Hide and seek 3
A/N I am trying my hardest not to write smut, as I found out recently that our school teacher can see what we are doing on our computers remotely while we type in class. And really I don't want to be caught doing that…. Though I have been before.
I will keep writing this, and no doubt I will write a load of disjointed scenes, so just keep watching and thanks for the reviews.
I will be back with more soon.
On with the story.
Phil and I stop what we are doing dead in our tracks, our hands still laced around each other, but not doing anything further. We remain locked in our position like a rabbit in head lights, not wanting to move for the fear.
The moan was on the other side of the door.
It was loud, and sounded very, well… sexual.
I can't help but try and think what, no, who caused it. They aren't meant to be back for another hour or so, this was already prearranged. No one was meant to walk in on us, not for another long while. I lock eyes with Phil, moving our bodies apart slightly so that we are facing the doors of the cupboard, really ready for someone to open the doors and begin to start yelling at us. But that doesn't happen; the moans just keep getting louder, and more frustrated.
I look at Phil, wondering whether we ever sounded that loud, and well, frustrated at the speed of things. I jump lightly towards Phil as a loud bang comes from beside me, the sound of someone being pushed against the side of the cupboard is very notable, as you hear the loud breaths from the person there, and they really seem to be having a great time.
Zip.
Oh my gosh! No, nope. There is no way I am leaving this cupboard now. No way!
Eww… Please not be doing that right next to my head.
I look over to Phil, whose innocent blue eyes are now wide with horror, yep; he knows exactly what is going on out there. Just the reminder of the zipper is enough to send shivers down my spine.
A loud moan erupts from the other side of the door, a moan of pure pleasure, happiness, and really, sounds like sex. I feel myself slinking back into the cup, not wanting to see them doing whatever the hell they are doing. I really don't think you should ever walk in on your friends properly, like stand behind them with a camera or anything. And this is getting quite close to feeling like that.
-Classy scene change, because my old style of scene change didn't work-
I run my tongue down the side of his neck, taking in the taste of his skin; it is like a mixture of computer and noodles, two of Charlie's favourite things. I zip up my bag off the floor, making sure not to spill the crumbs of my biscuits onto the floor of the kitchen. I turn back to Charlie, smiling at him.
He looks flustered, yet ecstatic at the sight of me. I move closer, pressing him further against the side of the cupboard and we begin to slide down it towards the floor, which seems almost a little inviting. Charlie moves first, placing a hand on my back and bringing me closer, pressing our lips together. I smile; this is always one of the more fun things to be doing.
I bite back into his kiss, moving my mouth aggressively over his, stopping most of his motion and taking dominance. I slid my hand down the front of his chest, my tongue exploring around the inside of his mouth. He moans, I think it must just be Charlie, because he moans even when you aren't doing all that much, it still makes me giggle with anticipation, so I slide my hand around the back of his chest, clutching him to me. He wriggles under my hand, feeling like this I something we normally do, which I suppose it is.
Creak.
The sounds of just the boards within the room next door moving ring within my ears, I stop, feeling Charlie turn around underneath me to peer at the door of the kitchen. Someone is in there.
But who?
-Scene change-
Phil moved uncomfortably, as though just the mere thought of what was occurring made him feel a bit weird. I felt it too. He slid backwards within the cupboard, making the boards creak slightly as he slunk closer to me, waiting for the weird noises to be over. I really hope we aren't that noisy.
The motion outside the cupboard stops, the moaning, the breathing, even the faintest sign of life outside the cupboard just seizes.
Shit.
What the hell do we do if they look in the cupboard?
This was not well thought through, what the hell do we do if they try and get out a plate or something stupid? How the hell are we going to get out of this without getting caught, and most of all they are going to be very unamused about what we just heard them doing.
Creak.
Light pools in, blinding me for a moment and I feel my heart begin to skip a beat, waiting for the yelling coming from the other side of the doorframe.
It doesn't come.
Nothing happens, but as my eyes begin to adjust I see what is going on.
A very perplexed looking Alex Day and Charlie McDonnell are crouching beside the cupboard doors, peering in at us, looking as though they were holding their breath so they wouldn't make too much noise, but are now too stunned to let it out again.
Suddenly the entire scary moment is over, but Alex and Charlie begin looking very nervous, still wanting to get into the cupboard for some reason. "Why didn't you tell us you were in here?" asks the rather rushed and slightly annoyed voice of Alex as he begins squishing himself into the cupboard, wriggling past me, then Phil, until he is sitting at the far end of the cupboard, waiting for Charlie to join him.
"I thought you were someone else." I hiss back, feeling Phil move just a little closer to me, as to be just a litter further away from Alex as Charlie begins to squish himself into the cupboard too.
"Well it doesn't matter now. Does it?" he says, looking quite back to his regular bubbly self, the one I remember hiding in my house just to play hide and seek with us. The one that doesn't really care about anything, the rather un-talkative Charlie settles himself into the cupboard, closing the doors behind him as he sits into his place.
"I guess we just all sit here and wait then." Says a rather perplexed Phil who seems a little startled at what has just happened, and personally, I know exactly how he feels. I lean into him a little, listening to the slightly heavy silence that has drifted over the cupboard. I think everything will be fine as long as I do actually get to spend my day with Phil, doing something that is fun.
Click.