mean. Just physically. Y'know? Hands where I can see 'em and all that." He elaborated and her face relaxed.
"Right. I can do that for sure. Hands visible at all times." She held her hands up playfully for him to see.
"It's not like I'm asking you to stop being her friend. I'd never do that. I'd just prefer if she wasn't allowed get that close to you" If he was totally honest, he'd tell her that sometimes he was terrified she would leave him for a girl, someone who could probably understand her better and give her things that he couldn't. But she didn't need to know that. Not right now. Not when some asshole named Kelly made her feel insecure about her sexuality.
"Where would you like my hands to be?" Brittany's expression turned naughty, her tongue stuck out from between her teeth.
"I can think of plenty of places." He pulled her closer and licked his lips.
"You're practically naked." She said it like she had just noticed. She ran her hands over his abs to the waistline of his boxers, "If I put my hands where I want them, I'm not sure you'd be able to see." She pulled the waistband and let it snap back against his skin.
"I think that'd be ok." He gulped, his mouth already dry.
"Are you sure?" She breathed onto his lips.
He nodded quickly before closing the distance and kissing her heatedly. She moaned into his mouth and he pushed his tongue through her slightly parted lips. His body was on fire and he mumbled a curse when Brittany grabbed his hardening cock and squeezed the base.
"I only ever want you, you know that right?" she panted heavily when she broke their kiss. It was like she had read his mind and was intent on easing his insecurities. She always knew the right thing to do or say.
He didn't answer so she squeezed him again, and pumped slowly.
"You know that?" She asked again.
"Uh huh." He eyed her lips hungrily, desperate to taste her again.
"The only person I ever want on me or in me is you." His cock was almost rock hard, so she pulled his boxers down and he kicked them off, prompting him to lie on his back, but instead of sitting on him like he expected she kneeled down by his shaft, her lips so close that it twitched in anticipation.
"I love you." She said before kissing the tip.
"I love you too." He grunted, his left hand pushed her hair from her face as she slowly took his fully hard member into her mouth and all the way down to the base and back up again.
"FUCK," he fought to keep his eyes open but he was losing himself in the pleasure overtaking his body.
Brittany swirled her tongue over the tip as her warm fingers wrapped around him and jerked him off. She guided him back into her hot mouth pushing herself all the way back down again, her throat contracting twice before pulling back and letting his cock fall from her lips with a smack against his stomach.
Without a word, she hastily removed her pajamas and swung her leg over his waist, her wet heat coating his dick, causing a long groan to tumble from his lips.
"Britt." He whispered to himself as she moved back and forth over him, his hands gripped her hips in an attempt to keep himself grounded.
She leaned down to kiss him. His body tingled everywhere, from his toes to his head.
"You're the only person who will ever satisfy me in every way." Brittany's breaths were ragged and urgent. He wanted to tell her the same thing but he couldn't speak so he just kissed her again. She pulled back, lifted herself up, took his throbbing cock in her hand and lowered herself down slowly onto him until she was sitting tight against him again. He felt her stretch to accommodate him and the soft whimper that left her made his eyes roll back in his head.
Brittany's breasts bounced as she built a rhythm for them, grinding up, down and in a circle, repeating the movements repeatedly. Her hands fell to his chest as she quickened her pace.
He watched in awe as his cock moved in an out of her, never tiring of the image.
Frustrated at not being in control, he stilled her hips. She tilted her head in confusion but instead of explaining, he flipped their positions so that he was on top.
Her hair splayed out on the pillow and she looked as beautiful as ever.
"You make me so happy." She smiled and he grinned back so wide that his dimples showed at her unexpected admission.
"You make me so happy." He mumbled into a kiss.
"It would make me even happier if you finish me off, you stud." She winked and patted his ass, so he started pumping in and out of her again. Faster and harder than before. Their moans filled the room as they lost themselves in the moment. Santiago was drenched in sweat, the muscles in his stomach and arms straining to keep up with the pace.
Brittany spread her legs wider and he moved deeper inside, her breaths were short and sporadic, her eyes closed and her body stilled suddenly. He hadn't realized how close she was and the increased tightness that engulfed him brought him to the peak as he tipped over the edge into pure ecstasy, releasing long spurts of come inside her. He distractedly placed kisses on her mouth and cheek, pumping a few more times until he emptied himself completely, collapsing in an exhausted, messy heap on top of her.
"That felt sooooo good." Brittany said after a long and comfortable silence.
"It always does." Santiago placed a kiss to her hard nipple.
"Hmmm, you're just so amazing in the sack." She teased playfully.
"I meant it always feels good for me too!" he defended realizing that he sounded like he was boasting, which he totally should be anyway. It always made him feel on top of the world when he made her come, knowing that he was the only person who had such a privilege.
"Even so, I suppose you are amazing in the sack. Lucky for me." She tapped his ass in signal to pull out, which he did reluctantly, "get ready for round two and meet me in the shower." She moved from the bed and threw a sexy wink over her shoulder.
He was ready in less than five minutes.