"Wild Night"
Rated M
Fandom: Total Drama series
Pairing: Trent/Lindsay, Justin/Heather (those two will be the main focus, but there will also be Trent/Heather and Justin/Lindsay)
Characters: Trent/Lindsay/Justin/Heather
Summary: Lindsay is being given a welcome home party thrown to her thanks to her friends Trent, Justin and Heather and now they want to share this special occasion. But in the most unbelievable way that neither guest will expect. Title inspired by the John Mellencamp song.
Disclaimer: Yep, nothing to see here except for the fact that the entire Total Drama series is owned by the combined threesome of FreshTV, Jennifer Pertsch and Tom McGillis. The only thing I do own by the way is this fanfic and nothing but this fanfic only, so we can leave it at that. Since I'm in a fanon kind of mood, here's a little multi-chapter fic I thought of myself not too long ago featuring two of my favorite fanon couples in the series, Trent/Lindsay and Justin/Heather. So if you love yourself some of the hot sweet fanon and all, do yourself a favor, grab some of the delicious Doritos you can find, sip on some of that sweet iced latte and enjoy everyone.
Disclaimer 2: I also do not own Total Drama as well. Kinda figured I'd put that in there just in case I forgot already. #OOF
Chapter 1: The Welcome Home Party
The sound of a gray Aston Martin was running smoothly along a good Toronto highway, set to the sound of "Tom Sawyer" of Rush playing inside a brilliant high-tech car stereo. That car stereo belonged to none other than the person who was driving the vehicle in the first place, Trent, who briefly opened up his car window to feel the breeze blowing all throughout his face. However, this wasn't any long drive he was taking though as Trent was driving over to the city's international airport. For some whatever reason, he managed to get in touch with an old teammate of his at Camp Wawanakwa, who strangely enough was flying to Toronto for an important task on his/her mind. Trent no doubt felt quite excited to meet up with old friends yet again.
That kind of excitement would only be short-lived though as Trent found himself being cut off by the sound of his car phone ringing all around him. He quickly pressed on the phone signal upon the touch screen to answer the call right away.
"Yo, what's up?" Trent asked.
"Hey Trent, figured I'd call you up to get an opinion on something." The caller said, revealing to be his room-mate and friend back at Total Drama Island, Justin.
"What's that?"
"What sounds good to you, chicken cacciatore or chicken alfredo?" The male model asked Trent, "I can't decide which one I want to cook for our little double date we're having."
Trent took himself a few seconds to decide before saying, "I'm in a bit of a cacciatore kind of mood, so go with that."
"Thanks, it's just what I needed." Justin nodded, "Hard to believe it's been quite a while between you and her."
Trent smirked out, "Ah, you have no idea. It's been a while since Lindsay and I have seen each other. Can't even imagine the nights I had to go without her thanks to that modeling job of hers."
"Well, it's a good thing you two are gonna reunite over my tasty cacciatore and whatnot." Justin smirked back, "Had to make it low sodium for her since I'd figured that's how she'd like it."
"Thank goodness for that, I swear too much salt is just too much for her." Trent nodded with such optimism. "Anyway, I'm close to the airport. I'll talk to you soon once I get back."
"Later, dude." The model replied, hanging on Trent right away.
It wouldn't be long before Trent had finally made it to the airport, right at the same time that the plane that had Trent's guest inside came down the runway. Without no time to spare, Trent went inside and rushed right to the airport gate, waiting patiently for his guest to arrive through the airport terminal.
The waiting would at least last for several minutes before Trent's eyes locked into an attractive woman with long blonde hair, big blue eyes, long silk-like legs, red high heels and a short satin red dress that hugged her delectable curves alongside the amazing cleavage that her dress was holding up. Not to mention a centerfold body that would leave any Playboy Playmate or Penthouse Pet in the dust.
Trent immediately knew who this woman was just by the sound of his lips, "Lindsay!"
"Oh, Travis, hi!" Lindsay said with glee, all before running over to hug him tightly. No doubt it was the same old Lindsay, even though she still forgot his name and all. She kept on hugging him tightly before breaking the hug off to face Trent head-on with a smile, "Look at you, you look great!"
"I appreciate it," Trent chuckled before reminding her carefully, "Oh, and it's Trent by the way."
