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Natalie’s POV

“Are you okay?” Brendon asked me once we were safely back inside his room. I nodded and stepped out of my heels, sitting on the dresser and watching him. “Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m fine. I promise.” I replied, swinging my legs.

“Good.” He replied, staring at me and taking a seat on the closest bed.

“So, let’s have those drinks now?”

“Of course.” Brendon said with a smirk. He walked over to the minibar and tossed me a mini bottle of rum out of it, filling two small glasses with ice. “I’m really proud of you.”

“Really, why?” I asked, pouring the contents of the liquor bottle into the glass he handed me.

“Because you didn’t back down from him. And if the way he acted tonight was any indication of how he treated you, he doesn’t deserve you at all.”

I smiled.

Brendon always knew what to say to make me smile.

And I don’t even think he did it on purpose. Above everything, even our obvious attraction, Brendon was my friend and that was important to me. It brought along a whole new issue. Did I really want to put our friendship on the line? What if I messed things up somehow? What if he lost interest? Where would that leave us then?

“What are you thinking right now?” He asked, voice smooth and husky from the booze. He pulled a cigarette pack from his pocket and slipped one into his mouth, patting down his shirt pocket for his lighter.

I shrugged. “Just... about how sweet you are.”

He grinned adorably and took the cigarette from between his lips and sat it on the bed. “I think you’re sweet too Nat. So sweet.” He said, standing up and approaching me. I watched him until he stopped directly in front of me, cupping my chin in his hand. I licked my lips quickly, just before he kissed me. I started feeling all warm and tingly, though it was probably the rum, and Brendon took my hand in his, pulling me down from the dresser and leading me back to his bed.

My breath caught up in my throat as I scooted to the top of the bed. He followed, lying next to me with his head on the pillow. I bit my lip and he gently caressed my cheek, tucking my hair behind my ear.

Suddenly he pulled me closer, our bodies pressed together firmly. We were full on making out now, and I was so into it. Feeling so much freer than I had earlier, I relaxed completely into Brendon’s kiss, fully appreciating his skilled tongue and full lips. He was obviously enjoying himself too as he groaned and groped me. “Nat,” He whispered against my ear and gripping the hem of my dress. “Can I?”

I nodded. Brendon began pushing the dress up my thigh slowly. He kissed my lips again, tracing them with his tongue and pulling away. He knelt over me and we locked eyes. Grinning mischievously, he helped me out of my dress, peeling it away slowly and sitting back to admire his handiwork. I leaned up on my elbows, holding his gaze, his big, deep chocolate colored orbs shining and staring right back.

“Well, are you just gonna sit there and stare?” I asked in a sassy voice.

He chuckled and shook his head, running his hands up and down my sides, I held my breath as he found his way around the front, cupping both breasts. He started kissing my neck again, and swiftly unhooked the front clasp of my bra. He pushed the bra aside and covered my boobs with his hands, and took to massaging them both. I swear I heard him moan softly when he kissed his way down and licked each nipple earnestly. It turned me on.

Even through his clothes I could feel him getting hard against my leg as I stroked his hair. He took his time licking and sucking at both breasts, always caressing and kneading the opposite one, making me squirm beneath him.

“I’ve been waiting for this,” He confessed, raising up high enough to meet my lips again. I kissed him hungrily, unbuttoning his shirt. He took over, yanking the shirt off and unbuckled his own belt. I moved my hands up and down his smooth chest and stomach. He was slim, but nicely built and firm.

“Brendon...” I whispered breathlessly as he wriggled out of his snug fitting pants. Our thin underwear was the only material between us and we started kissing again, skin against skin. “Y-you don’t think I’m a slut, do?”

He scoffed. “You actually think I believe anything he said? Of course he’s mad,” He told me in between kisses. “He won’t ever get his hands on you again.” He kissed my neck and shoulders, desperately rubbing up against me. I smirked and began pulling my own panties over my hips.

“I just don’t want... want this to ruin our friendship.” I said in a small voice.

“It wont, it won’t baby. I value... what we have-” Brendon replied quickly, gulping and being helpful with the panty removal. He pulled them down my legs and tossed them to the floor. “Our friendship.” He panted, licking his lips. I wanted to laugh at his expression so badly, but the trailing of his index finger across my slit kept me from doing so. Instead, I moaned, raising my hips against him. He inserted his finger, pumping it in and out while licking at my nipples again.

“Ohhh, I want you. Right now.” I moaned loudly.

He paused. “There’s so much I want to do to you,” He smirked. “But I guess I can wait.”

I nodded anxiously, pulling the waist of his undies.

