A/N: I've held out on smutty goodness for too long... Chapter rated M.
"You haven't finished packing yet?" Fergal asks, sticking his head into my bedroom. He'd left earlier this morning for the Performance center to go work out with his buddy Enzo and Ben and left me here to finish packing for Japan. We were leaving in just a couple days to head out there, and I couldn't decide what I wanted to take out there and what i wanted to wear.
"Listen... I don't need your smart ass mouth." I grumble at him, shooting a playful glower his way.
"Do you want some help?" he chuckles, crossing both arms over his chest and leaning against my door frame.
"No." I sigh, tossing another pair of jeans into my suitcase. "Can we go do something, I don't want to pack, I need a break." I tell him.
"What do you wanna do?" He questions.
"Fuck, anything." I throw my hands into the air. Packing was never my thing. It was always; Wait until the last minute, pack then when I got home my suitcase just sat there for like months until I decided to unpack or I need clothes out of it.
"Get up." He chuckles, retreating out into my living room. When I walk out he's sitting on the couch. "You want to watch something, or do you want to go somewhere?" He asks me.
"I just need something else to do to distract me." I sigh, falling into the couch next to him. His arm wraps around my shoulder and I lean my head into his chest.
"Well, I can distract ya for however long you want." He smirks at me.
"Shut up..." I mumble, my cheeks getting a little hot. "How was your work out?" I ask curiously, trying to change the subject.
"A work out is a work out." He shrugs simply. "It was fine."
***...***...***
"That was horrible." I grumble, putting my suitcase up against the wall in our hotel room. I glance back at Finn, who'd basically been laughing at me the whole time. I just wasn't a flyer. It made me nervous, and anxious and sick.
"It wasn't that bad." He argues lightly with me.
"It was 17 hours of torture." I shoot back at him. He only rolls his eyes and grins at me.
"Ben wants to go out for dinner, are you feeling up to it?" he asks me, looking down at his phone that had just gone off.
"We just got it." I mutter unimpressed.
"We don't have to." He shrugs like it's no big deal. "We can always order room service." he suggests.
"No... We should go out." I sigh. "Have you heard from Karl?" I ask him. I've learned that Karl is Fergal's best friend. He'd met him back in his Japan days.
"Yeah, we agreed that tomorrow would be better to meet up. I wanted to give you a chance to rest. Karl is a lot to handle." he chuckles in response.
"Awesome." I sigh.
"You're so stressed." He smirks, kneading his fingers into my neck and shoulders. I let out a satisfied sigh, leaning back into him. "Does that feel good?" He asks with a smile in his tone.
"It feels awesome." I nod. He rubs my shoulders for another few minutes before his phone goes off again. "Alright, alright. Tell Ben we're on our way out." I say, knowing that was who it was.
"We're meeting him in the lobby." He tells me.
"How was the flight? Did you calm down?" Ben asks. We were now seated in a booth at a little hole in the wall sushi place in Tokyo. I wasn't much for sushi, but they had other things too, so it was alright.
"No, I didn't not calm down." I laugh, shaking my head. "I'm the worst to fly with, for real." I tell him honestly.
"She is." Fergal nods, agreeing with me. I glare at him, and give him a good back handed smack. "Ouch! Abuse!" He laughs.
"You're not supposed to agree with me, you asshole." I laugh.
"I'm suppose to say you weren't that bad?" he challenges me. "A crying baby the whole flight would've been less of a headache." He teases me more. My mouth drops open, and I punch his shoulder.
"She's abusive." Ben chuckles.
"Only when he taunts me." I sneered at Ben. "You're an asshole." I tell Ferg again.
"At the end of the day, I'm your asshole." He smiles, throwing an arm around my shoulder and leaning back into the booth. I look at Ben and roll my eyes, but say nothing in response.
"Are you tired?" I ask Ben. I don't know how these guys did it, I was literally dead on my feet right now. Jet lag had me bad, for real.
"I mean yes, but if I went to sleep right when I got settled I'd be up at 3am. That would be worse." he shrugs.
"Yeah, I guess." i agree with him. "Will you ask for a box please?" I whisper to Fergal. He'd picked up a little of the language being here for 8 years, and I just don't know any of it.
"Yeah." I murmurs, back. He catches my lips with his, before I can turn back to my food, and i grin. He leaves a couple good kisses on my cheek and one on my ear. "Stop..." I laugh when it tickled.
"You don't like it when I'm affectionate?" He teases me.
"I love it." I smile at him, resting my head on his shoulder.
"Are you tired? Ready to go back to the hotel?" He offers.
"I could go to sleep myself." Ben agrees.
***...***...***
We got back to the room a half hour after that and I hopped in the shower quick right after we'd gotten to the room. I walked out in one of Fergals shirts and a pair of panties, to find him propped on the edge of the bed watching TV in nothing but basketball shorts.
"Feelin' better?" He asks, glancing at me.
"Yes." I smile, tossing the towel over the arm rest of the couch. I walked over and he watched as I straddled his lap, running my fingers up each side of his arms before my hands rested on his chest. "You're so perfect." I chuckle, tracing the lines of his chest muscles.