"Oh, of course! No wonder it's hard enough for me to remember." Lindsay chuckled, bopping her own forehead playfully, "Anyway, let's get my luggage. We can talk on our way to the car."
The two nodded right away before Lindsay got to the baggage section of the airport, where she picked up a big briefcase that looked like a big shade of bubblegum pink with cute cat stickers, most of them showing Morgana from "Persona 5" of course.
"Huh, I never really knew you were into Morgana from Persona 5." Trent chuckled a bit.
"Oh, I'm not." Lindsay chuckled back, "I just thought it looked cute for a big-headed kitty and so, that's how I got it to decorate my luggage!"
"Had to ask." Trent replied as he rolled his eyes.
The newfound couple, who of course had been dating for a good three years now, finally stepped out of the airport leaving Trent to open up the trunk of his Aston Martin. Lindsay then proceeded to put her big briefcase in without any assistance from Trent and shut the trunk herself before joining him at the passenger's side, putting her seatbelt on and watching as Trent put the car into drive right away, leaving the huge airport parking lot.
Trent drove a good mile before Lindsay looked over to him with a cute smile, "I'm not gonna lie, you don't know how good it feels for me to be home with you."
"I could definitely say the same, Linds." Trent nodded, "How was your time in Japan, by the way?"
"It was amazing, of course!" Lindsay said, squealing with happiness, "The scenery was great, the people were so nice to me, they showered me with so many gifts that I literally had nowhere to put them around my hotel room. Plus, there was this one gift I liked so much from this one fan. He drew a picture of me wrestling some sort of monster with tentacles all around me. I don't know why, but from the picture I saw, it looked like those tentacles were doing something weird to my body."
"Yeah, I really don't even know what to say about that…" Trent said as he shook his head out of confusion.
"Maybe it's some kind of popular Japanese art, I think." Lindsay replied, still being her dum-dum self.
"Probably!" He replied before amusingly saying, "You know how much that country's full of perverts."
"Well it's Japan, a lot of their cartoons happen to have girls like me dress so sexy for their men that they'll want a piece of 'em every single time." Lindsay said before popping some gum in her mouth.
"It's called anime, or what you explained to me right now, hentai." Trent said to him before a blush appeared in his cheeks for some reason, "Yeah, don't ask how I really know that or whatnot…"
Lindsay was about to answer before all of a sudden, she felt the Aston Martin come to a complete screech, surprising her right out of her high heels.
"AH, WHAT WAS THAT?!" The blonde shrieked.
"Oh, you gotta be frickin' kidding me…" Trent said as he poked his head out of his car window.
Oh, how the disappointment set in for both once Trent poked his head to realize that his car was now caught in an insane traffic jam, therefore leaving him and Lindsay stranded with nothing but slow sluggish cars surrounding them.
"Well so much for your welcome back party, Linds." Trent said to her with a defeated groan, "It looks like we're stuck in a traffic jam."
"Oh no, that's horrible!" Lindsay replied out of shock.
"Yeah, horrible for us, indeed." The guitarist said, burying his head out of frustration. He let out another groan before thinking to himself, "I bet Justin's having waaaaaay better luck than I'm having right now…"
And no doubt Trent was right on the dot.
While Trent and Lindsay were doing their best to beat this god awful traffic jam themselves, Justin was busy prepping up the apartment that he and Trent had shared together, all while the pot of Chicken Cacciatore was busy cooking on the kitchen stove. Not to mention handling a tossed salad that he prepared himself set to the tune of "Touch Me" by The Doors. Of course, what kind of salad would be complete without a little bit of dressing to lighten the mood? It was a good thing Justin moved right to the fridge and grabbed the freshest bottle of balsamic vinaigrette to drench around the crunchy water-crisp lettuce, dried sun tomatoes and garlic croutons, much to his liking. It was unbelievable to Justin himself why his cooking had improved and gotten good throughout these past several years. Guess he had to thank the Food Network combined with some help from Harold's insane cooking skills to get the job done for him.
Justin added the last stream of vinaigrette into the salad before smirking, "Perfect, now all I need to do is at least get the type of wine I need and the double date is set."
