IF YOU WERE HERE
CHAPTER 7:
Home Alone
First, I wanted to thank everyone for reading and supporting "If You Were Here." It's awesome seeing all the Samcedes/Rileystreet Love. This is my first time shipping a RL couple and it's been fun. I love hearing from you guys and getting feedback – so don't be a stranger.
Second, shout-out to my gleeforum:RileyStreet folks! You keep me smiling and entertained. I blame all of you for my obsession!
The further adventures of our beloved Glee couple continue…Season Four is starting. After the hot elevator encounter – what other mischievous will they get into?
This time we get Chord's POV.
Chord was in bed that night, unfortunately alone. He liked the freedom of sleeping completely naked as he did now. Amber was in his bed in spirit, her sexual energy imprinted on him. In the dark, he looked up at the ceiling but really only saw the mental re-plays of what he'd done to Amber in the elevator. And what she'd done to him, to his body, to his heart.
Amber barely had enough time to smooth out her clothes and check her hair before their anxious team of publicists and managers descended on them in the lobby. Amber didn't dare look at him during the car ride. The others contributed her uncharacteristically quiet mood to the blackout and being stuck in the elevator. He couldn't help watching her every move and could barely stop himself from touching her. He distractingly rubbed his hands as he held back.
Finally, later, she gave him a deliberate and curious look, watching him through sexy lowered lashes as she listened to his conversation.
Chord was nonchalantly touching his fingers to his lips – the same fingers that had just been inside of her. The same fingers he'd used to bring her to an orgasm minutes before.
He could still smell her intoxicating scent and get traces of her special taste. She didn't turn away this time.
His strategy for getting Amber had been simple: Wait, Test, and Push. He had to wait for the right moments, test that it was okay to move forward or back away, and then push her boundaries a bit before her guard was completely back up again. He would never share this information with anyone. He didn't want to seem like a creeper, a stalker. It was all based on what he'd learned about her. She did not do anything she didn't want to do. He also realized that sometimes she held back from doing something she did want to do, for whatever reason. There was that moment of making her smile when she didn't expect to like something, like making-out in a semi-public place, for example. There was no way she would have done that on her own. This was all parts of what he loved about her though. She had class and respect.
It sure was fun corrupting her a bit, though.
In the car, there was room for her to move but she stayed close to him, pressed against his side, her thigh pinned against his. He slyly traced a finger along her outer thigh, and brushed her knees. He felt her body's reaction, her muscles tensing before she crossed her legs. It was hard to remain coherent with her so close to him.
He grabbed her hand, figuring the others would think he was just comforting her. She didn't let him hold it for long, but what she did next was a wonderful surprise. She planted her hand on his thigh, while still not looking at him. It was dark, so the others couldn't see. She slid her fingers along the inside of his thigh, lightly back and forth, always stopping before she got to his package. It was almost like a separate part of her was doing this, while the other Amber stayed in her calm, detached world.
Then she did it. He felt her lightly palming his now incredibly hard cock. She took in strong intact of breath as she felt how hard he was for her. The rest of her was still slightly turned away. Her publicist was on the other side of her talking about the 5 am set call they had the next morning, oblivious.
He had to close to his eyes. The rest of the world didn't exist, just Amber, Amber, Amber. And his cock in her hands.
When they dropped her off at her house he walked her to door, trying to hide is obvious excitement.
"I shouldn't have done that," she said when they were out of earshot. "I don't want to just tease you."
"Then don't. I'll tell them to go and I'll come in," his look told her exactly would other type of "cumming" he planned to do with her.
Jesus, she was beautiful in this light. He wanted to mess up her hair again, take off every stitch of clothing, moisten her naked skin with his tongue…
"I'm not ready. I don't even know what I'm doing," she said, interrupting his fantasy.
He wasn't really surprised, which helped him stay calm.
"I told you, I'm patient."
The kissed her quickly on the lips and was gone before she could react.
But he had finally been able to see that other side of her, another special part of her beauty. Actually, he'd mostly felt that side of her.
And now he was here alone, and horny as hell. Though he had kept one small memento, the panties he had graciously slid off her and kept.