“Hold on love, just one. More. Minute.” He leaned down and kissed me softly, rolling off the bed. After fumbling around in a suitcase for a while, he made his way back to the bed grinning. He pulled a condom from the package in his hand and tossed the bag onto the other bed. I watched as he slipped his hands into his shorts, letting my knees fall apart.

“Shiiiit.” He groaned, jaw dropping when he noticed I was touching myself. He moaned softly and climbed back onto the bed. He was all over me then, kissing me passionately and pushing my hand away, replacing it with his dick, nestling the tip at my entrance. I cursed, bucking my hips. He whimpered and thrust inside, filling me in one fluid motion.

We instantly synchronized, panting and moaning like crazy, working our bodies against each other. My nipples stiffened and ached as they rubbed against his chest, and he buried his face into the side of my neck, picking up speed.

“Brendon,” I gasped as he pounded me over and over. He barely grunted a reply. “Baby,” I repeated, stroking the back of his neck, near his hairline and he moaned. He was already a sweaty mess, so I kept sweeping his hair back from his forehead. He licked his lips and kissed me quickly, biting down on my lip before pulling back.

He was thrusting harder now, pumping like a mad man and I called out for him, squealing his name, twisting the sheets in my hands. The pressure that was building with each thrust was amazing. I knew I was going to come soon. I moaned for him to keep going harder, going deeper... He complied, already beginning to shake and shudder.

Brendon’s kisses became frantic and sloppy as I worked my muscles on him, making him come instantly. His eyes rolled and closed and he whined ever so adorably against my cheek. I stroked his hair and monitored his breathing as he lay still on top of me. Usually, I would have been upset at being brought to the peak, but left unsatisfied, but just being able to see my effect on him was gratifying to me.

“Are you ok?” I whispered, dropping kisses on his head as he lay there. I could feel that his heartbeat was slowly coming back down to normal.

He nodded.

Once. And didn’t move again.

I bit my lip, smiled and cradled him until his breathing was even and he was fast asleep.

.~

Taylor’s POV

With another couple of drinks, I filled Ryan with the Nat/Carden drama. We laughed at the silliness of the whole situation, but it was a relief to have it over with, Nat had been gone through a lot with that asshole and besides, she really got along with Brendon. Ryan said the only thing Brendon talked about the last week was Nat, so I guess they both wanted this too bad. As the subject ran out I could feel the questions in Ryan’s head. We never talked about me and William, he never asked and I never said a thing, but now…

“Ryan, you’re thinking too loudly.”

“Well, I don’t know…” He said, playing with the ice in his glass. “You know, I didn’t exactly know how to ask without sounding…”

“What do you wanna know?”

“Like… you and Bill. How exactly did it…”

“Alright...” I said with a smile. “Um... it’s kind of a long story.”

“We’ve got all night, remember? I’m all ears.” He said with a half smile. He was so cute…

“Fine, but...let’s get out of here.” I said and finished my drink. Ryan did the same and chuckled.

“You lead. I’m homeless tonight.”

“Yeah, I can see how sad you are bout that…” We walked arm in arm to the elevators.

“I’m totally sad, see?” He said with a fake pout.

“Right…” I giggled and led him upstairs.


Once in my room, Ryan laughed at the fact that we had only one bed for Nat and me. The real reason of why we were always left with the single bed, I never knew, but I guess it had to do with their wicked fantasies about two girls together. We settled comfortably on the king size and I sat Indian style, taking a deep breath.

“Well, it’s been a while since I’ve worked with TAI…” I started. It stung a little, but I felt like I needed it out of my system.

So I told him about when I started touring with him, Bill’s breakdown and how I was there, the making of Santi, how our innocent friendly relationship evolved to friends with benefits, the Christine part of the deal, how I had found out about the baby… basically everything since the first time I met William. Ryan sat by my side listening in silence except to ask a few clarifying questions till I finished with the events of earlier that night, details not included, obviously.

I didn’t even realize I was crying, I don’t usually let myself cry in front of other people, but I was tired and drunk enough not to care.

“So, now you know everything.” I said whipping my eyes and gulping the last little bottle of rum left in the mini bar.

“Then I was right…” Ryan said looking at me from the pillow.

“About?”

“He’s an ass who doesn’t deserve you.” He said with a lazy blink. “It seems that you as well as Nat managed to get rid of them tonight.”

“Yeah, it was about time.” I smiled and lied in front of him on the bed.

Between the alcohol induced dizziness and being dead tired, I managed to get under the covers. I was half asleep when I heard Ryan asking something, I nodded without even knowing what was he asking, but when he spooned me from behind I realized what the question was.

I fell asleep with a smile.