Trent opened his eyes to sunlight and the sound of something cooking in grease.
Bacon, he realized as he became more aware. He was in vague pain, and not particularly comfortable. Also, he wasn't in his bed.
He was…
On the couch. He became aware of Bea sitting next to him. He remembered most of last night, sitting down, listening to the rain, and at one point putting some pillows between their heads and the back of the couch for comfort, knowing all the while they really should be getting to bed, and then...nothing.
Apparently, they'd fallen asleep sitting there like that. Though he didn't remember getting the blanket that was draped over them.
"Mmm...what?" Bea muttered as she came awake next to him. "Oh, shit. I smell bacon. Why am I on the couch? Did we fall asleep fucking?"
"You're more tired than I am," Trent replied. "We were cuddling."
"Oh...right. That was nice." They both pulled the blanket away and got slowly to their feet, then spent a moment stretching and groaning.
"Morning, sleepy-heads," Ann called from the kitchen.
"Morning...uh, is Mae up?" Bea asked.
"As far as I know, she's still asleep...how are you doing?"
"Better," Bea replied after a bit.
They both followed the sound of Ann's voice and the smell of bacon to the kitchen, finding her in a t-shirt and a pair of panties in front of the stove, tending to bacon, eggs, and hashbrowns.
"Is that for all of us?" Bea asked.
"Yeah. Woke up actually feeling pretty good about an hour ago and decided to surprise everyone with breakfast. Since none of us drink or do anything beyond a bit of weed, no hangovers!"
"Thank you, Ann," Trent said.
"Yeah, for real, thanks. This is awesome," Bea said.
"I don't mind. Hopefully Mae will wake up while it's still relatively fresh. Also, I looked in the basement and wow, good job. It looks great down there."
"All Bea, I was just there for moral support," Trent replied.
"I...had to work some stuff out," Bea said. "Also, I'm going to take a shower. I smell fucking awful."
"Same, actually. Can I join you?" Trent asked.
A smile came onto Bea's face and she grabbed his wrist. "Actually, yes. The whole reason I wanted to leave the party was because I was horny, and that got completely derailed. And I'm horny again, so…" She began pulling him off towards the stairs.
"Be back in a bit!" Trent called.
"I'll be here!" Ann replied.
They hurried upstairs and once they were in the bathroom, quickly began to shed their clothes. Within sixty seconds, they were naked and pressing themselves against each other, kissing passionately under the shower. He felt his lust kickstart awake as he ran his hands over her smooth, slim, fit body, groping her perky, firm breasts. Felt one of her hands go between them and wrap around his erection, begin to slowly massage it.
Her message soon became clear: she didn't want to wait for the sex. She was horny enough right there.
The only question was: "How do you want it?"
"Up against the wall," she replied. She smirked. "If you think you can handle it."
"Oh you fucking asked for it, you goth slut," he growled at her.
Apparently, she really liked him calling her that while they were fucking around.
He picked her up and she wrapped her legs around him, the two of them making out intensely as the water cascaded down their nude bodies. Trent slipped right into her, right into that sweet perfection, that hot, tight wetness, and felt both their bodies respond viscerally to the penetration. Both of them moaned, and kept moaning as he started banging her up against the wall. He was exhausted from yesterday and not really getting great sleep on the couch, but all of that seemed to be pushed aside as he was juiced by his lust for her.
Trent felt himself descending into an almost animal state of horniness, spurred on by Bea's own intensely lusty state, the way she kept asking him to go harder, faster, with her voice and her body. The way she demanded it.
He was aware of her orgasming at one point as they fucked and kissed and held onto each other, and then it was happening again, and then he was cumming, and hard too. He shot his load into her, filling her up, hearing her moan and yell passionately as he pushed deep inside of her, felt her wrapping her arms and legs around him as he banged her against the wall and felt the totality of pleasure that was giving Bea a full-on creampie.
When he was finished, she put her legs back down and they stood there together, embracing each other still, foreheads together, eyes closed, panting.
They both became aware of the fact that they were no longer alone at about the same moment.
"Mae?" Bea asked.
"Sorry, I really had to pee," Mae replied from beyond the curtain.