"You're perfect." He mumbles back. His eyes were focused on mine while my own were focused on my fingers dragging along his skin. I smile and lean down, pressing my lips to his. His tongue slides into my mouth and teases along my own, making me let out a soft moan into his mouth.
"Stop teasing me." I smirk at him, grinning and pushing myself off his lap.
"Where do you think you're going?" He grins, reaching for my arm but I jump to the side. I make it a point to swing my hips at him as i walked back towards the bathroom. His hand slips around my waist and he pins me up against the door of our hotel room, "I said... Where do you think you're going?" He asks softer.
"No where..." I murmur back. My hands wander from his hips and up his chest and my thumb glides along the curve of his pec. I let out a soft sigh, before pressing my lips to his collar bone and over his shoulder. His hands cup my face and he brings my face back to his, pulling my bottom lip between his teeth and giving it a gentle bite. I wasn't sure if he'd got the hint that I wanted it or not, so to give him a more less than subtle hint I brushed over his hardness with my thigh. His eyes snap open from our kiss and he looks at me. I return his stare, with a hint of a smirk.
"Oh, really?" He mumbles, letting his hands travel down to my hips.
"Really." I grin. His hand slipped between my legs and he guided it up, letting his fingers slip over my panties. I bit my bottom lip and hooked my leg over his hip, when he moved them to the side and his fingers slid between my folds. "Fergal..." I basically moaned, rolling my head back against the wall.
"You know what's really good for your anxiety?" He smirks at me, kissing the shell of my ear.
"What's that?" I grin.
"Me." He murmurs, dragging my panties down my legs and he lowered down to his knees. "I'm." He starts kissing up the inside of my thigh. "Just." More kissing." "What." His tongue glides over my entrance, making me suck in a quick breath. "You need." He finishes, burying his tongue in my wetness. Instinctively my fingers tangle in his short hair.
"Ferg!" I basically exclaim, when he stopped. He was looking up at me with those cool icey blue eyes.
"Tell me I'm wrong." He challenges, looking up at me. He was smirking, and I was in position to argue with him right now.
Jesus christ, we're going to play this game now? He was such a cocky little shit sometimes.
"No." I reply, watching as he inched his way up my body. My skin spasmed under his finger tips and they remarkably gently slid up the length of my bare skin, pulling my shirt up over my head in one easy move. In a second his mouth covered my own, nipping and biting at my lower lip and sucking it into his own mouth. I felt his hands cup my ass and in a fluid movement he hoisted me up and pushed me against the wall of the hotel, still smothering me with kisses. My legs wrapped around his waist and I moaned as he sucked on my neck. "Jesus Feral..." I whimper. The feeling of his length against my leg, even in his shorts was driving me crazy, I needed him inside me. A low chuckle came from his throat and he set me down on the bed, taking no time in closing the gap between us.
"I'm convinced you were made for me, you know that?" He asks seriously, kissing a circle around my belly button and staring up at me. I bit down on my bottom lip as he looked at me with a focused face. My feet start pushing his shorts down his legs and he kicked them the rest of the way off.
"Ferg..." I whine again, rolling my hips against him, basically begging him to fuck me already. He pushes into me with one easy thrust and when we're skin to skin he holds himself there. I roll against him again, causing a small amount of friction but not enough for what I needed.
"Stop that." He groans, pinning my wrists above my head. He pulls nearly all the way out before entering again. I meet him thrust for thrust for a while and hook my legs over his hips, allowing deeper access.
"Jesus christ..." I moan, feeling my climax edge closer to me.
"He's not giving you an orgasm." He says, voice muffled but it still made me chuckle a little.. He had dipped his head into the crook of my neck as his hips snapped against me. My fingers were dug into his shoulders, and every once in a while they'd wander along his chest and over his back. I loved the feeling of his muscles twitching under my finger tips.
"Oh... fuck! Fergal!" I nearly scream as my walls pulsed around his length. For a moment my eyes rolled into the back of my head and my back arches off the bed, molding my body against his. A moment later he slams into me one last time, holding himself there as he came with his own growl. My legs unraveled from his waist and laid on the bed, aching and sore from clamping so tight around him. He kisses my neck and over my shoulder before collapsing on the bed next to me. "That was perfect for my anxiety. I feel much better." I chuckle, rolling over and laying my head on his chest.
"That's what I was hoping for." He smiles, holding me against him. "I didn't want to push you into anything too fast..." He mumbles, his fingers tangling into my hair.
"You didn't." I assure him. "Is it safe to go to bed now?" I ask him, glancing at the clock. It was still a little early at only 8 in the evening, but I was pretty confident after a little rough housing like that, that I'd have no problem sleeping all the way through the night.
"Heck yes." He chuckles.
"Thank god." I sigh. "Will you please turn the air on, I'm super hot?" i ask him quietly. He lets out a little grumbled response as he slides out of bed and wanders over to the A/C. "And grab my shirt and panties? Please." i add quickly.
"Anything else, princess?" he teases me.
"Just you." I smile sweetly at him. He laughs and rolls his eyes, before turning out the light and crawling into bed next to me.
"Get a good night sleep, Karl will wear the shit out of you tomorrow." he chuckles, and his chest shakes under me. "Good night." He says, kissing my hair.
"Night." I mumble back, burying my face into his chest already almost half asleep.