Two Night Stand

AN: Based on the movie Two Night Stand. I haven't seen the whole thing but I love the premise and the only character I could think of was Reggie. I also cut out most of the filler in the movie (it's a great movie but I only wanted to write the main parts).

"Modern AU. You spend a night with Reggie after meeting online. Now snowed in at his apartment, there's only one thing left for you to do."

The room was dim, darkness meeting your vision as your eyes slowly fluttered open. A soft yawn escaped your lips as you stretched your arms above your head, rising to a seated position. One glance around the room told you that it was definitely not your bedroom. The dark grey curtains were drawn closed to block out the sun, dirty clothes littered the floor, condom wrappers stuffed into the trash can. A shudder wracked your body as you recalled the events from the night before.

Throwing off the smoke colored sheets, you leaned over the side of the bed to collect your clothes. You dressed as quickly as possible and slipped on your shoes before plucking your phone from where it sat on the bedside table and rising to your feet. Tip-toeing through the room, you carefully opened the door and crept out into the hallway. Before you could make it to the front door, an alarm sounded, urging the owner of the apartment to wake up.

You turned around in dread as the dark-haired boy occupying the other side of the bed stirred. He grunted softly, stretching and yawning as you had, before his eyes opened and he took in his surroundings. He raised an angled brow at the sight of you standing in the doorway.

"You leaving?" he asked, his voice gruff with fatigue.

"Uh, yeah," you murmured, shifting your weight back and forth between your legs uncomfortably. "Figured I should get home to my, uh… cat."

"Is that what you usually do?"

It was your turn to raise a brow. "Usually?"

He nodded. "Yeah. Do you usually just leave before your companion even wakes up?"

"You think I do this often enough that I have a routine?"

He shrugged. "Why not?"

You scoffed in offense. "Last night was my first one-night stand. I don't have a usual routine."

A chuckle fell from his lips. "Your first one-night stand? I didn't peg you as a good girl."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

He sat up, grey sheet falling to pool around his waist. You averted your eyes from his chiseled chest. "Who has their first one-night stand meeting a guy online? Don't you know how dangerous that is?"

You rolled your eyes. "You know what? I'm glad it was a one-night stand. Now I never have to see you again. You're an ass."

"Don't let the door hit your innocent butt on the way out," he called as you trudged down the hallway.

Upon reaching the front door, you grasped the handle and turned it violently. The door wouldn't budge. You shoved your entire weight against it, but it remained closed. Standing up on your toes, you saw a blanket of snow nearly as tall as you covering the ground outside, hiding your car and blocking the door.

"Fuck…" you groaned.

Footsteps sounded behind you, coming to a halt a few feet away. "I thought you were leaving."

You turned around with a glare. "Look outside."

The brunet moved to stand beside you, shoving all of his muscle against the plank of wood. He swore under his breath as he gazed out of the window, catching sight of the snowstorm that had occurred overnight.

"Looks like you're stuck here," he stated.

You groaned. "Great."

"I don't like it either," he scoffed. He headed back through his apartment and you reluctantly followed.

The rest of the day was a long, slow, painful nightmare. The guy you'd spent the night with, Reggie, continuously turned on the news channel, hoping for a scrap of a sign that the storm was letting up. No such luck. Every time he turned on the TV, the snow only seemed to be falling harder and faster.

"I'm starving," you murmured under your breath, curled up at one end of the couch.

"Go eat something, then," Reggie stated, not looking at you. You awkwardly shuffled into the kitchen and began rummaging through his fridge. You grunted at the amount of junk food and quick fixes that packed his pantry – you preferred proper cooking and real food.

After fixing a frozen pizza, you sat at the kitchen table by yourself and ate it. Once you were done, you washed the dishes you used and headed back into the living room. Reggie had turned off the TV and was now playing on his phone.

"Now there's nothing to do," you commented.

A smirk crossed his lips. "We could repeat last night."

Your jaw dropped to exhale a scoff. "Are you serious? You offend me this morning and call me a liar and now you think I'll have sex with you?"

He shrugged. "You enjoyed it last night."

"That was before I knew you," you grumbled. "You're an ass."

"Well, who knows when the storm will let up," Reggie countered. "We don't have much else to do. You'll come around."

