A/N: Hello! I updated! Yay!
After their first dance practice and some sexual tension, Damon receives some news.
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DPOV
Damon exhaled strongly before taking in a deep breath and pushing down with his heels, pushing the weight bar up and back into its holding spot. Wiping his forehead off with a white towel, he turned back to his teammate, Tyler.
"Yeah, no, man. I can't. I got a shit ton of things to do tonight after gymming," Damon said as he adjusted the racks so he could work on deadlifts. Setting some plates onto the bar, Damon watched as Tyler sagged his shoulders and rolled his eyes.
"Come on, man! Everyone's going to be there," Tyler said as he finished his above arm presses. Wiping off his forehead too, he leaned against Damon's weight rack.
"You say that all the time. Plus, I'm getting really behind on work. Pretty face and athletic skills can only go so far in college," Damon chuckled before leaning over the bar and starting his deadlifts.
"Alright, how about you start on some work, get as much out of the way as you can and then come over at like 11? It's not going to be the same without you. We can't be seen without our captain. You're supposed to represent us," Tyler said with gusto while his eyes wandered around the weight room for some ladies.
"Yeah, yeah. There will be more parties. My 21st birthday is just around the corner and you know we're going all out for that. I promise I'll go all out on that." Damon increased the amount of weight on each side of his bar.
Tyler shook his head.
"Alright, fine. But I'll still text you which house we're at in case you change your mind," Tyler said before patting Damon on the back. "You doing arms today cause I can spot you before I leave?"
"Nawh, it's good. Talk to you later, Tyler," Damon said with a strained voice as he was finishing up his last set of deadlifts. With his final note, Tyler threw up a peace sign at Damon before walking out.
Damon shook his head as Tyler sent him another text. Each text was getting more and more sloppy as Tyler got more and more intoxicated. Setting his pen down from making flashcards, Damon stretched his arms above his head, letting out a small grunt as he did so.
His ringtone filled the air and Damon rolled his eyes. Assuming it was Tyler, Damon picked it up.
"Hey, man. I really can't go," Damon said with a chuckle before pulling the phone away to hang up.
"Mr. Salvatore? I'm Dr. Foster from Monta Vista Center." The color drained from Damon's face when he heard the doctor's name and the center. Nothing good could possibly come from this phone call, not this late at night.
"Oh, um, yes. Th-this is him. I thought you were someone else calling, my apologies," Damon tripped over his words, the formality was beginning to flood his syntax.
"Yes, hello Mr. Salvatore. It's perfectly fine. Unfortunately, I come bearing bad news. Stefan managed to acquire a razor and well, I'm sure you can guessed what was attempted. We had to sedate him and we're increasing medication. We've also decided it was best to move him into a single room as there has been complaints and extreme tension between Stefan and his roommate."
Damon took in a deep breath, holding it and counting it to three before letting it out. This was bad. This was getting really bad. This wasn't what Damon needed to deal with right now.
"I understand this is difficult to deal with and unfortunately, with more care requires more investment," silence permeated the air Dr. Foster already knew Damon's struggles with the payment.
"Y-yes. I under..stand. Ummm, do you know how much more per month we are l-looking at?" Damon dragged a hand down the side of his face, as if it could tease out all the tension in his body.
"About four hundred more per month. I tried to reduce it as much as possible, Damon. I really tried and as for this month, we haven't received anything from you yet," Dr. Foster's tired voice was could be heard through the phone. Damon knew how hard Dr. Foster was trying to bring positive results with Stefan but with every step Stefan took forwards, he would run backwards as far away from progressive as possible.
"Alright, I understand, Dr. Foster. Thank you for notifying me. Please just send me the bill as usual, the same address and email. I'll take care of it and this months this weekend, I promise." A conformational yes and a farewell bid from Dr. Foster, Damon hung up his phone before tucking it into his pocket.
He set his hands flat on his desk, his whole body beginning to tense up.
"FUCK!" Damon shoved everything off his desk before shoving the desk back against the wall. He stood up and flipped his mattress before taking fast breaths in and out of his mouth. Balling up his fists, he grunted as he reached out for his mattress and set it back down properly before punching it several times as hard as he could, trying to let out as much of the stress as he could before he collapsed against the bed.
Tears threatened to well up in his eyes, but he refused. He couldn't cry. He shouldn't. He had responsibilities to attend to. Responsibilities that were going in over his head. He wasn't sure if he could take out more loans. And even though he did his best to save as much money as he could, it still wasn't enough. The scholarship wasn't enough. And sometimes, Damon wondered if he could just drop out of school and move back into their home, and take care of Stefan. But he couldn't. He had to keep moving forward. Home wasn't home anymore. He had to make it big. And as much as he wanted to throw away his education for the chase of money, he knew how dangerous the game was. He's seen athletic dreams taken away as quick as they were formed. He couldn't risk that. He needed something else to rely on if his dreams were every ruined. He had to, for him and Stefan.