The experience in the tight space of the elevator had been a delicious swirl of tastes, sounds and her decadent womanly scent. The feel of her hot wetness, the lust of her moaning into his chest and neck, and the feel of her curves and her breasts. He needed to be inside of her. It was no longer a want or wish. It was life or death at this point. To feel her, to really taste her, and not just from her juices on his fingers…
Between their frisky activity and his imagination, he had a hell of a lot of tension in his cock and balls to relieve. He went about the business of releasing the built-up frustration. He brought his hand to his wonderfully thick cock and began to tease himself a bit, thinking of Amber, imagining it was Amber. Imagining her hands on his hard cock, her tongue sliding along the head, teasing him mercilessly; her lips wrapped around him as her head moved up and down his shaft.
Did she do this? Think about him and she masturbated? The thought of her touching her own slit, and thinking of him while she did it, gave him an extra thrill. He began to furiously pumping his own prick.
Now, she was on top of him, her breasts at his mouth, like firm hanging grapes for the tasting.
"I'm going to fuck you senseless. Are you ready, big boy?"
She buried him up inside of her. So hot. Oh God, soo good, so hot, and so wet…Holy Fuck!
He was cumming incredibly hard, his hot cream splashing against his own belly as his whole body tensed up with release.
His heart pumped so hard it seemingly wanting to spring from his chest.
Yes. Amber was no longer someone he wanted or wished for. She was a necessity if he was going to have any peace.
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"Okay, guys. I know your personal lives are none of our business. But we do have to make one serious request," Brad F. was saying.
It was just the two of them in Brad's office.
Chord immediately looked at Amber, who sat next to him in the office. She looked scared and he was sure she had good reason to be. These emergency meetings were stressful because the cast never knew what was coming their way. He wanted to grab her hand, pull her close, just anything to touch her and make her feel better.
But he knew that would upset her. Until she communicated exactly what they were to each other, he would have to be cautious. She had let her guard down enough to let him finger-sex her, but the ball was in her court. If he was going to get anywhere with her, he would have to smart about his next moves.
"Is this bad news?" Chord asked.
"It depends on how you look at it," Brad replied.
"You guys are making him a regular cast member, right?" Amber directed, more than asked. "And you're not breaking up Mercedes and Sam? Right?"
"I cannot give information on the first question. But Mercedes and Sam - you have nothing to worry about! You will see that when I continue what I was saying."
Amber smiled, but gave Chord a look of solidarity. She knew he how badly he wanted to be a full-time cast member and he had earned it.
Brad continued. "Like I said, what you guys do in your spare time is none of our business. But an issue has come up."
Amber and Chord impatiently waited for him to get to the point.
"Look guys, we know. We all know."
"Know what?" Amber said.
Brad looked at her amused. "About you two…It's beautiful. And it's sort of my fault, in a way, for putting you two together. It happens - actors fall in love on screen and off…"
"We're not together," Amber replied, a little quickly.
"Not yet," Chord retorted, without looking at her.
Chord knew he couldn't take what she'd said personal, but his heart wasn't cooperating.
"I don't want your on-screen chemistry to be effected."
"It didn't seem to hurt Corey and Lea," Chord said.
"It's not easy for them. I have a surprise."
Brad reached into his desk drawer and pulled out copies of a new script.
"Page 40," he said as he handed Chord and Amber each a copy.
They quickly, eagerly read the pages for clues.
"Welcome kids to your first Mercedes and Sam love scene," Brad announced, proudly.
"Hell yeah!" Chord said, obviously happy.
"Oh. God," Amber said, obviously not as happy.
She kept reading:
INT. MERCEDES' HOUSE – HER BEDROOM – NIGHT
Mercedes and Sam are sitting on the floor, their backs against her bed. There are notebooks and pens on the floor around them. Sam is playing his GUITAR and SINGING a song for Mercedes. Mercedes is beaming. The song is sweet, but short…
MERCEDES
(happily)
You just came up with that?
SAM
It's easy when I have my inspiration right here. I'm so glad your home.
MERCEDES
Me too.
She kisses him, quickly. She takes a drink from a glass in her hand.
SAM
What do you wanna do now?
He puts his hand on her hand that is holding the glass.
MERCEDES
You want some?
(pause)
She holds up her glass. She's offering him a sip, and something that is not being said.
SAM
Of course.
He takes a big sip of her drink. Licks his lips. It's good.
MERCEDES
So you missed me?
SAM
More than I could explain. Many things I missed about you.
MERCEDES
Like, what?