"...at this point, it's whatever. Are you okay?" Bea asked.
"Mostly," Mae replied. "My brain's kinda fuzzy. I think I'm in recovery mode. The party was fun but, like, too much activity. Just wanna lay around. Not as bad as post-Longest Night, at least. Are you okay? I'm sorry I upset you, I didn't mean to. I kinda just lost it...my mental shields were down when the memory hit. I'm sorry I cry so often."
"We've all got a lot of things to cry about," Bea replied. "We shouldn't be sorry about it, I think. Although, like, fuck, Trent keeps needing to be there for us…"
"Do not feel bad for me," he said, "I'm in Heaven and I'm just glad I can be here for you."
Mae laughed. "You're like an emotional support boyfriend."
"Ugh, you kind of are," Bea muttered.
"Oh, should I feel bad about that?" Mae asked, suddenly pensive.
"No, don't feel bad about that. I don't feel like it's one-sided...I know there are people who become, like, dumpsters for other people, just because they'll listen. And people will unload all their negative emotions on them to make themselves feel better, and then not be available to that person when they need emotional support. But I don't feel neglected. I feel like you all listen to me when I have problems, just so we're clear on that," Trent replied.
"Okay, good," Mae said.
"If you're sure," Bea murmured, seemingly unconvinced.
"I'm sure," he replied, and gave her a hug and a kiss. "Trust me."
"I do."
"Can I have the shower?" Mae asked.
"Yeah," Bea said. "I'll finish up and you two can share it. Ann's making breakfast. Also, I have a present for you, as an 'I'm sorry' for making you cry."
"I told you, I forgive you...a present?" Mae asked.
"Yeah. It's in the basement."
"Cool! What is it!?"
"You'll see after your shower," Bea replied as she washed up. A few moments later, she was out and drying off, and Mae was hopping in. As soon as she was in, she hugged Trent.
"What's this for?" he asked.
"For being really sweet and taking care of me. I pass out so much when we're in the middle of something, and you drag my heavy ass up a whole flight of stairs to bed, and undress me, and tuck me in, and make sure I'm comfy. That's, like, a whole civic duty in relationship terms." She paused suddenly, pulling back, a look coming across her face.
"What?" he asked.
"Have you ever, like, fucked me after I passed out?" she asked.
"What?! No! Why?" Trent replied.
"I mean, I guess I figured we're dating, we're in love, we sleep together every night…"
"Yeah, but just because we're dating and in love and living together doesn't mean I've got a free, all access pass to your body," he replied.
"That is really refreshing, and relieving, to hear you say that," Bea said. "Not that I needed to hear you say it, just...it's nice to hear that kind of stuff out loud every now and then."
"But you do have an all access pass to my body if I say you do, right?" she asked.
"So...wait, are you saying you want me to fuck you in your sleep?" he replied.
"I mean...would that upset you?"
Trent wasn't sure how to respond to that.
"...would you guys think it's fucked up if I said the thought of you banging Mae while she's passed out really sounds hot? And yes I know it's basically a total contradiction of what I just said," Bea murmured.
"I mean, a lot of sexual fantasies are fucked up," Mae replied with a shrug. "Honestly, sometimes I think a fantasy is hotter because it's fucked up. I've watched some really, uh...violent porn. I mean it's not real, it's all actors and they're all into it, or at least consenting, and they're safe, but...mmm, it can be really hot...does that make me a shitty person?"
"No," Trent said. "Fantasies are fantasies. As long as you aren't hurting people and everyone gives consent, it should be fine." He thought about it. "So, do you like actually want me to fuck you in your sleep? Like for real?" he asked.
"Yeah...it's turning you on, isn't it?" Mae asked, smirking. She looked down before he could respond. "Wow, it is turning you on."
"Is he getting a hard-on?" Bea asked.
"Yeah he totally is!"
"I mean, maybe the idea is arousing," Trent admitted.
"Just so you know, it doesn't make you fucked up if you're into it. I think I saw a few studies that said forced sex is, like, the third most common fantasy. I mean as long as it's not real and there's no real danger and everyone is a consenting adult, like...it's fine, right?" Mae replied.