Punching the mattress a few more times, Damon stood up before looking at his phone. It was already 10:45 at night. Damon glanced at Tyler's text one more time before tucking it back into his pocket and dragging his hands through his hair.
Grabbing his jacket and wallet, Damon slammed his door and headed to the party.
EPOV
Elena had just finished her essay and sent it in half an hour before midnight, beating the deadline. At least it was better than last time when she sent it in at 11:59. Punching the air for victory, Elena danced in her room a bit before walking into a kitchen for a victory snack.
She didn't make it very far down the hall until she heard her phone ring. Rushing back to her room as quick as possible, Elena scrambled to answer the call, noting that it was Damon calling.
"Damon, I'm really not down to do the whole bickering tonight," Elena said with a huff as she made her way back to the kitchen.
"ELEENA. Elena. Elena. I have a secret to tell YOU," a slurred voice filled Elena's ear, making her furrow her eyebrows. She hated getting drunk dial, especially if it was going to be from someone like Damon.
"Damon, stop. I really don't want you to say something really dumb that's going to piss me off and want to kick you in the balls. You need to stop before you embarrass yourself," Elena held her phone against her ear as she pulled out two pieces of bread and started making a sandwich.
"NO! Waait, I SWEAR it's good. Like realllllllllllllllly good. Like super good," Elena heard Damon slam into something an "ouf" echo through the phone.
"Elena, you just need to know that you have a really… nice ass. Like seriously, it's perfect. Ten out of ten. You just need to take that fuckin' stick outta of your ass," Damon mumbled into the phone as she heard a zipper pull down.
"Damon!" Elena said as her face flushed, partly due to embarrassment and anger.
"Fuck, toilet's broken. Fuckers," Damon mumbled into the phone again before hearing the water run and the door slamming again.
"Elena, you should come to this party. I've got a bottle of fuckin' Everclear with your name on it. Alright, alright, you caught me. It's only half a bottle. I got fuckin' absinthe in my other hand though, so it's cool," Damon slurred as she heard cheering in the background.
"Jesus, Damon. How much have you had to drink?" Elena was starting to feel worried about Damon at this point.
"To be honest, I'm not really fuckin' sure. I'm not really fuckin' sure about anything. About this, school, Stefan. I can't really think past ten minutes and I don't know where my teammates are," Damon let out a giggle. That's right, he let out a giggle.
"Oh my god, Damon. Where are you?" Elena said as she took several bites of her sandwich before throwing it on her plate and grabbing her keys. Could she even get into any frat house dressed in PJs? Shaking her head, she went into her bedroom to change into frat house worth clothes, for entry.
"You coming? Theta. Sutra. No, that's not right. Psi?" Damon mumbled into the phone as she heard the slosh of the bottle from the phone.
"TDX? I'm coming. Stop drinking!" Elena hung up her phone before rushing out the door. Why she felt like she needed to go to him? Well, she couldn't have a liver dead partner!
Turns out TDX was having an exclusive party, which meant you needed to know a brother of the house. Apparently by just saying she knew Damon, that was guaranteed entry.
Searching around the house, she remembered why she didn't like going to frat houses. Of course, being a freshmen and going to college was all fun and games at first. Everyone always wanted to go to the frat houses, because it meant free liquor and hooking up. Going a few times, Elena realized it was not her scene. The darkness, everyone being sloppy drunks, perverts trying to cop a feel. She liked clubbing and dancing, but frats was just too much of a hot mess for her.
Walking into the bar area, she saw Damon taking a swig from the Everclear bottle before setting it down and chasing it with something in the red cup.
"Damon! There you are. Where are your teammates?" Elena said as she rested her hands on his shoulders, trying to get him to focus on her.
"ELENA! You came! And damn you look good," Damon stumbled a bit as he took a step towards her, observing her from her black heels to dark jeans, red camisole, and black leather jacket.
"Forget your teammates, I'm going to take you home," Elena said she interlaced her fingers with his and started dragging him out of the room.
She managed to make it out of the bar area until she felt Damon tug her towards the dance floor.
"Come on, babe. One dance before we leave," Damon sent her a sloppy smirk before pulling her further into the dance floor and against him, her back to his chest.
Elena bit her lip as she felt Damon moving against her. Whenever she went out, she always danced with her girlfriends, finding that grinding with others was so obscene and sexually outward. She loved dancing, even at the club, but whenever a guy snuck up behind her, she always pulled away quickly. Feeling Damon's hands on her waist again, she let out a gasp as she felt his whole body press against her back, his breath spreading across her shoulder.
She couldn't even make out what song was making, only the beat because apparently even the alcohol Damon's ability to stay on the beat and grind against her. Yet instead of feeling used and over sexualized, she felt sexy. She could feel Damon's heart beating fast against her, surprised that someone like her could make him feel that way. Feeling his lips ghost the area where her neck and shoulder met, she let out another quiet gasp as his kisses became more persistent and confident.
