an: Wow, it's Friday already! I don't have work tomorrow and I'm going out with friends tonight, so I'm in a pretty good mood, in spite of the fact that I've been going though a bit of a writer's block. Don't worry though, I'm still at least nine chapters ahead and have a pretty clear idea about how I want the story to end, so the updates are not gonna slow down.

This chapter is kind of a filler, a bit more happens in the next one and then there's a big, three part sequence. Also warning! smut ahead.


day eight

Austin strummed his guitar lightly, trying to make up a melody on the spot. He'd always been horrible at writing songs by himself, but felt Ally's presence at the foot of the bed to be somewhat inspiring. She was looking at him playfully, lying on her stomach, chin resting on her hands and legs rocking up and down. She'd put on his tee shirt with the excuse that her own clothes were too far away, and he hadn't protested one bit.

"You're really in love with that old thing, aren't you?" she asked in a teasing tone.

He looked at her without raising his head, a crooked smile curving his lips. "Yeah, I guess," he answered.

"You're a really good guitar player," she told him, tilting her head.

"Thanks," he laughed.

"I would know, I've been around guitars my whole life," she added.

Austin finally stopped playing to send her a funny look. It was the first reference to her dad's business she'd made since he'd met her.

"What?" she asked, eyebrows furrowed.

"Nothing," he shook his head, and went back to picking at the strings.

"Do you always play for the girls you sleep with?" she asked, after a while.

"Nope," he answered. "Do you ever play piano for the guys you sleep with?"

"I don't play piano for anyone ever. I have stage fright," she said, shrugging.

He stopped playing again. "Seriously?"

"Seriously."

He stared at her wordlessly. He couldn't imagine having a talent like hers and be too afraid not to keep it hidden. For him, performing had always been the best part of his job.

"Stop looking at me like that," she protested, after a while.

"I'm not looking at you in any way."

"Yes, you are. You're pitying me, and I would very much like you to stop, thank you."

She sat up and used the elastic band around her wrist to put her hair up in a messy bun, without looking at him. He didn't say anything, but kept watching her every move, trying hard not convey any emotion that would upset her further. When she was done, she crawled towards him and gently took Betsy from his hands to settle it down next to the bed. Then she kissed him, slowly and deeply.

It was the third time they'd met in secret and the first time they had before curfew. It was right after dinner, and most of the patients were taking part in the evening tennis tournament the nurses had organized. Dez had to defend his title, and Austin had stayed behind with an excuse and waited for Ally to come visit him instead. For the first time, she hadn't run away right after sex, and he was enjoying her company immensely.

She pushed him back against the pillow and settled on top of him. He didn't mind her weight, and rested his hands on her ass, grinding against her, quickly getting hard again.

"Easy, cowboy," she said, breaking the kiss. Her breath was already getting heavy. "I don't have another condom."

"How about we just hang around third base, then?" he smirked, and before she could say anything, he ran two fingers along her slit, over her panties. She hissed.

"O-okay," she managed to say, out of breath.

He sat up and kissed her again, hard, making sure to explore every angle of her mouth with his tongue, palming her sex in the meantime, until he could feel the fabric of her underwear getting damp. She moaned softly into his mouth, and he gently grabbed her shoulders and turned her around, so that her back was against his chest. He started placing hot kisses along the outline of her shoulder, while his left hand grabbed her breast under her—well, actually his—shirt, and his right sneaked under the elastic band of her panties to run along her slit once more, stopping to rub her clit in fast, circular motions. Ally arched her back, resting her head on the crook of his neck as she let out yet another long moan.

He smirked, pinching her nipple as he finally sneaked a single digit inside her, groaning when he felt just how wet she was. He curled his finger against her walls.

"God," she whined, her arm twisting to grab his neck.

He added a second finger and started pumping in and out, trying to find the movements she reacted to the most as he did.

"Deeper," she asked, huskily, and he complied, massaging her breast as he did so, taking immense pleasure in feeling her wither around his fingers. He started stimulating her clit with his thumb and she bucked her hips against him, breathing out his name over and over again. Hearing it escape her lips was better than any drug he'd ever experienced with. It drove him insane, sent chills down his spine. He could've gotten drunk on it and it would've been the best kind of intoxication.

She came around his fingers cursing way louder than she should have, but he didn't really care that much. He was too turned on to be worrying about the nurses rounding in the halls.

He pulled his fingers out and, when he was sure she was watching, tentatively licked them, causing her to roll her eyes.