"Yeah," Trent said, "that tracks."
"And it's not even like violent roleplay...I used to watch some porn that this couple would make. The wife would get drunk or taking sleeping pills and pass out pretty hard, like me, and have her husband film himself fucking her in her sleep so she could watch the next day. It was, like...mmm. This is weird to talk about, but it was so mega hot." She paused, chewing on her lower lip for a moment, then refocused on him. "So should you fuck me in my sleep tonight?"
"I mean...so you're for real asking for this?" he replied.
"I'm for real asking for this. Also, you don't have to say yes. I mean you guys indulge my 'I love to watch' kink often enough as it is…"
"Um...how about we'll see how I feel about it?" he replied after a moment.
"If you do, can I watch?" Bea asked.
"This is really turning you on, huh?" he replied.
"Yes! I said that already. Don't shame me," she growled.
"Okay! I'm sorry. Just...that's interesting. And I don't care if Mae doesn't."
"You can watch me do anything but go to the bathroom," Mae replied.
"You literally just pissed in here while we were showering," Bea said as she finished drying off.
"Yeah but you weren't watching...were you?"
"No, I wasn't."
"So it isn't the same."
"Whatever. I'm getting dressed and eating breakfast. Then we can show you your present."
"Present! Yay!" Mae cried.
They finished showering pretty quickly after that, and after drying and dressing, headed downstairs.
"Morning, Selmers! Sorry I cried last night!" Mae said as she ran into the kitchen and gave her a quick kiss.
"It's fine, Mae, you don't have to apologize-and she's rushing off already," Ann said, laughing.
"Present!" Mae called.
"Don't fall down the stairs," Bea said mildly as she trailed after her.
"I thought you were getting breakfast," Trent said.
"I'd like to be there when she sees it."
"Same," he agreed.
They followed her downstairs into the basement, where she stopped at the foot of the stairs and marveled over it. "Whoa...you guys did this?"
"Bea did it," Trent replied. "I watched. She insisted on doing it alone."
"I wanted to get your space ready. If you want, I can help you move the desk down here. I guess we still need a TV…" Bea replied.
"Actually, I got a line on that," Trent said.
"You got a line on something, and I didn't?" Bea asked, arching an eyebrow. "I'm impressed."
"It was just Germ being helpful. They've got an old flat-screen that they don't mind selling off for a hundred bucks."
"Jeez, a hundred bucks...this is getting expensive," Mae groaned. "I swear," she said, turning around and facing him, solemn, "I'll pay you back for this."
"I'm not doing this to wring money out of you, Mae," Trent replied.
"I know, babe. But I just...it's my first goal. I want a goal."
"All right. Fair deal. I gotta go get it and the weed sometime soon anyway. Might as well be today."
"How's about we eat breakfast, and you and Ann head out to Germ's, while Mae and I haul the desk and chair and stuff down here and get it set up?" Bea suggested.
"This is so amazing, Bea. Like...it looks so good. It looks new," Mae murmured, marveling over the carpet.
"I'm glad you like it, Mae," she replied.
Mae turned around and wrapped Bea in a tight hug. "Thank you!"
"You're welcome," she said, laughing and hugging her back.
Mae released her and then bounded up the stairs. "Let's eat! I wanna get this set up!"
They followed after her once again.
"Are you doing all right?" Ann asked as they drove into the woods, towards Germ's place.
"I'll be okay," Trent replied, gripping the wheel with one hand while he used the other to massage his leg.
"You know you can ask me to do things, right? I would've driven if you'd asked," Ann said.
"I know. I wanted to drive, I was hoping it was gonna get better."
"You got shot, Trent. It's still not even fully healed, I think. You were up and walking around in the woods for like four hours last night, then you slept on the couch, and then you fucked Bea in the shower, I'm assuming standing up, given there's not really enough room for anything else in there. You need to give your leg a break," she replied.
"...yeah, I guess you've got a point. Aw man, yeah. I fucked her up against the wall, I guess I was supporting her weight with my legs through most of that…"
"Trent!"
