Fabian left the room confused, aggravated, and yes, even somewhat heartbroken. He knew that there was really nothing between him and Joy, but Fabian still did have a crush on her. Who knows, maybe before today, they would've gotten together at some point. But now, after that, it was pretty clear that he and Joy would never happen. It didn't make any sense. Joy had always shown small signs of liking Fabian, but never of liking Mick. He didn't understand it at all.
Meanwhile, back in the bedroom, Mick and Joy hurried to get their clothes back on. "Something tells me we didn't handle that very well," Joy said quietly, somewhat disappointed in herself for doing this to Fabian. She actually really did like him, but it was just that she liked him and Mick about the same, and how was she supposed to choose? The blonde sighed, knowing that Joy was right. In a way, he felt awful for doing this to Fabian as well.
"I'll go talk to him," he said. "Wait here, Joy." The girl nodded and sat back down as the boy exited the room to find Fabian. Well, he wasn't that hard to find considering he was down the hall. "Fabian," Mick called. The boy stirred, shaking his head at the blonde. "I want to talk to you." Hesitantly, the brunette rose and walked towards him.
"What do you want? Haven't you already hurt me enough today?" Fabian wore a look of disappointment and hurt on his face. It was going to be hard to forgive Mick this time. They were best friends too, which made it all the more harder.
"Fabian, I'm sorry…" Mick offered. Fabian pursed his lips and crossed his arms in annoyance.
"You knew I liked Joy! I've told you multiple times before, Mick. I asked you to keep her company while I was gone! Not have sex with her! I don't know if I can forgive you for this, Mick." Fabian started to back away from the boy slightly.
"Fabian, please, I really am sorry. We shouldn't have done it, I know that. If you want, nothing else will happen between me and Joy." Mick hated seeing Fabian upset, let alone upset with him. It practically killed him inside. Fabian shook his head.
"See, that's the problem. I know you like Joy too, and I know that she likes you back. I don't want to deny you two of having a relationship or anything, but Mick, you have to understand that it hurts; liking someone, and knowing that they like someone else." Fabian turned to walk away, but Mick stopped him.
"Fabes…" was all he said before Fabian turned back around and practically threw himself into the blonde's arms. The brunette buried his face in Mick's shirt that he had put on previously, as they hugged. "Fabian, it's okay," Mick coaxed, hugging him back.
"I know, Mick. Thanks," the boy said, pulling away from him. "If you really like Joy, then go, ask her out. I know she'll say yes." Fabian gave Mick a slight smile at this and the blonde returned one.
"Thanks, Fabes. You're a really good friend, you know." The boy smiled at the blonde, before taking off. Mick went back to the room and looked over at Joy, who stood up at the sight of him. She walked over to him with a look of concern on her face.
"Is he okay?" the girl asked. Mick nodded, smiling at the girl. He grabbed Joy by the waist and pulled her closer to him, their foreheads touching.
"He's fine now and everything's alright." Joy smiled and snaked her hands around the blonde's neck. Mick brushed a piece of Joy's hair out of her face before bringing his lips down to hers and kissing her softly. Joy's eyes fluttered closed, smiling into the kiss. Her eyes stayed closed as they pulled away, biting down on her lower lip. She allowed them to open after a minute or two. "Joy," Mick began, looking down at her. "I was wondering if you'd be my girlfriend." Joy's cheeks flushed pink at her surprise.
"After today I don't think I could really say no," she said in a joking manor. "But yes, I'd love to be your girlfriend." A smile emerged from her mouth as she tiptoed to kiss the boy's cheek. Mick pulled her closer into a hug, and they stayed that way for a few minutes. When they broke free, Joy looked up at Mick. "Fabian's not coming back, is he?" she asked, somewhat disappointed.
"I don't think so," Mick said, shaking his head. Joy just shrugged. "If you don't have anywhere else to be, why not stay and talk for a bit?" Mick asked. Joy smiled and nodded.
"I'd love to!" With that, the two sat back down side by side and just talked for a bit. It was a great way to get to know more about each other. Mick was glad that Joy had agreed to be his girlfriend, and he was glad that Fabian was somewhat okay with it. He would get over Joy eventually. In fact, he would get over her sooner than he thought.
Later on that same night, Fabian had gone up to Patricia's room after dinner to hang out and watch a movie. It was Patricia's idea actually, and Fabian gladly said yes. Joy was downstairs with Mick, so it wasn't like she'd interrupt them. Patricia had put the movie on in her laptop and sat it at the end of her bed so that they could both see it. They watched the whole movie, chatting at some times between scenes-talking about their favorite parts or what not. When the movie was over, Patricia shutdown her laptop and closed it, putting it away. "So, what do you make of Joy and Mick then?" Patricia asked him, sitting back down beside him.
"I guess I was upset at first, but if they're happy together than who am I to object?" Fabian said, shrugging his shoulders. Patricia sighed, and looked him in the eyes.
"You know, they're not the only ones that can be happy together," she said, smirking at him. The look on the redhead's face scared the boy a bit, in a nervous/confused sort of way. He looked back at her, a confused expression on his face.