With the salad taken care of, Justin quickly rushed over to the cabinet and pulled what seemed to be the most priciest wine his blue eyes could ever lay his hands on. It of course was a bottle of wine made from the freshest sour red grapes California ever grew from their finest vineyard. Obviously, Justin knew good taste all too well. He grabbed some of the sour grape wine and popped up the bottle, just to take in the sweet and sour essence enchanting his nose as of now.
"Smells like heaven…" He thought to himself before pouring some into his wine glass.
But before he could do so however.
*DING DONG!*
The doorbell had completely rang on him instantly.
"Dang it, I was so close…" Justin muttered to himself before shouting, "COMING!"
He immediately put the wine bottle down and rushed right over to the door where in his eyes, a familiar feminine figure was standing right by the glass doorway. It was a bit hard for Justin to see considering the image of the figure was blurred in its entirety, but regardless, the male model wasted no time cranking the doorknob and opening the door right open.
And what stood in his doorway right now wasn't just any familiar figure. This figure had familiar long jet black hair, coal grey eyes, pouty lips with such a supermodel face, black high heels and a supermodel worthy body that had molded really nicely by the very tiny black dress she was sporting, which of course would be outdone by her amazing cleavage. It didn't take long for Justin to identify the one woman who stood right before him now with such a sassy smirk.
"Heather, you arrived just in time…" Justin said, being the gentleman that he was.
The queen bee said with a playful scoff, "Why wouldn't I be? Only the smell of that chicken cacciatore got me to come here."
"Ah, so you noticed." The male model replied, all before analyzing the black dress Heather possessed, "By the way, you look so damn delicious dressed like that."
Heather responded with a shrug and a smile, "I dress to kill, what can I say?"
The Hawaiian took more time to admire her short dress before Justin smirked up to her and said, "Sooner or later, I may have that dress on my hands."
"Getting a little horny, are we?" Heather replied, flirtatiously tracing her finger around Justin's chest. She then took the time to whisper in her ear, "You know I don't get horny without a little wine in my system."
"You're lucky I got some on the table. I'll pour you a glass." Justin said as he rushed over to the dining room table to grab the bottle of wine he dug out.
Heather watched as the Hawaiian carefully poured the remaining contents of sour grape wine right into her crystal clear glass, all while doing the same to his glass too. The wine looked so smooth that Heather couldn't help but make her mouth water at the sight itself.
With the wine glasses already filled up to the top, Justin carefully managed to give Heather her wine glass before grabbing his, "There we go, hope it's to your liking."
Heather felt the strong wine aroma go through her nose before saying, "Thank you, Justin!"
"No prob," The Hawaiian nodded as he toasted his glass, "To us?"
"To us." Heather nodded, toasting her glass back to him as she took a gentle sip.
That sip was definitely what Heather wanted it to be. Smooth, sultry and delicious with that sour sweet grape flavor covering Heather's entire taste buds like a blue carp covering a sports car in the middle of a raging thunderstorm.
"I tell you, you got good taste in wine choice." Heather replied while stirring her drink around.
"Got it from a sommelier friend of mine," Justin nodded, "He gathers many flavors of wine around the world that's aged to perfection.
Heather was impressed deep down, "That's interesting. I could never get any wine that's delicious like this."
"Well, being a famous supermodel and making tons of money doing what I love is well worth the hard work I spent." Justin said with a wink, all before taking a sip himself.
"I won't argue with that!" Heather said while shaking her head, "Plus with that incredible body you have, there are probably tons of women who wanna sleep with you."
Justin blushed, "I could say the same thing about you, babe."
The Queen Bee found herself blushing as well, "Like they totally want a piece of me. You can't even imagine how many of my guy fans wanted me even before I dumped that wimp of an ex-boyfriend."
"Oh, yeah. Alejandro." Justin nodded as he rolled his eyes. Just hearing that name come up around those lips of his burned Heather's blood to a boil. He could definitely tell that didn't sit well with the Queen Bee herself, although she kept her temper a bit calm.
"Please don't mention that two-timing cheating bastard's name again." Heather shook his head, "Because every time I have to hear that name, it makes me want to rip out his nutsack and shove it down his goddamn throat after knowing the shit he did to me."
Justin took another sip before asking, "How so?"
