Note: A year and eight months? Classic.
Pretty When You Cry
And the moon gives me
Permission and I enter
Through her eyes
Pogue was many things; a disaster of a distraction and a loudmouth being the more obvious of them, but right now the most important thing about him was that he was fucking Bonnie Bennett's brains out in a way that was hitting CTRL, ALT & DLT and resetting her entire vocabulary.
"Fuck-" She panted against his mouth after he'd switched their positions again. Lifting her legs over his shoulders and pushing even deeper, he watched with glee as her eyes rolled back and her body bounced to his tempo. His back curled as he thrust into her, loving the view from above.
"There we go, that's what you need." Her eyes snapped open and she pulled him even closer and flexed her muscles to tighten around him, grinning when his mouth hung open, and his throat let out a dry cry for air.
"Oh? You wanna play that game?" She hissed, unwrapping her legs and slowing the tempo, as she adjusted their bodies. He wiggled his brows as he let her take charge of what happened next.
Flipping him onto his back, she let his hands roam her torso and breasts as she played coy, only letting the tip in before lifting up again with a wicked grin. Lowering her body until it was flat against this, Bonnie spread her legs out, and swung her hand around back, to ease him back into her body. She nipped at his bottom lip with her teeth while he kneaded at her ass, pulling himself in even further, making them both roll their eyes with loud groans of satisfaction.
Rolling her hips slowly in a circle and lifting her torso off of his, she ignored the urge to bounce her way into her umpteenth orgasm, and made a show of taking her time as she looked down at him, sucking on his thumb. In that moment, she wished there were two of him.
"Fuck me." Pogue moaned, writhing beneath her. Bonnie let her ass lift and bounce with slow, hard strokes, as she arched her back, leaning into the wet friction where their bodies met.
The sound their bodies made was making his toes curl. "Choke me," he rasped and she obliged. "Harder."
"As you wish." She added a little more pressure to her grip, minding his windpipe and steadied herself with her other hand resting on his abs. Allowing herself to pick up the pace, she watched as his euphoria rose up from his navel, to his lungs, filling his chest and she sped up to keep the momentum going until he came loudly; his face red and beaming. Half-dizzy, he pulled her face to his and kissed her.
Without missing a beat, he sat up, penis miraculously recharged, and drove himself into Bonnie, pushing her back and then flipping her over, raising a leg to hit the angle he knew she needed and didn't stop pounding into her until her screaming was louder than his.
"I feel like I could fuck you for the next three years straight." Pogue panted against her ear as his weight pressed into her from behind after. She liked the heaviness of him, how it pushed her into the couch below.
Bonnie began to move against his groin with her ass, stretching her legs a little to make room as she began to gyrate into him. She arched her back more and yelped in surprised when he lifted himself up, and spanked her.
"Do that again." Bonnie asked, going still. He ran his hands down the curve of her spine, fingers digging into her hips before rubbing circles into the flesh of her ass. Then he spanked her, a little harder this time. Her mouth hung open as air left her lungs, and she grew wet all over again. "I wish there were two of you."
"Well, I did bring a friend." Pogue admitted, "He's upstairs. Fully charged." She peaked over at him and his heart sped at the sight of her wicked grin.
"Perfect. Let's go."
The following morning Caleb walked downstairs with a sleep-deprived yawn that only worsened what was quickly becoming a concerning hangover.
Walking into the den, he noticed one of the couches had a thick blanket thrown over it that hadn't been there before, and he walked over to find a note that plainly said: burn this couch pls, tnx!
Rolling his eyes with un-surprised and admittedly only mild disgust, he made his way to the kitchen to start with breakfast.
There was a loud, patterned knock on the door that called his attention. His heart squelched deep and hard in his chest.
It couldn't be.
When he opened it, Sarah stood in front of him.
Her hair was down and full, and her smell pushed at him with the breeze coming in from the porch. Her skin was perfect. Her outfit was better, and he...well, he couldn't stand the sight of her all of a sudden.
"I'm confused." He said, pulling away when she made to hug him hello, causing her smile to deflate immediately. "Aren't you supposed to be working?"
"How is that how you're greeting me right now? I came all the way here to surprise you." She said pointedly.
"You're not supposed to know where we are, no one is." He said vaguely and she became annoyed.
"Is someone here?" She accused.
"I wish." He yawned. "Also, I'm breaking up with you."
"What!" She screamed. "Caleb what the hell has gotten into you, I'm making a grand gesture and you're going to dump me?"
"I'm dumping you because you're a toxic person who's been taking advantage of me for the last three years and I'm over it." Caleb said seriously, walking out of the house and shutting the door behind him, so that they didn't wake anyone. "I loved you, honestly, but after everything, it's made me question what that means because this...Sarah...this shit is not it."
