the bet • bad omens
pairing: all bad omens members x fem!reader
words: 8.4K
warnings: 18+, fwb and lust, smut with each member (you are the bet lol)(penetration pls wrap it b4 u tap it, male!receiving, photos taken, fem!receiving, swearing, nicknames: pretty girl, princess, good girl, baby girl), jealousy, mentions of alcohol/smoking/edibles)
summary: each of them want you- so they decide to make a bet.
note: this is purely self indulgent and filthy lmao, i hope you enjoy.
PS. THIS IS A FANFIC ABOUT REAL PEOPLE IN FICTIONAL SCENARIOS. I AM NOT IMPLYING THIS IS HOW THESE PEOPLE ARE IRL OR THAT THIS SITUATION WOULD HAPPEN. IT IS FOR FANFIC PURPOSES ONLY!
Folio finished licking the wrapper, rolling the buds to form a joint and twisting the end, smiling down at his handy work. Noah sat across from him on the couch, while Jolly opened a beer on the left, placing it on the coffee table.
Ruffilo sat next to Noah, the two sharing a bag of chips and rambling about their prior super smash bros session.
“I always win on little Mac,” Noah mumbled, still salty that Nicholas kicked his ass as Ganondorf.
“Do you?” Ruffilo laughed, shovelling a few chips in his mouth, “I think it’s time to leave little Mac behind.”
Noah sent him a glare in response, before eyeing Folio.
Nick lit the joint, taking a slow drag before blowing the smoke out his nose and leaning across the table to hand it to Noah.
It’s been a while since they got to enjoy each other’s company like this. With five consecutive days off until their next show, and only one day of travel between- this was the longest time to relax that they’ve had this whole tour.
Noah sucked the smoke into his lungs, before passing it to Nicholas, “Man, I’m so glad we finally have some time to catch up on sleep.”
All of them nodded their heads in agreement, sinking into their seats.
Jolly now held the joint between his fingers, rolling it between them, “I don’t think I’ve caught up… ever.”
Nick agreed, scrolling on his phone and hooking up to the room’s speaker, “I’d like to get out and enjoy the scenery too. Go for a walk like a normal human or some shit.”
Noah hummed in agreement, sitting up to take a sip of his water. The room became hazy in no time, the smell of weed pungent and stagnant within the small room; and the conversation jumped from topic to topic.
Eventually, each of them became quiet, only the music ringing between the walls anticipating Nicholas’ question.
“Where’s Y/N? Did she go to bed?”
Noah’s eyes flicked over to Folio, analyzing his expression before darting to Jolly, who stared at the can on the table.
Ruffilo’s gaze danced between the boys as they sat quietly until Jolly spoke.
“Nah. She goes to bed late. Probably busy doing something with Matt.”
His name echoed between each of the members, ringing in their ears with resentment. They loved Matt, but the amount of time he got to spend with the one girl that drove them all mad, made them question his motives.
Folio took a quick puff, passing it over the table to Nicholas, “You think they’ve hooked up?”
Jolly took a long sip of his beer, face scrunching subtly.
Noah shrugged, eyes rolling in annoyance at the thought.
“What,” Nick laughed, gaze narrowing in hinted understanding with his friend, “jealous?”
Noah coughed from the weed, and accusation, waving his hand in front of his face to help dissipate the everbuilding smoke; but the word hung heavy in the enclosed space.
Noah, Folio, and Ruffilo all tried to hide their envious glances towards the eldest member, who chugged the remainder of his drink before twisting the empty can in his fingers.
Anything to distract himself from the tension.
To say you affected the boys was an understatement. They were completely enamoured by you, obsessed with every smile, every laugh, every lingering touch.
You had joined their crew a year ago, partnering with Matt on sound mixing during their live sets. You were a phenomenal addition to their ever-growing team and a much-needed asset. However, your work ethic and talent weren’t the only things that had them engrossed.
Every time you sat next to one of them, or even looked in their direction- each was ready to fold, not afraid to fall onto their knees and succumb to your every desire. If only you asked them to.
And the one lucky bastard who got a sweet taste of your alluring, lascivious touch one night three months ago? The one who remained silent at Folio’s burdensome allegation?
Jolly kept his eyes on the can, playing with the metal tab as he fought the smile that twitched on his lips.
“Fucking lucky asshole,” Folio whined, throwing a pillow in annoyance at the Swede.
Jolly snickered, throwing it back at the drummer who barely dodged it with brows furrowed bitterly.
“It was one time,” Jolly rolled his head back, “and it’s not like we had sex.”
Noah grabbed the joint from Ruffilo, closing his eyes as he inhaled, “Yeah,” he exhaled, “but you got, and I quote, ‘the best fucking head I’ve ever had, hands down,’ end quote.”
Jolly didn’t even hide the wide smile that grew on his lips, earning another pillow being thrown at him, this time from Noah.
God, what the singer would give to have your lips wrapped around him. What the Nicks would do to have a peek at the secrets beneath your hoodie.
“I’d kill to have just one more night with her,” Jolly said.
“At least you had one,” Noah glared. He was jealous. They all were.
It was silent momentarily, before Folio sighed, speaking for the room, “Fuck, what I’d do to get a piece of that ass.”
Noah and Jolly nodded along.
“Same,” Noah ran a hand along his face, “That pretty little mouth of hers? Shit.”
Although Ruffilo agreed with everything they said, he needed to bud in, “Don’t like, objectify her.”