After taking another sip of wine herself, Heather took in a deep breath, "Well, for once, there was this one time I had to visit him and his family back in Spain, and as soon as I got there, I saw him right in bed with some dumbass whore on top of him. It turns out that she was his girlfriend from back home. I don't remember her name of course, and I don't even want to bother knowing it since I'm just basically gonna call her 'Whore'."
The male model could hear the anger inside Heather's voice, which would explain why she was clenching her wine glass with such an enraged grip.
"I bet that was bad, huh?" Justin raised his eyebrow.
"If that wasn't bad enough, I've found out that Alejandro had another girlfriend down in the United States of America, some whitetrash bitch down in Florida that's been a huge fan of him since we competed in World Tour." Heather groaned a bit, sipping yet another glass. "In fact, you wanna know how many fangirls Al has had since World Tour?"
"Oh yeah," Justin nodded before taking a guess, "Maybe around… 50 thousand or more?"
Heather took in a big nod as she said, "Big time! I'm not sure if I ever told you this, but there was this one time after I got home from working at the spa, and I caught him fucking one of his stupid bimbo fangirls on the couch in the living room. You didn't know how much I wanted to beat the shit out of him and her altogether!"
"That must've been heartbreaking for you." Justin replied, putting his arm around Heather.
Even though Heather didn't cry though, she somehow felt a depressed sigh form through her lips, "Yeah, it was. You definitely don't want to be in my shoes after what I witnessed. What's even worse, I lost the fight to that skank after I accidentally caught dust right in my eye and then she cheap shot me right before throwing me out of my own apartment, and went back to fuck my ex back again. I cried knowing I couldn't beat her and because of the fact I lost my ex. So I decided to do something about it."
Justin knew in his mind that Heather was close to tears just by hearing the sound of her voice break on impact, although she was strong enough to hold them in. He then asked her back, "What did you do?"
Heather wiped a bit of a tear in her uncrying left eye before smirking vengefully, "I wrecked and spraypainted hers and my ex-boyfriend's car, all before lighting their stupid paddywagons on fire. That was the sweetest revenge I ever got on them."
Justin couldn't help but laugh a little, "I'll bet that Al or that slut of his didn't see that coming."
"Of course they didn't," The beautiful asian replied, "That slut had to walk home until her feet were all bloody."
The Hawaiian let out a half-hearted chuckle, "You know, that's what I like about you. You've got a pretty strong mind underneath that hot looking dress and those high heels you're sporting."
"I do what I can." Heather shrugged nicely.
Justin soon let out a smirk, "Well, here's what I'm thinking of doing right now…"
It wasn't long before Justin wrapped his arm around Heather's lower waist, all before pulling her closer to him for a kiss so passionate that Heather found herself moaning from that incredible feeling. And it was the kind of feeling that made Heather return this kiss back with a smooch of her very own, leaving the two engaged in a very passionate lip-lock that rid the air out of both of them.
After a few minutes of that incredible kissing though, Heather's nose was somehow cut off by a burnt smell, leaving her to break off the kiss right away.
"Wait, Justin, do you smell something burning?" She asked him with a raised eyebrow.
"I don't really think so, except…" Justin muttered out before reacting with a loud shriek, "OH CRAP, I FORGOT THE CACCIATORE!"
With just a brief flash, Justin hurried over to the kitchen stove in breakneck speed and opened up the lid that was covering the entire put of chicken cacciatore. A bit of dread spreaded around Justin's face when he soon realized that some of the cacciatore had got burnt up a little bit in the process. Oh, how he blamed himself for being enchanted by Heather's entire dress and revealing cleavage.
Yet despite this, Justin still managed to keep his cool right away and let out a deep breath, "You know what, it's no problem. Because just in case if all else fails, I've got the best backup plan for an almost-burnt dish like this."
"What's that?" Heather curiously asked.
"The next best thing," Justin nodded before pulling out a bag of shredded mozzarella cheese from the fridge, "A little bag of mozzarella. Always does the trick."
He soon shut the fridge door and proceeded to sprinkle the entire bag of mozzarella all around the cacciatore, therefore covering the nearly burnt parts of the pasta until part of the pasta still looked fresh and hot as ever.
"Yeah, that totally works." The queen bee nodded on behalf.