"I fucked Pogue on your birthday." She spat.
"He told me the next night in tears and I still stayed." Caleb bit back. "I know exactly who you are, I always have. I just didn't care about who I was, or what loving you meant for me until now."
"Did you meet someone here? Is that it? A fucking townie who gave you a glimmer of hope outside of the reality of your miserable life? Hmm?" Sarah's face contorted with rage. "Let's get one thing clear: you have no personality, no plan, no emotions inside of you. You never let me touch you or fuck you or love you, and I'm the bad guy? You dragged me along for years while you lived on tour and gave yourself to everything and everyone but me. Then you drop this bomb on me before going on tour. Over text? I'm supposed to believe you're ace? How convenient for you, you fucking sociopath!"
"Go fuck yourself. I'm calling my sister and we're throwing your shit out and changing the locks. I hope you have money leftover after this flight, because I'm cutting you off."
"You can't leave me stranded here!" Sarah yelled, tears suddenly in her eyes, grabbing his shirt. "How are you going to leave me like this?"
"Because I can't fucking stand you anymore and I need to do this for myself. I have to matter. For once!" With that, he yanked himself free and pulled open the front door, slamming it shut behind him, breathing heavily as he leaned into the wood.
"Are you okay?" Caleb's eyes lifted to Lafayette frowning while tying his robe, having rushed down.
Shaking his head, he felt his tears rise and Lafayette hurried forward, arms open and held Caleb close. "Come on now, it's okay."
"There's something wrong with me." Caleb cried, slumping into his friend's hold. "That's why it hurts, because she's right. There's something wrong with me."
"That bi-no. There's nothing wrong with you, Caleb. Not a damn thing. This is the bravest I've ever seen you," Lafayette pulled away a little to look him in the eye. "Boy, I have never seen you so clearly and I've never been more proud." Caleb laughed in surprise as a fresh wave of tears came and they hugged again. "Fuck her. Little rat, she wouldn't know a good thing if it gave her all the time and money in the world."
The day had finally come.
Caleb was wearing a green shirt.
Lana stood behind him, watching quietly as he surveyed his reflection with a disturbing attentiveness.
"I feel like you're bullying yourself." Lana said, breaking the silence. "I don't know, something about your eyebrows is just screaming self-deprecation right now." She held out the black shirt she had in her hands. "If you wanna swap it out, you should."
Turning around, he just stared a moment before speaking, worrying her more. "You came over when I called."
"Yeah," Lana's face was confused, "You sounded like you'd been crying so I figured I should."
"I think I'm asexual." He said, keeping his eyes on her, tracking her reactions.
Her brows lifted and her mouth pulled a bit in surprise, but her features remained pleasant, and kind.
"Okay, what does that have to do with me?" Lana folded her arms and tilted her head up.
"Well, I like you." He said simply.
"I like you too...remember? We've covered this."
"I broke up with Sarah this morning."
"You did say you would." Lana said, though her mouth quirked up now, a hint of a smile.
"Well it didn't happened how I planned and she finally admitted to having sex with Pogue-"
"-Uh"
"He was wasted as hell, it was borderline grey rape actually, he ended up going to a therapist." The memory made him grow nauseous. "I've been wanting to break up with her for some time...but I got lost punishing myself along the way." Lana's eyes got darker at that, sadder, like she understood.
"Let me guess...you went with him?" Lana asked.
"Of course I did." Caleb shrugged, pulling at the hem of the shirt.
"Do you mind?" Lana tucked the black shirt she was holding under her arm and reached for the buttons, waiting for his okay.
"Uh...yea-yes."
"You sure?"
"I am. Just nervous."
"Don't be. I can button a shirt." She teased. He watched her as she un-did his buttons and slipped the shirt off methodically, with a pace he could manage. She didn't linger or make a show of his body, pulling on his black shirt and doing up those buttons and fixing his cuffs. "I really like you Caleb...I just wished you liked you. You know?"
"I'm trying. In my own way, I am trying."
"I know." She said, stepping away from him and crossing her arms. "Any steps you take towards your authentic self are steps worth taking."
"Who said that?"
"Anyone with an ounce of empathy." She said with a smile. He really liked her smile, and how she pulled on the sleeves of her sweater, and how she dressed in the mornings. With her docs and dungarees and lopsided beanie. "Did you ever think you stayed with her because in some way you kind of wanted what happened to Pogue to happen to you?"
"What?"
"People confuse healing with hurt more often than you think." She said simply. "Bonnie is a good example. She left her best friend and the last of her family behind to punish herself because she thought she was a part of what tore it all apart. You can smell it on her."
"You see people." Caleb said, nodding to himself. "You really see them."