"What do you mean?" he asked her, curious to know, and yet not quite wanting to know. She just laughed, and smiled at him again. Patricia moved closer to Fabian, putting her hand on his inner thigh.
"I mean," she said suavely, moving her hand up his leg. "Your best friend and my best friend just hooked up. If they can, why can't we?" Patricia leaned closer to Fabian, and tried to kiss him. Reluctant to the girl's actions, the boy leaned the opposite way away from her.
"Trixie…" he started, as he sometimes called her. Patricia sighed, pouting slightly.
"Oh come on!" she said, moving closer to the boy. "Why won't you at least just kiss me? I like you, you know. More than Joy did or ever would." She started moving even closer to him, causing him to back further up the bed until he couldn't back up any farther.
"Patricia," Fabian tried to object. The redhead smirked at him, crawling up the bed towards him. Soon she had his legs pinned to the bed with her knees and held his arms down also, with her hands. "Patricia what are you doing?" The boy wore a look of panic and confusion, which amused the girl.
"Shh," Patricia whispered smiling at the boy. She leaned closer to the boy by flattening her back so that she was on all fours. Her blouse hung down as she did this, purposely so that Fabian could see down her shirt. The brunette's eyes widened at this, his jaw dropping.
"P-Patricia," he stammered, looking away from the girl's chest and back up at her. "Y-your shirt…" She just laughed at the boy, bringing her face just inches from his.
"I know," she smirked. Lowering her face even further, Patricia laid a long kiss on the boy's lips. It lingered as she pulled away only slightly. Fabian was breathing deeper than before, panting even. The redhead touched her nose to his. "You can look, you know," she whispered rather seductively. Fabian swallowed hard.
"I don't want to," he told her. Although, it was more like he was telling himself. Another long kiss came down on him; hard.
"Yes you do," Patricia coaxed. "I can tell you're lying, you know." She brought her lips to his ear, and whispered to him. "You say you don't want to look, but I can tell you're you fighting the urge." Patricia sat up so that only his legs were pinned. In one quick move, the redhead took off her shirt, revealing her lacey red bra. Fabian immediately shut his eyes, and swallowed again.
"Patricia, I don't feel very comfortable with this…" Fabian choked out. She was correct, in a way. He was conflicted about going forward with this. He knew that if he did kiss her back, or go along with what she was doing, it would make him want her even more. There had always been a part of him that liked Patricia as well as Joy. The only thing that was really stopping him was the fact that he was a virgin. He wasn't positively clear about whether Patricia was or not, seeing as she seemed to know exactly what she was doing.
He was resisting so far, but the girl wouldn't have it. She crashed her lips back onto his, and started unbuttoning his shirt as well. His eyes remained closed as she did this. It was starting to bug her that Fabian wouldn't play her way. She wanted him, and she intended on getting him.
"What's it going to take to get you to play along?" she whispered in his ear. "Do I need to convince you?" Fabian slowly opened his eyes, looking straight into her blues.
"What exactly do you mean by that?" Patricia laughed. It was obvious that he was holding back on kissing her as well. She could feel his arms and legs tense up beneath her every time she kissed him or showed skin. The redhead unpinned the boy's arms only to push his shirt off of him.
"You'll see," was all he got for an answer. His arms were pinned once more, as he felt the girl's soft, warm lips on his skin; kissing down his neck and biting down on his collar bone. A soft moan came from Fabian's mouth and he shut his eyes yet again. The girl smirked, and took one of the boy's hands, placing it on the small of her back. She pulled away long enough to say keep it there, before kissing him again on the lips. She took his other hand-and he willingly let her-and put it to her breast. After a minute, the girl leaned closer to him and mumbled; "I want you, Fabian. I know you want me too."
Fabian pulled away from her for a second. "You're wrong," he mumbled. "I don't just want you, I need you." He brought his lips back to hers and kissed back. His hand went lower than the small o her back, squeezing her butt and breast gently. Patricia moaned softly into the kiss and smiled even, deepening it. Her hands went to the buckle of his belt, undoing it and sliding his jeans off, running her hand down his body. Fabian wasn't exactly as toned as Mick was, let's say, but he was toned more than she expected. A slight smile came to her at this thought.
Fabian brought his hands to the top of Patricia's skirt, not hesitating to pull it off of the girl. It fell to the floor with his jeans. His fingers traveled up and down her skin, exploring her body. She usually wore fishnet tights, but hadn't today. Fabian pressed his lips harder against hers, slipping his tongue into the kiss as well, which pleased Patricia. The red-haired girl continued to run her hand down Fabian's body, going down to his boxers and feeling the hardness behind them. As much as she was enjoying the kiss, she pulled away and looked down at the boy. "My bra, Fabian," she managed.
Fabian fumbled to unclasp her bra at first, but managed to get it off of the girl; it falling to the ground as well. He brought his lips up to the girl's neck, leaving a trail of lingering kisses all the way down to her chest and breasts. Patricia moaned softly each time his lips moved down her neck, or when he bit down on her. The boy brought his hands down the girl's back, to the top of her underwear that conveniently matched her bra. His fingers played with the lace on the hem for a few seconds. Patricia pressed her chest against Fabian's and sucked on his neck, biting down on his collar bone and hearing him moan under his breath.
