I haven't felt this good in a week. Okay, maybe I haven't felt this good in a few weeks. Not that I haven't felt good, but after having to go without for a while, I...appreciate the sex more. I appreciate sex? No. I like it more. Like it sounds better than appreciate it. He didn't do me a favor, if anything, it was the other way around.
...Except it wasn't the other way around. I think we both needed it equally this time. We both needed it a lot.
"Carly."
I hate when he looks at me in that tone of voice. I know exactly what's coming.
We are not starting that again.
"Sam." I replied, matching his tone. Then I killed it with a giggle, on purpose. I can get my way easier when I'm cute about things like this. If I play my cards just right, he'll forget about what he's trying to do and drop the whole thing.
"You should call Alex.""I should." I agreed, leaning over to place a kiss on his bare chest. I know we're both pretty good right now, but I wouldn't mind going another round. As a matter of fact, I'd love it.
( ... )
Don't do that. Stop that. Stop torturing me, it's not fair. I'm trying to be the good guy. It's my thing. I accept that. I'm the slightly more responsible than most of the guys I know/slightly unreasonable nice guy.
"But I'd rather spend time with you. I've been waiting all week for this."
"Me too," I muttered, already starting to forget what I was trying to be so good about. What was it? Damn it, she needs to stop looking at me like that, I can't freakin' remember. What was it. Something about a fight... "But..."
"Do you want to do it again?"
Yes. "Carly, cut it out, come on." I hate myself for doing this to myself. This is so freakin' stupid. Just like her fight with Alex... oh wait, that was what it was.
"Call her. We can go as many times as you want afterwards." If you still want to afterwards. Which you won't. God damn you for that.
No buts. We're not getting into that now. We're having more sex. He was waiting for it, I was waiting for it. We had some; some doesn't mean that we're anything approaching finished. That's not our style. Sam knows that's not our style.
Sam freakin' loves that it's not our style.
...I hate him for corrupting my mind. He owes me a distraction for that tainted thought.
I put my index finger to my mouth and gave him a quiet "Shhh..." before pressing my lips against Sam's again, starting a slow trail of kisses from his mouth down his jaw, to his neck, then his chest, and was trying to continue my way down when he spoke up again.
"Carly, cut it out, come on."
Why does he have to have a spine today?!
"Don't you want me to?" I looked up at him.
I would. In a heartbeat. Maybe then I could have some more fun instead of ruining my night over a damn phone call from a slutty person who is supposed to be my friend.
"Call her. We can go as many times as you want afterwards."God damnit
( ... )
"Go with me as many times as I want and I'll call her afterwards."
No, that can't work. By then, I'll forget. So that can't be how it goes. Even if I'm looking at no more sex for the next year, or whatever, that can't be how it goes. Madsen and Alex owe me so bad, it's not even freakin' funny. And they better know that.
But with that look on her face, I can't tell her no. I can be really subtle about it, but I can't tell her no directly, not when this is the last way I want to do things.
"Car."
Subtle enough. I'm not giving in, damn you. I have to have willpower every now and again, and this is going to be one of those times.
"Call her."
Don't crack. Have resolve. Can't freakin' crack. Must keep it together. God damn it...
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I haven't felt this good in a week. Okay, maybe I haven't felt this good in a few weeks. Not that I haven't felt good, but after having to go without for a while, I...appreciate the sex more. I appreciate sex? No. I like it more. Like it sounds better than appreciate it. He didn't do me a favor, if anything, it was the other way around.
...Except it wasn't the other way around. I think we both needed it equally this time. We both needed it a lot.
"Carly."
I hate when he looks at me in that tone of voice. I know exactly what's coming.
We are not starting that again.
"Sam." I replied, matching his tone. Then I killed it with a giggle, on purpose. I can get my way easier when I'm cute about things like this. If I play my cards just right, he'll forget about what he's trying to do and drop the whole thing.
"You should call Alex.""I should." I agreed, leaning over to place a kiss on his bare chest. I know we're both pretty good right now, but I wouldn't mind going another round. As a matter of fact, I'd love it. ( ... )
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Don't do that. Stop that. Stop torturing me, it's not fair. I'm trying to be the good guy. It's my thing. I accept that. I'm the slightly more responsible than most of the guys I know/slightly unreasonable nice guy.
"But I'd rather spend time with you. I've been waiting all week for this."
"Me too," I muttered, already starting to forget what I was trying to be so good about. What was it? Damn it, she needs to stop looking at me like that, I can't freakin' remember. What was it. Something about a fight... "But..."
"Do you want to do it again?"
Yes. "Carly, cut it out, come on." I hate myself for doing this to myself. This is so freakin' stupid. Just like her fight with Alex... oh wait, that was what it was.
"Call her. We can go as many times as you want afterwards." If you still want to afterwards. Which you won't. God damn you for that.
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No buts. We're not getting into that now. We're having more sex. He was waiting for it, I was waiting for it. We had some; some doesn't mean that we're anything approaching finished. That's not our style. Sam knows that's not our style.
Sam freakin' loves that it's not our style.
...I hate him for corrupting my mind. He owes me a distraction for that tainted thought.
I put my index finger to my mouth and gave him a quiet "Shhh..." before pressing my lips against Sam's again, starting a slow trail of kisses from his mouth down his jaw, to his neck, then his chest, and was trying to continue my way down when he spoke up again.
"Carly, cut it out, come on."
Why does he have to have a spine today?!
"Don't you want me to?" I looked up at him.
I would. In a heartbeat. Maybe then I could have some more fun instead of ruining my night over a damn phone call from a slutty person who is supposed to be my friend.
"Call her. We can go as many times as you want afterwards."God damnit ( ... )
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No, that can't work. By then, I'll forget. So that can't be how it goes. Even if I'm looking at no more sex for the next year, or whatever, that can't be how it goes. Madsen and Alex owe me so bad, it's not even freakin' funny. And they better know that.
But with that look on her face, I can't tell her no. I can be really subtle about it, but I can't tell her no directly, not when this is the last way I want to do things.
"Car."
Subtle enough. I'm not giving in, damn you. I have to have willpower every now and again, and this is going to be one of those times.
"Call her."
Don't crack. Have resolve. Can't freakin' crack. Must keep it together. God damn it...
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