"It was worth it, at least. We'll stop by the Snalcon on the way back and get some painkillers. Need to get another few twenty ounce bottles of Mule Blue for Bea, and some more Fiasco Lime for Mae, and whatever you want. Also, did you have a good time last night?" he asked.
"I did," Ann replied. She was silent for a long moment and he finally glanced over at her. She was staring at him like she was trying to figure out a math problem as they drove along the bumpy forest road. "What?" he asked.
"So...I'm a chill person, a background person. And it means I notice things, as I'm chilling in the background, because it's easy for people to forget I'm there. That used to bother me, but now that my love and social and even work life are all being satisfied to different degrees, I actually really like it. And what I've really noticed about you is...you worry over us, a lot."
"I mean, a lot has happened to worry about," he replied.
"Poor choice of words on my part, that isn't what I meant. I mean you're always trying to take care of us, and for awhile I just thought it was your personality. You strike me as a caretaker. You just naturally tend to people."
"...but?" he asked, because there was clearly a 'but' coming.
"But now, I'm beginning to wonder if maybe it's something more. Sometimes…"
"What?" he asked.
"I don't want to seem like an ungrateful bitch," she said.
"I won't think that, and you aren't that, Ann."
She sighed. "It seems a little manic, sometimes. Obsessive. Almost like you're...scared. That something bad will happen if you don't do it. And, please don't get me wrong, I really appreciate the attention. I know Bea and Mae do, like a lot. But they're both...they have their own issues. And I'm not saying I don't, but I think they're a little too wrapped up in their own issues to realize it. They've never had real relationships before. And I don't think they're knowingly taking advantage of you or anything. I'm just...worried. I don't want you to burn yourself out taking care of us."
"I think they might be more aware of it than you think," Trent replied. "I had a somewhat similar conversation with both Mae and Bea while I was in the shower. Mae called me an emotional support boyfriend and Bea felt bad about that."
"Huh...interesting." She shook her head. "I guess that's my bias...and fear. Sometimes it feels weird, dating you and Mae. Twenty feels like a long time ago."
"You aren't taking advantage of us, Ann," Trent said.
"I know, I know." She sighed. "I believe it, but I'm also worried it's a thing I have to sort of keep a check on...maybe I'm just being paranoid."
"Maybe a little," he said. "I feel like I'd pick up on it if you were showing any tendencies like that, but I know Bea would notice. I've seen the way she watches out for Mae. She's sharp as a razor and I feel like she's really attuned to stuff like that...okay, I'm just going to say it: you're being paranoid. I don't want to just outright dismiss you, but you've never even come close to, in any real way, manipulating us. You've been really honest and open."
"You're right," she said after a moment. "Thanks."
"You're welcome." He paused as they approached Germ's house and something occurred to him. "Uh, on being honest and open, I feel like I should share something with you."
"...kay. Now you're worrying me just a little," she replied, laughing.
"Just-I found out about a particular sexual fantasy Mae has while we were in the shower. It's the kind of fantasy that you, as someone who will be around and likely in the bedroom, shouldn't have, you know, sprung on you, so you don't freak out or anything."
"Oh man, what is it? Is it gross?" she asked.
"No." He considered it. "I mean, I don't think so."
"Just tell me."
"Mae wants me to fuck her in her sleep," Trent replied.
"Oh...that's a relief."
He laughed. "Why? What did you think it was?" he asked, parking the car near the base of the hill Germ's house was built onto.
"I don't know, something involving vomit, or other bodily fluids beyond, you know, the regular ones involved in sex. Yeah I mean that's fine, I won't object or anything. What you and Mae wanna do with or to each other is fine as long as everyone's consenting."
"Oh yeah, full consent from Mae. And Bea's really turned on by the idea. I am too...do you find that weird? Or bad?"
"Fantasies are fantasies," Ann replied with a shrug.
"Do you have any fantasies I can help with?"
She opened her mouth, then closed it, then looked out the window. "I'm still working that out. Not that I don't trust you or Mae or anything, I'm more just...figuring out how I feel about it. But I'll let you know."
"Okay, whenever you're ready," he replied.
"Thanks." She undid her seatbelt and kissed him. "Come on, let's go get the stuff."