My eyes scan the full house as I wrap my arm around Lou's waist and pull her closer to me. When the invitation came two weeks ago in the mail, I groaned and wanted to throw it out. Stef and Lena decided to throw another Christmas party. My old house filled with moms weird friends, some of my "cousins" and a now five year old Frankie.
Lou's the one who made the choice to come here. Instead of staying in our apartment in Colorado during our tour break, she got both of us plane tickets and dragged me to the airport yesterday night.
"I would not talk to anybody if I were you," I whisper into her ear as I take off my jacket. "They're all moms friends."
Lou just smiles as I start scanning the house again, knowing that I'll have to look upstairs as well if I want to find what I'm looking for. Callie probably wouldn't be here anyways, with being all the way in New York or something like that.
Jesus is the first one to see us when he comes down the stairs, Frankie on his back, giggling and saying something about a dragon. "Hey bro. Long time no see."
I can't but help but smile. "Yeah. Long time no see. How's Haley?" I ask when I realize that she's nowhere to be found.
"Oh god. Don't get me started on her."
I just laugh, and Frankie jumps off his back. "Brandon!"
"Hey princess," I say, picking her up easily. "Jude keeping you company?" I ask her.
"And Connor!" Frankie tells me happily, and I raise my eyebrow.
"Connor?" I ask, surprised that Jude and Connor are still together. They might as well just get married now. "Does he let you play video games with them?"
"Yeah! We were until Jesus came home!"
"That's great. Do you still play the piano?"
Frankie nods. "Yeah. Moms like it when I do. They think I'll be as good as you someday. But I can't sing."
I laugh again as I put her down. "You're already better than me."
Frankie runs off into the kitchen, and Jesus looks at me. "Do moms know that you're here?"
"No. I told them that I might not be able to make it, but Lou dragged me all the way here."
"Aw, man. It isn't that bad to see everybody here again. I can't remember the last time we even ate dinner together." Jesus says, and I want to laugh. Jesus used to hate these kind of things, and now he's telling me that they aren't that bad.
"I guess your right," I say, giving in to the look on his face, and run my fingers through my hair. This can't be that bad. After all, he's right. I can't remember the last time we are dinner together. I'm too busy with touring, Marina and Jesus are in college. Callie's in New York with her own photograph company or something like that. And Jude is starting his senior year of School next year. "Where's Mariana?"
"Oh, she's on the phone with Callie, I think. She's complaining to her about being stuck with all of us without her."
"Typical Mariana." I mutter, and then I hear yelling.
"Brandon! You said you weren't gonna come!" Mariana shouts before wrapping her arms around me. I chuckle before I hug her back when I regain my balance.
"Jesus told me you were just complaining about being stuck with me."
"I didn't want to be stuck with him. Come on, moms don't know that you're here. They'll be so happy when they see you." Mariana says, grabbing my hand and leading me to the kitchen, where I'm rewarded with a lot more people.
"Brandon!" Stef and Lena say happily when they see me, and I can't help but smile at them. I haven't seen them in almost six months, and I really did miss them.
"Yeah, whatever. I'm here."
I pull Lou onto my lap, not caring about the people around me. They're too busy talking anyways. "Brandon, what are you do-" Lou stops suddenly when my lips brush against the soft skin just under her ear: Her weakness.
"Kissing my beautiful girlfriend," I whisper as I push her hair to the side, trailing down her neck slowly. "Is that okay?"
"W-what? Yeah... That's fine." Lou mumbles, causing me to smirk.
The front door flies open, and more people barge in, leaving their coats on the floor. "Brandon!" Lena calls, and I look up suddenly, wishing that Lou would agree to go back to the hotel for the rest of the night. "Will you bring these to your room?"
Lou is suddenly on her feet, and I just nod, taking the coats out of her hands, going up the stairs. "I'll be right back." I tell Lou.
The upstairs looks exactly the same it does the last time I saw it. So does my room, as side from my keyboard, which I take on tour with me. Besides from that, everything is still the same. My dresser, my closest, my Gandalf poster hanging on my wall. I throw the pile of jackets onto my bed, and start looking through my old stack of CD's
I hear my door open, I don't react to it, thinking that it might be Lou, who probably got bored downstairs. "Oh. Sorry."
On instinct, I turn around and look at the girl behind me, her hand resting on the doorknob. She looks the same. The only difference is that her hair is longer.
"Callie?" I feel so stupid being surprised to see her. But to be honest, I didn't think that I would. "We didn't know if you were gonna come."
Callie lets out a small laugh, her hand falling from the doorknob. "You can thank Wyatt."
I let out a small chuckle, and run my fingers through my hair, trying to not let the mention of his name make me upset. Wyatt and I, well, we aren't exactly best friends. Callie is the first one to move again, her fingers slowly running along my desk as she comes closer. "I remember when you would listen to your music when you were mad," She says quietly, and I bite the inside of my mouth to stop myself from doing anything. "I always thought that you were mad at me, and I'd always talk to Wyatt about it."
"I could never be mad at you," I tell her, my hand resting on her bare arm. "It was because I was mad at myself. For... Letting you go so easily. I should want to protect you-" I choke on the words, them seeming useless to tell her now. "To protect you from the sort of boys who want to do to you exactly what I want to do to you."