It was well past nightfall when the subject was broached once more. You had to admit that the man sitting at the other end of the couch was attractive. Pouty lips and a chiseled jaw. Toned abs and muscular arms. But he was a jerk, and you wouldn't fall for his charming smile and soft voice.

"You know what?" he said after several long minutes of silence. "You weren't that good."

You raised a brow. "Excuse me?"

He shrugged. "Nothing to be ashamed of. You just don't know what guys like."

Anger bubbled inside you. "Well, you don't know what girls like."

He turned to you, raising a brow. "You sure about that?"

"Yeah, I am."

"You want to compare notes? I guarantee I'm better than you."

"Go for it, tough guy."

He stood from the couch and began pacing the room. "Okay. Let's go. For starters, you undress like you're in a hurry. You stood up and stripped everything down, facing away from me might I add. Guys like more of a show – a strip tease, if you will."

"You have a problem with how I undress?" you summarized, raising a brow.

"I'm not done," he stated. "What's with the lights off thing? Guys like screwing with the light on. We want to see who we're having sex with. Makes things a lot easier."

You rolled your eyes. "So lights on and a strip tease. My turn?"

He sat down on the couch with a nod. You stood, repeating his movement of pacing the room.

"Okay. Well, to start with, why do boys change their tactic when a girl is close. I told you I was close to coming while you were down there and you completely changed what you were doing and drove me further away from my orgasm."

"It was a finishing move," he shrugged. "It works with other girls."

You shook your head. "I don't believe that. Anyway, moving on."

"I have another point," Reggie stated, raising his hand. "What's with girls helping themselves? I'm supposed to be doing the pleasuring; why do you need to?"

Resisting a face-palm, you sat back down on the couch. "Okay. When a girl… helps herself… It's not a competition. For guys, friction is enough. It's different for girls. We have more places that need attention and guys don't notice that so we take care of it ourselves to make sure we come. God, what is the point of this discussion? We're just tearing each other down; that's not going to help the next guy or girl that comes along and it certainly isn't going to help us."

He hesitated before responding. "We could… try again. Like an experiment."

"What?"

"Look, we don't have feelings for each other, right?"

You nodded.

"So we have sex again, taking each other's notes into account, and make each other better. You know, for the next guy or girl that comes along."

You chewed your lower lip, running a hand through your hair. Your lower body was tingling at the thought. "Okay, fine."

Before he could respond, you stood. You slowly sauntered towards his bedroom, stripping along the way. As you left the living room, you shrugged out of your sweater, twisting your hips invitingly and seductively looking over your shoulder. Dropping the garment on the floor, you disappeared into his room.

"Wow," he whispered, jumping from the couch to follow you.

Once in his room, he backed you into a wall, pressing his lips to yours. He kissed you with bruising force, hands on your hips, your hands in his hair.

"That's a good start," you gasped between kissed. He smirked, backing up towards the bed. One glance behind him had you placing a hand on his chest to stop his movements.

"The messy bed thing," you stated, and he raised a brow in question. "It's lazy, like you don't care where you're fucking. Girls like cleanliness."

Reggie nodded, crawling over the bed and tucking in the sheets with superhuman speed. Once it was neat and tidy, he turned back to you. Before he could kiss you, you shoved him back onto the bed, smirking as he fell back.

"I like that," he murmured.

You grinned. "Good." You then stepped back and turned away. Inhaling deeply, your hands slid down your sides, clutching the hem of your tank top. You slowly tugged it up your body, rolling the fabric, revealing your torso inch by inch. You could feel Reggie's eyes on your figure as you pulled the shirt over your head, tossing it on the floor. Wiggling your hips to inaudible music, you unbuttoned your jeans and slid them down your legs, bending over with your ass facing your companion as you stepped out of the pants. Sweeping your locks over one shoulder to expose your back, you reached behind you to unclasp your bra, letting it fall from your shoulders. Your panties were last, and you wiggled out of them as you had with your jeans.

Completely bare, you turned back around, tilting your head innocently and resting your hands on your belly. You were pleased to see a significant bulge in Reggie's sweats as he stared at you like a hungry lion. He stood, standing before you and all but ripping his shirt off his head. He was quick to discard his sweats and boxers, both of you already barefoot, before his hands reached out for your hips. You met his lips in a hungry kiss, your arms wrapping around his shoulders. You shoved him back again, watching him scramble across the bed until he was in the center of it.