"So was the rest of the cooking I've been planning." Justin replied with a smile, "I even got dessert in mind that I totally know you're gonna love."
Before he could get the chance to explain to Heather what the dessert was gonna be and all…
*DING DONG!*
The doorbell rang on him yet again, cutting him off.
"IT'S OPEN!" Justin said, shouting over to the door.
All of a sudden, the door had opened all the way to reveal Lindsay and Trent, who of course looked pretty much tired out from having to endure what was to him, the worst traffic jam he had ever been a part of. Lindsay had no problem with it whatsoever as she was busy breathing in that fresh spring-scented air that had breezed throughout the house.
"My goodness, your place smells so nice!" Lindsay squealed over to Trent.
"I'm sorry we're late, but a traffic jam kept us stranded for a good fifteen minutes." Trent groaned, "You don't know how much I had to endure hearing bubblegum pop nonstop in my car."
"Oh, come on, it's not all bad." Lindsay pouted jokingly to Trent once more, "You just gotta appreciate-HEATHER!"
Lindsay immediately dropped her bags right onto the floor and rushed right over to the Queen Bee, enchanting her with a very tight hug. Sure it was a bit bonecrushing for Heather to take and all, but nevertheless, she surprisingly shot a smile back to Lindsay in response.
"Ohhhhh, it's so good to see you and all!" The blonde squealed yet again, "You know HOW long it's been between you and me?"
"Um, Linds… you know you've only been gone for a good two months." Heather replied, reminding her friend close-up.
"I know, but every time I'm away from here, it ALWAYS feels like a long time!" Lindsay smiled before looking over to Trent and said, "Right, Trevor?"
"Right." Trent said, still trying to catch his breath, "Yet, at the time we were apart, you still forget my name and still remember hers."
The guitarist took time to process himself before looking up at the next image he was standing next to. Strange enough, that image would be the short sleek black dress that still molded to Heather, alongside a good sight of the actual Queen Bee herself.
"Feeling a little beat out, huh?" Heather said, smirking closer to Trent.
"Oh, um, Heather." The guitarist said with an embarrassed blush, "I didn't really know you'd be wearing that dress to dinner."
"Of course, why wouldn't I wear this?" Heather shrugged, "Justin kinda likes it when I dress sexy like this on our dates."
Trent felt a bit hypnotized yet zombified staring at the sight of Heather's entire dress for so long, he completely forgot that Lindsay, Justin and Heather herself were still in the entire room with him. Heather didn't mind the fact that Lindsay's boyfriend was staring at her dress like a deer being caught in the headlights, yet she couldn't help but be a little puzzled why Trent was staring at her to begin with.
"I see you're a little frozen." Heather said, smirking sarcastically to a zombified Trent, "Ah, I don't blame you. I have that same effect on the rest of the guys, especially with the supermodel body that I have."
Justin, who was still tossing the rest of the well-finished salad, spoke over to Trent in order to break him out of his concentration, "So how's it going, buddy?"
"Huh…?" Trent said, mumbling a bit over Heather's cleavage.
Justin shouted yet again, "I said, HOW'S IT GOING, BUDDY?!"
That loud shout forced Trent to break out of his slumber and say,"Oh… It's going fine. Going good. I'm… I'm a bit hungry though."
"Well, you're in luck though, dinner's almost ready." Justin winked to his friend, "So if you want, take a seat, grab yourself a little bit of wine and get ready to taste a little bit of almost-burnt goodness. I said that because I came THIS CLOSE to burning the cacciatore."
"Thank goodness for that, otherwise I would've called the fire department on you." Trent smirked sarcastically before looking at the wine bottle Justin brought out not too long ago. He suddenly raised an eyebrow before saying, "Sour grape wine?"
"More like sweet AND sour grape wine." Justin said, pointing out to his friend.
"You could've picked anything else to have?" Trent shrugged out, "You know how much my mouth always gets bitter when I taste sour stuff."
Justin shrugged back before saying, "What can I say, it was Heather's treat so that's why I chose this wine with our double date."
The guitarist immediately rolled his eyes as if he was saying "Oh, swell" right in his mind.
"Well that's Feather for you!" Lindsay replied.