SAM
Well…
Sam puts down his guitar. He is ready to get really comfortable.
SAM
Things like this…
He moves in closer to kiss her. Sweet at first, then heated…
SAM
When will your parents be back?
He begins to take off his shirt…
MERCEDES
(distracted)
Pretty soon. They practically smother me when I visit.
Sam begins to unbutton her shirt.
SAM
So…you don't mind if we…
MERCEDES
…Make it quick? Not at all.
She stopped reading at that point.
There was more but she was too scared to read further with Chord and Brad watching her.
"Can we get away with this?" She asked Brad.
"I hope so," Chord said.
"Chord!" She said, impatiently.
"We've done much more risqué things. I'm more concerned about you. Making you comfortable. Chord's a pro at this kind of thing."
"Yes. He's definitely a pro…" Amber said, before she could stop herself.
Brad gave her look she couldn't quite read and continued. "See, this thing between you two. Please tell me you haven't slept together?"
"No. Not at all!" Amber said.
"Unfortunately…"Chord added.
Brad did not look convinced. "Not that it's my business. But good. Let's keep it that way until you guys film this scene. I want to keep that sexual tension at the surface. It makes for a better scene. Eric agrees with me."
"Stolz is doing this one?" Chord said, happily.
"Hell, he asked specifically to do this one," Brad said, smiling.
An hour later, Amber was ineffectively threatening Chord.
"Stop laughing at me!" Amber begged Chord at lunch.
They were having sushi at Sweet Fish after the informative Brad F. meeting.
"I'm sorry but I can't help it. The way you're reacting is…just classic."
"I just didn't expect this. I mean this Mercedes. They've kept everything so tame and sweet. And now were doing a Marvin Gaye and getting' it on?"
"Well, in my head Mercedes and Sam have been gettin' it on already," Chord said. "They know each other biblically. Why are you so surprised? What do you think they've been doing all this time?"
Amber smiled. "Actually, I always thought Sam was my first…I mean, Mercedes' first."
That made Chord stop mid-chew. "Really? Tell me more."
A thoughtful smile curved her mouth. "She saved herself for someone she cared about, you know? For the right guy and the right moment."
Chord found this especially interesting. But, still…(Wait. Test. Push.)
(Test.)
"I think Sam would have loved for Mercedes to be his first too. I don't care about that strip-club business, or whatever. In my head, they were each other's first."
"Or, you are just saying that because you want to get into my pants," Amber said, smiling.
(Push.)
"But I already..." He began, then leaned in closer and whispered. "I've already gotten into those silky panties. In fact, I still have them."
Instead of getting offended, she met him with a knowing smile.
"Give me drawers back! I thought I left them in the elevator!"
"No. I own them now. And I cherished every moment of the elevator ride"
"That was…pretty, "she swallowed her, as she tried to find the right word. "Hot."
He loved how her face softened when she talked about anything sexual. She had a look of bold shyness – like she dared him to push her further. But he decided to hold back.
(Wait.)
"This is your first time doing this kind of thing on camera. I get it," he said. "Just about everyone gets nervous. You know actors. We have to act confident all the time."
"I know, I know…I guess Mercedes is going to place she's never gone before. At least on-camera."
(Test.)
"And she has Sam," Chord said. "Sweet, awesome Sam. And you have me. Sweet, awesome Chord."
(Push.)
He reached for her hand and gave it a soft squeeze, enjoying her soft skin against his palm.
"I'm grateful. I give you a hard time…"
(Push. Push. Push.)
"Everyday. More than you know…"
"Chord…"
"Amber…"
"I am grateful that you're with me in this new adventure."
"That's nice. I think you should express that gratitude by giving me a kiss."
"No!" She protested, giggling.
"Come on, a little peck on the cheek…" Chord said, tapping the side of his face for emphasis.
"Give me my panties and I'll give you a kiss."
"Deal."
For the smallest of seconds he thought she would actually do it…
"We really should save it for Sam and Mercedes," She said, but her look held a challenge.
As if on cue, one of their duets began to play in the restaurant. But it wasn't just any duet…
"That's the…"
"…break-up song we made for E – the ex?"
"We made? You made and roped me into…"
"Whatever. Why…How are they playing it?"
Chord got out his trusty iPhone and did some digging.
"It's on iTunes. We're number 8 on the charts."
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(to be continued…)