"My turn," he whispered as you straddled his lap. He flipped you over so that he was hovering above you, his hips spreading your legs. You bit your lips in anticipation, hoping he would take your notes to heart. Peppering kisses along your chest, he slid down your body until he was nestled between your legs. Keeping his eyes on you, his tongue dragged up your slit, slipping between your folds and just barely brushing your clit. You bit your lip to stifle a moan, hips twitching, desperate for more attention. His tongue swirled around your clit, circling it without touching it, watching your back arch and your head press back into the pillows. Your hands gripped the pillow as his tongue finally touched you, flicking across your clit with quick, short movements. You finally released a moan, and Reggie stopped holding back. His full lips pressed against your folds, sucking harshly on your clit. His hands secured your hips, keeping them from bucking up as he assaulted your clit. His movements grew faster as your moans grew louder, as though he was finally listening to your reactions. Your legs squeezed together, a signal that you were close, trying to close around his head. His hands spread your thighs, keeping them apart as his tongue darted in and out of your entrance.

"Fuck," you hissed. "I'm close."

His tongue returned to your clit, forcing himself to continue his earlier movements instead of trying something new. He swirled and flicked and sucked at your clit, pushing you over the edge. You came on his tongue with a loud moan on your lips, bucking your hips into his face.

"Shit," you exhaled as he crawled back up your body.

"Better?" he questioned.

"So much better."

As he kissed you, you pushed against his chest, flipping him over and straddling his hips. Your lips attached to his neck, nipping and sucking. You sucked a deep purple spot onto his skin where his neck matched his shoulder, smirking at the grunt that sounded in his throat. Sliding further down, you kissed along his torso, nipping at his skin. His body wiggled beneath yours as you decorated his muscles with your love bites.

You could feel his arousal poking your abdomen, so you rose up to a seated position, one leg on either side of Reggie's hips. His hands rested on your thighs, gripping your skin hard enough to leave light bruises. Your hands planted on his chest, raking your nails down his tanned skin. A grin split your lips at the red lines you left on his chest.

"Fuck, you're hot," he groaned, gazing up at you with lustful eyes. He lifted one arm to reach towards his nightstand, rummaging through the drawer in search of a new condom. Once he produced one, you took it, tearing the foil with your teeth. His eyes widened as you took the rubber from its packaging and rolled it onto his length, your fingers just barely brushing his skin. A low moan sounded in this throat as he stared at you, his eyes locked on your hands. Your hands returned to his chest as you lined yourself up with his arousal, sinking down in one swift movement. You moaned in unison at the filling sensation, lifting your hips and dropping back down again. His hands gripped your hips, guiding your movements as you ground against him. Though you were still overwhelmed by your first orgasm, you felt arousal slowly creeping through your body, readying you for another one.

You lifted your hands to hold back your hair as you built up speed, rising up and sinking down over and over. You alternated between that and rolling your hips forward, angling his length deeper inside you while rubbing your clit against his pelvis. The bed creaked beneath you as you rocked your hips faster, your knees digging into the mattress. Reggie bent his knees behind you, giving you something to balance on when you arched your back in pleasure. His soft groans beneath you spurred you on, enticing you to lift yourself nearly entirely off of his length before plummeting back down, hitting a deeper spot inside you. When you angled your hips, his arousal hit your g-spot and you moaned loudly, rolling your hips to hit that spot repeatedly.

"Fuck," Reggie moaned, his head falling back into the pillows. His eyes squeezed closed as his hands dug into your hips, nails scraping your skin in pleasure.

"There is it," he gasped, and you felt him release inside you. That was all you needed. With your clit rubbing against his skin and his arousal deep inside you, you came for the second time, your orgasm exploding around his length. Your hips slowed to a stop and you fell forward, resting your hands on his chest and panting for breath.

You lifted your hips to pull off of Reggie before collapsing beside him. He opened his arms to let you curl into him, nuzzling into his chest.

"Better?" you asked with a cheeky grin.

He exhaled a laugh. "So much better."