Everything that Patricia did, or was doing was completely turning him on. He knew that he wanted her; that he needed her. This feeling wouldn't go away until he had her. His fingers slid under the hem of her panties and began sliding them down her legs. "Patricia," he mumbled. "Please, do something. The girl smiled, pulling away from his neck.
"Only if you give me a good enough reason why I should," she teased, running her fingers lightly over his torso. In the meantime, the redhead pressed her lips to his, starting with a light kiss. Fabian whined in complaint.
"God Patricia," he muttered before the kiss. "Why do you have to be such a fucking tease?" Patricia smirked at the boy. Fabian wasn't one to swear much, so hearing him do it was amusing.
"Shush," Patricia hushed, kissing him lightly again. "Come on, I'm waiting." Fabian closed his eyes for a second, thinking of what to say.
"I want you, Patricia. More than I've ever wanted anyone, or anything else," he confessed. Patricia smiled, kissing his neck. She wanted him to continue. "Everything about you is perfect, and makes me want you even more." This got Patricia to leave a small trail off kisses down his chest, tonguing him some as she went. She even went as far as to gently tweak his nipple. A short and quick gasp came from him as Patricia did this, followed by a low moan. God, he wanted her.
"Go on," the girl coaxed, as she went back to kissing down his chest. Fabian swallowed hard before continuing. He ran his hands up and down her body, thinking.
"Everything you're doing, and everything you've done; it seriously turns me on. You don't know how hard it is to resist you right now." As he spoke, Patricia proceeded to kiss down his body until she came to the hem of his boxers, where she stopped.
"And?" she asked softly, waiting for that one final part. She continued to kiss along the hem of his boxers until he finished.
"Everything about you is just so sexy, that it's impossible to resist you. I've never felt like this with anyone else." Everything he was saying was true, and he realized just how true it was. She drove him insane, but in the best way. Patricia pulled away, smiling at him, and crawled back up to him to place a long kiss on his lips. Her hands went to his boxers, pulling them down all the way. Patricia put one hand on Fabian's chest as she continued kissing him. "Please, Trixie," he managed through kiss. "Please." The redhead lowered herself onto the boy slowly so that he was all the way inside of her. Both of them moaned loudly at this. "Oh god…" he spoke out.
Fabian couldn't resist pulling the girl down even closer to him, passionately kissing her and slipping his tongue into it as well. Patricia rolled her hips into his, and kissed back. "Well," she said, pulling away slightly and looking down at the boy; both of their eyes glazed with lust. "Take control." Fabian grabbed her face gently in his hands, kissing her again. He flipped them so that he was now on top of her. Sliding out of the girl, Fabian traced over her stomach with light fingers, still kissing her. He moved from her lips to her neck in an instant. "Fabian," Patricia began to say, arching her back slightly.
The boy didn't give her time to answer before pushing back into her. Want and desire was taking over the both of them. They both wanted it, and were clearly enjoying it. "Fuck!" she cried out loud. "God, Fabian…" she added, along with other noises incapable of using other proper English. "Again," she whispered, digging her nails into his back and arching hers. Fabian obeyed her request, and did the same thing to her again, rolling his hips into hers. One hand on her breast, the brunette kissed down the girl's chest, biting her gently. Patricia moaned beneath him as she continued rolling her hips into his.
Fabian slid out of the girl again, only to thrust back into her faster and harder than before. Patricia was expecting that, as she threw her head back and practically screamed, moaning louder than ever. Her eyes slammed closed, and her fingers went straight for the brunette's hair, tangling in it immediately and pulling on it slightly. "You're fucking beautiful, you know that?" Fabian asked the girl. A small smile escaped her lips as she crashed them onto Fabian's.
After a few minutes, Patricia whispered in his ear; "I'm close." The orgasms started shortly after that, and she reached her climax just before Fabian did. After getting dressed back into their underwear, the two lay on their backs facing the ceiling, snuggled together under the covers. Patricia had her head on Fabian's shoulder, and both arms wrapped around him, hugging his body. Fabian on the other hand, had on arm wrapped around the girl and the other across his abdomen.
They had turned the lights off, but could still see from the moonlight through the window. Patricia looked like she could fall asleep any minute. "I should head back now," the boy said softly. Patricia gave her head a light shake and muttered 'stay.' He looked down at the girl as her eyes fluttered closed. "But what if Victor finds out? Or if Joy walks in?" Patricia hushed the boy.
"He won't find out. Plus, the door's locked. Please stay?" the girl asked nicely. He agreed, and Patricia smiled to herself rather, letting her mind drift off and go to sleep. After a while of watching the girl sleep, Fabian started to fall asleep himself. After all, they were both practically exhausted and it was almost 11. The only reason they didn't have to hear the curfew call was because it was Friday night. Fabian gave Patricia a very light kiss on her forehead before actually falling asleep next to her.