Lifting her arm up, she wrapped it around Damon's neck, pulling his lips closer to her. Their grinding against each other had picked up, pressing against each other as close as possible. Damon's hands wandered her stomach, occasionally slipping down the side of her thigh and back up. She finally understood the appeal of grinding and dancing in such a provocative way with someone.
Finding the courage, she turned around in Damon's arms before wrapping her arms around Damon's neck. Closing her eyes, she let the music and lights take over. Damon's arms had wrapped around her, his hands exploring up and down her sides before settling down on her backside and squeezing it. She bit her lip as she enjoyed letting Damon explore her a bit.
Opening her eyes, she felt Damon's proof of lust against her core, making her flush pink with the thought of them basically dry humping on the dance floor. Instead of feeling embarrassed, she let her dancing get more liberal, sliding up and down against Damon, her fingers slipping underneath Damon's shirt and feeling the outline of Damon's abs. She was realizing why every girl was raving about Damon.
The song changing to some sort of remix of 23 with Miley Cyrus, Damon lifted Elena's leg and wrapped it around his waist which only emphasized the sort of sexual nature they were in. Losing her breath from the intimacy of Damon, she let her eyes flutter open only to feel Damon's lips against her.
His lips traced the seam of her lips before she granted access to Damon. His hands squeezed her backside generously before letting his hand slide her sides, before brushing the sides of her breast. His hardness was constantly brushed against her core, making her grow wet with desire. His hips never missed a beat with the music. Her hands had tunneled into his hair, tilting his head to the most desired kissing position Elena wanted.
She could still taste the Everclear against his tongue, the fruity drink he was chasing with. She let her hands explore his body, feeling the hard muscle under his skin. And then, all of the sudden she really didn't mind if Damon took her home and had his way with her. Pulling away, she was breathing hard and trying to unscramble her mind from what was happening right now between her and Damon.
She could feel Damon breathing hard against Elena's neck, taking the opportunity to kiss and mark her skin, giving her a delicious sensation.
No wait. Why was she here? Damon had drunk dialed her. She came to get him. He dragged her to the dance floor and now they were basically fucking each other on the dance floor. And she wasn't against it. She liked it. She was enjoying this.
"I want you so bad," Damon whispered into her hear as he sucked on the area behind her ear that was apparently her weakness, causing her knees to buckle.
"Let's get out of here," Elena found herself saying before interlocking her fingers with his and dragging him out the frat house.
God bless her apartment was nearby, that by the time they got to her apartment, Damon already had her up against her door, kissing her senseless.
Pulling away, she managed to get through the door, dragging Damon in behind her. Door closed and lock, Damon pushed her once against the door, lifting her up and forcing her to wrap her legs around his waist. Feeling her way down his chest, she grabbed the edge of his t-shirt and threw it haphazardly somewhere before scratching her nails gently down his chest.
Damon let out a soft growl before starting to walk towards the hallway to her bedroom.
That's when she stopped. When she pulled away from the kiss, and realized what she was doing. She wasn't this girl. She wasn't the one that grinded against a guy, letting him feel her up, and then back to her place for a night of lust. What was wrong with her? Why was it that Damon was able to get past all these things without making her freak out?
Unlocking her legs around his waist, full realization hit her. She was always turning down Mason and then came in Damon who basically wanted the same thing from her, and she was agreeing. She wasn't this kind of girl who would just sleep with any guy. This was her dance partner. She couldn't let things be ruined between them. She needed him. She needed to be professional about this.
"Damon, we… we shouldn't," Elena said as she backed away from him. Damon had a confused look upon his face, not able to comprehend why she was saying no when she was clearly into it just a few seconds before.
"I think… you should sleep this off. Something bothered you to get really shitfaced. You can sleep on the couch," Elena said as she walked Damon over into the living room and pointed towards the couch. Leaving temporarily, and coming back with blankets and a pillow, she saw Damon sprawled out on the couch already.
Lifting his head as gently as possible, she set the pillow beneath his head before placing the blanket on top of him. She was about to walk away when she felt his hand on her wrist.
"Please, just stay with me for tonight. It's getting hard to deal with this on my own," Damon said quietly. He was half asleep but she knew what it was like. Sometimes you needed someone there to hold you. Sometimes they never had to say anything, but they had to be there. Another body, another warmth, to calm you down.
Biting her lip, she nodded before shedding her jacket and heels off. Crawling into the space of Damon's arms, she let her eyes shut to the sound of Damon's even breathing until she too drifted off to sleep.
A/N: Yes! I updated. Whoo! What's going to happen the next morning?
I also updated my other Delena story: Never Gonna Leave this Bed! Damon's a rockstar and Elena is a small town writer who has been assigned to write about him.
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