"Lindsay, once again, I'm Heather." The Queen Bee said, rolling her eyes restlessly at Lindsay.
"Are you sure?" Lindsay asked her again.
With Heather not even bothering to respond to Lindsay's question, the girls and Trent watched as Justin carried out a tray of tonight's dish in the form of a cart as if he was also taking the role as a waiter. Trent immediately watched in delight and admiration as the smell of the chicken cacciatore reached all throughout his nose like the breeze tickling his skin all around. No doubt that had to be the most delicious Italian smell that could ever enchant his nose. Both Heather and Lindsay could definitely say the same thing as well. Just the smell of it made Lindsay and Heather want to moan in picture-perfect pleasure.
"Oh my goodness, why does this smell soooooo good?" Lindsay said, taking a light sniff, "I swear, it feels like I'm in some fancy Italian Restaurant or something!"
"Oh trust me, Lindsay, this is the real fucking deal." Justin replied as he winked like an Italian chef, "Once you taste this pasta, you're gonna wish you had Bobby Flay coming over to my house just to worship the ground I walked on."
"Wait a minute, Bobby Flay's coming to this house?" Lindsay raised her eyebrow a bit stupidly.
"No Lindsay, he's not." Trent said to the blonde before facepalming in response.
"Dang it." Lindsay pouted.
Once he had the table set out though, Justin proceeded to pour the wine inside all four empty wine glasses, filling them each to the top before sitting right down and lifting his glass up getting ready for a toast.
"Okay, before we toast our glasses high into the air, I want to say that it's so nice to see Lindsay back here with us after the long trip she had from Japan." Justin said, motioning to Lindsay right away, "I know I probably should've planned a Japanese-styled dinner since Lindsay would have liked it so much. But Heather thought of something Italian just to suit her mood, so that way I'd cook Italian and-"
"AHEM!" Heather said, clearing her throat.
Justin looked face-first at her with concern, "Something wrong, Heather?"
"May we toast AND eat now?" Heather said with such a patient smile.
"Yeah, sorry about that." Justin chuckled embarrassingly as he raised his glass in the air and said, "To us?"
"To us." The threesome all shouted, raising their glass in the air for a toast themselves.
From there finally came the eating themselves. All it took was one bite of that chicken cacciatore to send their taste-buds skyrocketing tenfold, what with Lindsay and Heather moaning sexually to its tender Italian taste. No doubt the shredded mozzarella that Justin used around the nearly-burnt parts of the pasta saved the day entirely, what with that oozing mozzarella goodness driving them immediately crazy. And the wine was definitely something else as well, letting the sour taste sizzle around Heather's lips before merging to its sweet aftertaste that she had been expecting for a long time. Trent on the other hand tried his best to get used to the soury feeling though. And even though it wasn't really pleasant for him to consume, he was thankful that sour grape feeling ended faster than he did consuming it. Plus, he had to give his glass to Lindsay though he couldn't take that type of wine anymore to begin with.
But then became the best part. Everyone knew that after dinner though it would be dessert. Thankfully, dessert was the only thing down on Trent's entire mind. That way it could help him scarf down that excruciating sour grape wine he had to sip down. Much to his relief, Justin had baked what seemed to be a Supreme Chocolate Tart that sat quite comfortably on the dinner table. Trent was immediately dying for a piece of the tart itself, even if he had to snatch it out of that table itself without any warning. Luckily for Trent, he didn't have to wait that long as he saw that slice of chocolate tart sitting his way, looking at it with such a mouthwatering complexion. At that point, he found the dish almost as hypnotizing as Heather's dress combined.
The guitarist quickly chomped a piece of that tart to himself, alongside the girls and Justin themselves as the chocolate feeling continued to send their taste buds to overdrive. Each taste from that delicious chocolate tart continued to get stronger with each bite. And each bite consumed their bodies with the much needed satisfaction the foursome definitely needed out of this. By the time the hour had passed from that dinner, the four were looking very exhausted from all of the food they stuffed and the entire portions of wine they had downed their throats.
Trent's stomach began to bloat a bit as he said, "Man, I am completely stuffed."
"I know, right?" Justin nodded over to his friend, "Do I know how to cook a mean dish or what?"