"Could you be any more smug?" she asked in playful exasperation. Her voice was still shaky, and he took pride in that.

"Probably," he shrugged.

She shook her head and pushed him down. "Well, it's my turn now."

She hooked her fingers to the elastic band of his boxers and pulled them down, staring at his erection with dark, hungry eyes. She leaned in and curled her tongue around his dick in a way Austin hadn't thought could be humanly possible.

"Fuck," he moaned, head sinking into the pillow.

Her mouth was warm and inviting, and it took him all of his will power not to buck right into it. She kept licking him, adding a hand to stroke the base at a steady pace, and he closed his eyes, trying to focus on the sensation alone. Soon, a buzzing sound caught his ear. Ally's tongue left his dick.

"Wanna get that?" she asked.

He opened his eyes to find his phone buzzing from the nightstand. She, however, didn't wait for his answer as she took him into her mouth and started sucking lightly.

"I'm kind of busy, don't you think?" he managed to say, voice shaking.

He still checked caller ID. It was Kira. He declined the call and put his phone back.

"Fuck, yes—keep going," he groaned to Ally, who had now started to bob her head up and down.

She took his balls in her hand, and he swore again, calling her name. He didn't last much lunger after that. He came grunting, and she didn't pull away, emerging only after the pulsating heat of pleasure had subsided. She looked him in the eyes and licked her lips, which, if he hadn't just come, would've probably made him hard all over again. She pulled his boxers back on and dropped beside him, resting her head on his shoulders and sighing contently.

"I like third base," she hummed, making him chuckle.

She snuggled against him and he put and arm around her, enjoying the brand new closeness. It was crazy how, in spite of already having had sex with her multiple times, this was the most intimate he'd ever felt with her.

He tried to fight back the drowsiness lingering over his body, knowing the tennis tournament would be over fairly soon and not wanting to be asleep when she'd have to leave. She started tracing invisible patterns on his bare stomach with her fingers and he unsuccessfully tried to make out what she was drawing for a while, before settling on trying to match their breathing instead. Not before long, his phone started buzzing again.

"You should get that," said Ally, briefly kissing his chest.

"I don't want to," he protested.

"She'll worry."

He didn't ask how she knew that it was Kira who was calling, but focused on her insistent stare instead. No one in their right mind would ever urge the person they were sleeping with to answer a call from their girlfriend or boyfriend, but Ally didn't seem to care about it at all. Maybe he should've felt relief in knowing she didn't mind that he was cheating on someone when he was with her, but her indifference slightly hurt him instead.

He decided to answer the call, just because it meant he would stop thinking about it.

"Hey, Kira," he greeted, quietly.

"Hi babe, how are you?" she sounded cheerful from the other line, and a pang of guilt hit his stomach.

"I'm fine," he said, "you?"

"I'm good too! The girls and I are going to see Bruno Mars tomorrow and I'm trying to pick an outfit. Why didn't you answer before?"

"Oh, I was just—" he hesitated, tongue dry, "with a friend."

"I figured," she didn't sound suspicious, nor annoyed.

Ally kept drawing on his stomach, as if she wasn't listening to the conversation.

"I worked all day today in the studio with daddy's people. I've recorded two songs this week and they sound so good, I can't wait for you to hear them! Also, I wast talking with Trent and he asked me to sing the chorus for his next single! Daddy thinks it's an awesome idea and it's gonna be a great way to have people talking about me before I officially announce my own single. God, I'm sososo excited!"

As Kira kept rambling about her day, Ally finally got up and climbed off the bed to start picking up her clothes. She put her jean shorts on and pulled off the plain yellow tee shirt she'd borrowed from Austin, leaving it on his bed. He sat up as she was putting on her white top.

"You don't have to go," he whispered, covering his phone to make sure Kira didn't hear. She was still talking about her duet with T-Fame.

"Dez will be back soon," she pointed out. "It's fine, I'll see you tomorrow."

She smiled at him and headed for the door, waving in his direction just before closing it behind her. He dropped back against his pillow, groaning.

"I know, it's so hard to decide!" said Kira, misinterpreting his frustration. "I'll send you a pic for every option, so you can text me and tell me which one looks best, okay?"

"Sure," said Austin unenthusiastically.

"Alright, bye then. I'll call you earlier tomorrow because I'm gonna be at the concert."

"Fine."

"Love you!"

Austin felt pain in his gut once again. "Love you, too."


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