I hear her breath catch, and she's still staring at me like I'm crazy. Ever since she started to officially date Wyatt, I never told her exactly what I was feeling. I just didn't see any sense in it.
"What exactly do you want to do to me?" Callie whispers, and I want to press her against the wall and kiss her roughly, but I manage to put the thought in the back of my mind as I swallow, working up enough courage to do what I want too.
I could not stop myself. I lean down, my lips grazing her ear as I rest my hands on her hips. "I could show you." I murmur.
I feel her shiver, and her eyes challenged me, like she actually thought that I would never do anything. The adrenaline in my blood, mixed with desire and the recklessness of despair, and I push her against my dresser.
"If you want me to stop, tell me now," I whisper, and when she says nothing, her eyes still challenging me, I brush my lips against her hollow of her temple. "Or now." I murmur as my mouth finds her her cheek, "Or now." My lips trace the line of her jaw and she arches against me, her fingers digging into my sides.
Callie's small, panting breaths are driving me crazy, and I put my lips over hers gently whispering, telling, not asking, "Now."
And I kiss her, gently at first, testing, waiting for her to push me away from her, to mutter something about Wyatt. But suddenly her hands are fists in the back of my shirt, her chest pressing against mine.
Before I can stop myself, I pull my shirt over my head, not caring about who could walk in any second and see us. It's been almost two years since I've seen her, and I plan on making time I see her again worth it. My hands are already under her shirt, pushing up the fabric, wanting everything between us gone. I kiss the crook of her neck, sucking gently, and she moans, her body pressing against mine.
Her bra is still in the way, and I start to side the strap off of her shoulder, my hands sliding down her sides, and she moans. My fingers keep sliding up and down her smooth torso, feeling the slender fabric of her bra on the sides.
"Brandon." Callie whimpers against my lips, and I smile, my lips trailing to her jawline. Her hands slowly sliding up my chest, and when I suck her neck gently, her nails digging into my skin. This time, a moan escapes me.
As my fingers slide down around her hips and to the front, her whole body twitches and leaps.
"Not good?" I ask.
"No," Callie says, breathlessly. "Really good." She murmurs, and I smirk.
"Where?" I whisper into her ear, running a finger along the side of her hips. "Here?"
"No."
My fingers slip more to the front to a spot right where her legs merged with her abs, and as my fingers touch it, she leaps again. "I think we found a spot, Ms. Jacobs." I murmur, brushing my lips against her collarbone.
"I want to find one of your spots now." Callie whispers as her fingers trail down my back, and I shiver. Once her fingers reach the small part of my back, pressing gently, I can't help the moan that escapes my mouth. I can hear the smile in her voice. "I think we found a spot, ."
One of my hands travel down to the waistband of her jeans, tugging on them gently. "I want to find another spot." I murmur, my hand sliding past the waistband and run over her thigh. Her breathing hitches, arching her body against mine.
She's still wearing her bra, and I start kissing her collarbone, my hands sliding up her back, fumbling with the clasp. "Need help?" Callie whispers into my ear, her lips brushing against my neck.
I don't say anything, but her hands find mine and undo the clasp for me, kissing me hungrily as her hands find my hair. I don't know how much time we already wasted, but I don't care. My hands rest on her waist, and I start to unbutton her jeans, surprised when she doesn't stop me. I thought that maybe she would be worrying about somebody walking in, but I don't say anything. Callie kicks her jeans off, my hands already resting on her thighs, slowly moving forward, waiting for her to stop me. When she doesn't show any signs of being uncomfortable, I slide a finger into her. Then slowly a second. She's so tight.
"Fuck, Brandon." Callie whispers, her nails digging into my shoulders. I only get more turned on when I hear my name come from her, and I start pumping my fingers into her. Callie's lips brush against my neck, causing me to pump my fingers into her faster, and she moans.
"Fuck!" Callie says loudly, and I cover her mouth with mine, her hands starting to push down my jeans.
"You have to be quiet." I murmur.
"I don't care, Foster. You started this and I swear to god if you ar-"
I cut her off, not able not hide my smile, laughing. "I get it. Somebody is needy today." Callie starts to say something else, but I kiss her again, making her shut up. I want to stay like this for a long time, but with Lou and Wyatt downstairs, it forces me to face reality.
I quickly forget about them as Callie pulls on my jeans, starting to unbutton them, pushing them off, my boxers soon to follow. I don't waste anytime, and push into her, her nails digging into my sides.
"Brandon." Callie says breathlessly, her hips moving against mine. I picked up a heavier rhythm, knowing full-well how Callie likes it. My pace increases as the volume of her moans did. My name falls effortlessly from her lips in whispers, breathless, pleasured moans.
"Brandon, I'm g-gonna…" She stutters, too overwhelmed to finish her sentence, but I know what she was saying.
"I know, baby; I know…" I exhaled, brushing the damp hairs from her face.
Her back suddenly arches, a single, loud 'Brandon' leaving her mouth. I continue my hard and heavy pace through her orgasm. She was spent, but I was almost there. I finally hit the finish line, my thrusts slowed and gentle. I pull out of her, both of us still breathing heavily.
"When's the next time moms are throwing a party?"