The venom off of Nick's words scares you, as you have never heard him speak like that.
"What the fuck is she doing here?" You hear him; Nick is normally the sensitive one, not the one to hate. Well you are not really sure if he does hate you.
Joe pushes him into the kitchen and says that he'll be back in a minute. You can't help but put your ear against the door to see if you can't hear anything, you can vaguely hear them.
"What is she doing here Joe, you said it had stopped?" Nick says, shocking you, it had never stopped.
"I can't fucking stay away from her Nick, I-I think I'm..." Joe says and your eyes widen and you press your ear closer to the door, even if that's possible.
"Don't say it Joe, you can't," Nick says, you have no idea what they are talking about. But, you know it's about you, at least.
"And who says I can't, huh, Nick? Because I fucking am, and I don't want to stop either." Joe says, getting angry with Nick; you want to know what they're talking about.
"Well you better stop fucking falling for her Joe, everyone will be against it, you know that." Your eyes widen, and you start to back away from the door. You lose your balance and soon trip over your own feet. You look up quickly, looking to see if they had noticed, apparently fate with being a bitch, because both were out of the door, looking at you. You blush lightly, as you have just been caught red handed.
"How much did that you hear Mace?" You hear Joe, but you refuse to even look at him as you mumble out.
"Most of it," You replied, looking anywhere but Nick, and Joe. You stand up and grab your overnight bag and go to run for the stairs, but Joe blocks your way. You try and push him out of the way but he's too strong for you, and you just end up puffing out a breath of air.
"Joe, move," You say sternly, but he only shakes his head.
"We need to talk Mace. Nick, leave, I'll call you later, okay?" Nick nods his head, and you are scared as he walks out of the front door. It's absurd to be scared, right? A man only likes you. Okay, so maybe it's a boy you've been fucking for the last couple of months. But, for some reason, butterflies are exploding in your stomach. You slowly make your way back to the couch, and sit yourself down, waiting for Joe.
You feel the couch dip again, just like when you first come here. You suck in a sharp in-take of breath, and hold it for moment before blowing it out, life officially sucks you think to yourself. You turn to look at Joe, and you realize he is already looking at you. You close your eyes for a brief moment.
"Mace I- " He can't even get it out, is that how much he repulsed by having a stupid crush on you?
"You what Joe, like me?" You ask angrily.
"No, Macy, I think, I think I-I think I love you," Your mouth widens and you think your eyes just popped out of their sockets.
"No, you can't, it's absurd," You are cut off as you feel his lips on yours making your rant over. He tongue soon finds the insides of your mouth, and you can't help but moan. You feel his lips roughly attack your neck, you lean your head back for him to get more access, he sucks on a certain spot, and you pretty sure that he's left a mark.
His hands run over your breasts and down to the hem of your shirt, you feel his hands run under your shirt, and he grabs your hips and squeezes them light before bringing them back up to your chest, he squeezes your right boob, and your eyes widen. You soon relax as he starts to suck on a spot between your breasts. You moan again, but louder. You feel him smirk against your skin. You move your hands down to the hem of his shirt. You pull it up and over his head, throwing it onto the floor.
Your hands automatically go down his chest, your hands slowly move down to undo his pants, and you undo his belt first and push down his jeans. You push his pants all the way off so he just left in his underwear.
"Now it's time to get your clothes off," He says before reaching for your shirt and pulling it over your head, just like your own actions earlier. You soon, are only left in your underwear.
"Take me upstairs, it doesn't feel right down here." You say, as he laughs at you, before picking you up and taking you up to his bedroom.
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The next morning you wake up groaning as the light from the real word comes through the window, and shines straight into your eyes. You feel like screaming at it to go away, but you know that would be stupid, as nature doesn't go away on command. Stupid nature.
You hear a groan next to you, making you realize you are not alone. The memories of last night come back to you, and you can't help but smile. Last night was different, it weren't rough sex like it is normally, it gentle and loving, something you've never experienced until then. The knots in your stomach are back as he pulls you towards him; you snuggle into him, and realize something as well, you are in love with him just as much as he is in love with you. You have to tell him. Your hands play with his chest for a moment, before you go to move. But just like yesterday, he doesn't let you; you sigh contently and lean back into him.
Your eyes meet with his and your hand moves to his cheek and you softly stroke it, you feel him lean into you. You sigh again, but not in a stressed out kind-of way, in a good way.
"Last night was different," He speaks gently. "A good different," He quickly adds, you nod at him.
"I love you Mace, and I know you don't love me, but I just had to say it, it feels so good to say it to you." Joe says, and you stare at him quite blankly.
"Joe, I think I love you to, if this is what those butterflies are at the bottom of my stomach, and my heart speeds up every time I see you, if that isn't love, then I don't know what is." You reply to him, truthfully.
His lips soon find yours again, making you feel like you're on cloud nine. Just like it has many times before.
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So, that's who it is. Joe. I think there's going to be one more chapter to this, a three-shot. Or, this could be more than that, just a bunch of hate from people heading their way. Honestly, it's up to you what I do with this.
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