"You sure do, Jordan!" Lindsay nodded, cleaning herself with her napkin.
Heather took in a facepalm in response before reminding Lindsay, "Lindsay, it's Justin."
"Oh, right!" Lindsay said, pointing to the Queen Bee.
"By the way, Heather, where on earth did you get that awesome dress?" Trent said, asking Heather close-up, "I bet that probably looks expensive."
"Of course, it looks expensive," Heather replied nodding over to Trent before adding, "But if you wanna know, one of Justin's designer friends made it for me in one of the photo shoots I took part in. You wouldn't believe the fanmail I've gotten from my fans after that shoot itself."
"WOW! That was nice of them." Trent said, sipping on his glass of water.
Lindsay smiled with such giddy hands before saying, "I'll bet that a lot of guys would like wanna be with you."
"Yeah, I won't be ashamed to admit I've gotten around with a fan or three in the sack." Heather said with a cocky shrug, "They just love to admire every part of my body like it's a masterpiece. So much so they'll want to leave their hands all around me."
"I know that feeling," Justin agreed, "I've had some fangirls of my own who I've slept with before Heather, but to me, they were just nothing more than one night stands and nothing else. It was still fun though, I'm not gonna lie."
Heather's cheeks turned red hearing this, letting out a smirk to Justin, "I bet they weren't fun and wild in the sack quite like me."
"They wouldn't be as wild as you were, babe!" Justin smirked, "Remember that one night we spent over at Rio and we made such noise that it was pissing off the hotel guests?"
The Queen Bee smirked once again, "Oh, I so remember that. The owner of the hotel threatened to kick us out, but your charm managed to pull through her long enough to let us stay."
"I know my ways." Justin nodded, sipping on his wine glass once again.
"You think both of your sex lives are something?" Lindsay said to both Justin and Heather as he gestured over to Trent, "That isn't compared to the one Trent and I have."
Trent couldn't help but literally choke on his drink and clear his throat, "TMI, Linds."
"Oh, come on, I can't help but love all the kinky stuff you do to me in the bedroom!" Lindsay squealed with beaming happiness.
"Well to be fair, you've done more kinky stuff to me than I've done." Trent said, chuckling a little bit.
"Oh yeah, like whenever I do my modeling, I would ask you to come and model with me." Lindsay nodded out, "Sometimes we'd do it in the nude just in case I was in the mood."
Trent nodded back before chuckling, "Yeah, that was pretty wild, huh?"
"I sure was! I was just licking your nice abs, rubbing your crotch with my butt, and even massaging that nice long dick with my titties." Lindsay pointed out.
"Yeah, and we had to skip the entire thing to do it in my room." Trent nodded yet again, "We went at it like wild animals fighting over a piece of steak."
"I soooo love it whenever you have your way with me," Lindsay smirked, all while blowing a kiss to her love.
Justin, who had finished his last sip of wine, felt quite impressed with the kinky stuff his friend had to go through with his respective love. He said with such a sly grin, "Arn't you two quite the pair of dogs, huh?"
Trent and Lindsay immediately laughed at this statement, forcing Trent to nod to Justin, "I guess you can say that."
"I swear, you two make Geoff and Bridgette look like dust in the wind." Heather pointed out, all while making a comparison to two of their past friends.
"I guess you ain't wrong there." Trent said, pointing back to Heather before stretching his arms, "Anyway, I guess I better head into the bathroom and clean up. Thanks for an awesome meal, man."
"Appreciate it." Justin winked back to his friend, all before he saw Trent get up out of his chair and rush right to the bathroom upstairs.
Heather watched with a bit of interest regarding Trent, before informing both Justin and Lindsay, "Yeah, I'm gonna clean up as well. I hope that I didn't get any chocolate around this dress of mine."
"You do that, babe. Lindsay and I are just gonna talk it out for a bit longer." Justin informed her at the last second, which left the asian to rush out of the dining room table and head for the bathroom herself.
It wouldn't be long before Heather rushed over upstairs in breakneck speed (with high-heels nonetheless) and headed inside the bathroom, where she suddenly saw Trent wash his entire face out with soap and water, just to calm him out entirely.
"Looks like that wine didn't do you any good." Heather said with a sly smirk.