"Yeah and I see you." Lana said. "And if you want space to figure out what this means to you, and your body and your private life, I'm happy to be friends."
"Do...you want sex?" He asked, swallowing. "This is a pretty intense second date."
"Neither of our two encounters count as dates," Lana amended immediately, "But I see your point." A huff of air blew through her cheeks. "I mean...I don't mind it, but it's not my favourite feeling in the world."
"What is?"
"Singing...writing...understanding something or someone..."She said, tucking her hair behind her ear.
"I don't like sex at all...but I like affection."
"Okay."
"Yeah." He swung his arms a little, making her smile.
"Do you wanna kiss me?"
"Badly."
"Come here."
Her movements were slow and steady and sure. She stood on her tip-toes and held his face in her hands, closing the space between them.
"Breathe." She reminded him, and then sealed her mouth over his, taking his breath away anyway.
Sarah was seething.
Sitting at a booth in the Grille, she used the two bars of wi-fi to the best of her abilities, as she texted, DM'd and everything'd every person she knew who would think of coming to the parade slash concert.
"I know you." Damon's voice hovered over head. "I've seen you in photos with the band, where are they?" She pulled a face.
"What do you care?" Sarah quipped.
"Your Caleb's girl," he snapped his fingers, sitting down across from her with a Cheshire grin.
"Was," Sarah corrected, bugging her eyes out.
"How do you not recognize me?" Damon sighed. "I dated Bonnie in high school-"
"Good for you-"
"My name is Damon Salvatore. Sony. Ring a bell?" She almost dropped her phone. Blue eyes wide she looked up at his smug face. "That's more like it."
Stefan was texting very seriously when Lafayette came back to his room with two steaming mugs.
"You're an angel. Like, officially." Stefan groaned dramatically, tossing his phone aside and adjusting his glasses.
"You make it very easy to be nice to you." Lafayette said, pecking him quickly. "How are the arrangements going?"
"Everything's done, I just have to go over my welcoming speech." He frowned intensely for a beat. "I think I'll save the hysteria for later." A pause. "And the vomit."
"Do you want me to be there with you?" Lafayette wondered.
"I..Are you sure?"
"Let's get one thing clear between us," Lafayette said leaning in, "I never offer to do something I don't want to."
"...Okay, I want you there." Lafayette chest twisted at the word 'want'.
"Careful now, you might give me an erection, I love being needed it's like a DRUG!" He stood up with a flourish. "I'm going to go shower. Think of me."
"I'm doing it right now." Lafayette's brows lifted at that, and he watched Stefan bite his bottom lip.
"You are trouble mister Salvatore."
"Come lie in bed with me-e-e-e-e." Stefan whined, pouting. "Please? Five minutes?"
"I wanna be little spoon," Lafayette held up a finger.
"I would love to hold you." Stefan's voice was groggy from sleep, but warm and hopelessly endearing. Lafayette felt something in that moment. Something that over-arched years of other something's and he knew the name of the feeling was on the tip of his tongue. Stefan held open his arms and they both grinned when Lafayette hurried back and dove into the covers with him, getting wrapped up in his arms.
Bonnie's body was in shambles.
Pogue lay splayed across one end of the bed, while she the other.
Jesus...they'd broken the bed as well. Welp.
She turned as slowly as she could and snuck a glance at him.
"Stare too long and you'll fall in love, I guarantee it." Pogue mumbled, eyes still closed.
"I know you watched me fall asleep last night." Bonnie said, pocking at his stomach.
"You're a beautiful woman," he shrugged, flipping over onto his stomach and peeking at her through one eye. "Plus, I like seeing you happy."
"It's been a while." They both murmured, and then laughed.
"Do you wanna talk about it?" Pogue offered, after a while of silence.
"I want to talk about something else, actually." Bonnie said, moving closer to him. "Firstly though: thank you for last night it was spectacular to the point of garish excess and I really needed it-"
"Come on college degree-" She laughed.
"I want to talk about...doing it again, actually." He looked at her for a while, a slow smile spreading across his face.
"For real?" He asked and Bonnie's heart galumphed a bit. How could he possibly wonder why anyone would want a repeat of their previous night.
"For real, for real." Bonnie said certainly. "Best sex of my life with one of the greatest guys I know."
"Stop, I'm getting fuzzy-" She giggled at his blushing.
"Good-" she kissed his nose. "You deserve to be wanted."
"And you deserve to trust someone again and have mind-blowing sex." Pogue said, lifting up to rest his head in his hand as he looked down at her. "I'd be stoked if you picked me."
"Well...I do." Bonnie realised as she said it. "Pogue, I pick you."
A/N: Still no concert! I know! It's a gift.
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