Trent suddenly dried his face with a towel before looking toward Heather, "Not lying, that was just too salty for me. I told you I'm not a fan of sour stuff."
"I don't know, I didn't find a problem with it whatsoever." The Queen Bee said with a shrug, "All it does is wait until the sweet aftertaste kicks in."
"Really?" Trent raised his eyebrow, "Guess I didn't give it that much of a chance."
"Of course you didn't." Heather shrugged, "You only gave up after one drink."
"Like I said, it was too sour for me." Trent reminded her again.
Heather suddenly thought up a last-second idea in her mind, asking him very pleasingly, "You know, there may be a little hint of that sweet sour grape wine around my lips. If you want, do you want a taste?"
Trent found himself raising his eyebrow asking her, "Um, are you sure? I mean, I don't want Justin finding out or anything…"
"Relax, Trent." Heather said, rolling her eyes before saying, "Me and Justin are actually swingers. He's not gonna have a problem with you kissing me or anything."
The guitarist found himself more shocked than ever, never thinking of the thought that she and Justin led somewhat of a swinger lifestyle. Now that he finally knew about it coming from Heather's wine-scented lips,
"Wait, so you and Justin are okay with each other sleeping with other people?" Trent asked her again.
"Duh, of course I am," Heather answered face-first, "We slept with a lot of couples during our time together. Justin slept with Bridgette, I slept with Geoff. He slept with Anne Maria, I slept with Mike. He slept with LeShawna. I slept with Harold, even though I felt uncomfortable doing so due to a bet I totally had to win. The point is, Justin is completely okay with it himself."
"You sure?" Trent asked her once again.
Being asked this question yet again, Heather took in another flirtatious smirk before walking towards him with a nice sexy strut and saying, "Is this enough of an answer for you?"
Trent completely found himself frozen when Heather pressed his lips around hers, letting the guitarist get a taste of that wine he gave up on. No doubt it got him very breathless yet surprised to say the least, letting his lips feel the sweetness of Heather's tongue mostly as a result of the wine's incredible alcoholic aftertaste. Trent attempted to resist it at first before he fell deeply into the kiss like falling into a spider's web. And no doubt Heather had his strings around him, leaving him flashbacks of the time he and Heather had kissed back at Camp Wawanakwa. Even though he regretted doing so since Heather did it as a way to break Gwen's entire heart. But that was a long time ago. Time had passed since then, but this time, Trent found himself enjoying her lips the second time around.
Yet as much as he didn't want to admit it, Heather found herself being a good kisser to Trent, which said a lot considering how he felt her tongue being jammed deep down in his throat. He could feel his legs weaken as a result, which he found completely okay with it as long as the passion still managed to consume him much to his pleasure. The french kissing went on for a good five minutes before Heather broke off the kiss just to give herself a bit of a breather. Trent took in a breather himself, only to find himself amazed and surprised of how good that kiss felt.
"Ah, so that's what the wine truly felt like." He said with a laid-back chuckle.
"See, I told you that you'd like it." Heather smirked yet again.
The guitarist began to process himself before an idea sprouted in his brain, "You mind coming with me for a second? I might wanna show you something."
"Ah, what is it?" Heather said, raising her eyebrow.
"It's a bit of a surprise." Trent shrugged in response, "Here, I'll show you."
Heather soon found herself closing her eyes, all before Trent grabbed her hand and quickly left the bathroom, all before heading down to the end of the hallway where they stood next to a door that had a red light coming through the room itself. Even if Heather herself never saw it due to her eyes still being closed and all.
She found herself stopping in their tracks asking Trent, "Where are we stopping?"
"You really wanna know?" Trent replied.
"Yeah, of course." Heather nodded, literally begging to Trent.
He then shrugged before saying, "Okay, since you asked… you can open your eyes now."
It wouldn't be long before Heather found herself opening her eyes while at the same time, Trent had opened the mysterious door right in front of the intrigued asian herself. What she saw next was definitely gonna be a surprise Heather wouldn't be expecting coming from Trent.
Ooooh, I really wonder what that surprise may be, huh? Well, I definitely got that planned coming next chapter, so get ready for one hell of a surprise for sure.
So until that moment comes fans, you all know what to do from here. Anyway, time for a coffee break. ;)