Noah immediately scoffed, turning his head to face his best friend, “Don’t act like you don’t think about what it would feel like getting your dick sucked by her.”
Nicholas shrugged, reaching into the chip bag, “I mean yeah, Y/N’s hot-” He wanted to continue to discuss her wonderful personality- but Noah interjected.
“See? Point proved,” He said, passing the blunt to Jolly.
“She’s got all of us dick whipped bro,” Nick shook his head, taking a swig of his beer, “and she’s simply just existing.”
Jolly laughed, sitting up in his chair, “I bet she’d suck my dick again. At least once more.”
Nicholas raised a brow, hiding his jealousy with a handful of chips.
“Yea?” Noah leaned onto his knees, elbows perched on either one, “I bet she’d let me rail her.”
The slanted smile that grew upon Jolly’s face said it all as Nick took the last puff of the blunt, before tossing it into the ashtray, “Hey- I bet I could do both.”
The three of them shared a glance, then turned to Ruffilo.
“I bet all that and more,” He said, head resting on his palm.
“How does one win then?” Noah began, raising a brow.
Jolly crossed his arms over his chest in contemplation, “first to do anything sexual wins.”
Noah shook his head, “No because you automatically have a one-up. First to get two consecutive nights with her wins.”
“Winner gets what exactly?” Folio asked, staring between the boys.
Nicholas sat back on the couch, shrugging his shoulders at his suggestion, “Dibs?”
A stare-down commenced before Jolly leaned forward to place his hand above the coffee table. Nick joined, his hand on Jolly’s before Noah and Nicholas followed, stacking their hands and signing away their pride.
“Ok, Bet.” Folio’s smirk lit up his face.
“Bet.”
=
You were completely oblivious to the deal behind the door as you knocked on the wood with your foot, arms full of various snacks. Matt stood next to you, carrying boxes of drinks as you waited for the door to open. Their talking quieted as the knob turned, the drummer nervously coughing. The smell of weed slapped you in the face as the dank haze that flowed out filled your lungs.
Folio’s eyes remained fixated as he held the door, a faint blush tinting his cheeks as you nodded gratefully at him, walking past and into the room. The immediate silence from the members as you headed to the counter made your chest tighten, nerves running to the ends of your fingertips.
You weren’t oblivious to the stares as each of the boys watched you place the items on the faux marble, their gazes lingering longer than usual. There was an odd energy in the room you couldn’t quite put your finger on, but when you turned back around each of them quickly distracted themselves with their drinks or snacks.
Flashing them a small smile you hid your overthinking thoughts. Maybe they didn’t want you here.
With a nervous breath, you swallowed that thought, reaching for the can Matt held out to you.
“Sorry that we took so long. We did a quick rehearsal for Friday, then ran to the store.”
Noah glanced at you quickly before averting his eyes, Nicholas doing the same. Folio sat back down on the couch, Matt plopping next to him with a grunt.
The room felt heavy as they continued to bounce silent words between each other, the challenge of the bet, unknown to you, sinking in their minds.
Matt took a sip of his drink, scanning each of his friends and their demeanour, “The fuck is wrong with y’all?” he said, scoffing with a raised brow, “Why are you acting like a bunch of fucking weirdos.”
Nicholas coughed, taking a swig of his drink before handing the bag of chips to Noah, who immediately shovelled a handful into his mouth as if avoiding the question.
“We were just having a deep conversation before, is all,” Jolly clicked his tongue, staring at you longingly before turning his attention to Matt, “How did the rehearsal go?”
Standing there awkwardly for a moment you swung your legs, a way to distract yourself, before looking at the taken seats. Tuning out Matt’s rambling you didn’t know where to sit, until you noticed the arm of the chair Jolly sat on.
You were decently close to Jolly- considering his cock was shoved down your throat during that one drunk escapade- but all things considered, you knew he wouldn’t mind if you sat next to him there.
As soon as you walked across the room you felt each of their gazes burning into you, watching every move you made. Jolly's brows raised in surprise as you approached him, and you hummed nervously before taking a seat on the hard arm of the chair.
Giving them all a curt smile you took another sip, staring at the carpeted ground.
“Surely that can’t be comfortable love.”
Jolly’s accent was thick, snapping you away from your thoughts.
“Here,” he tugged your wrist, motioning for you to sit on his lap, “Trust me I don’t mind.”
“Oh-” was all you could say, before allowing his hands to grab your hips, pulling you down onto him.
You chewed on the inside of your cheek, trying not to wiggle too much above the guitarist, but needing to get comfortable. His fingers still gripped your hips, moving with your shifting.
Nick’s eye-roll and Noah’s snarl went unnoticed, but you caught a glimpse of Nicholas’ clenched fist, his knuckles tightening momentarily.
“Are you sure?” You mumbled, shaking your head, “I’m okay on the arm, or even the floor-”
Jolly laughed, the melodic sound leaving the hairs on your arm to stand. His enigmatic personality always left you nervous, “I am more than sure.”
Matt picked up the conversation again, the boys finally joining at a more normal pace; but your mind felt foggy as one of Jolly’s hands crept from your waist, down to the top of your thigh.
He stilled his movements for a few minutes, your chest tightening.
“Maybe we can go to an aquarium, or-” The thought was cut short, breath caught in your throat once you felt Jolly’s inked fingers rubbing up and down your skin, slowly reaching to squeeze the inside of your thigh.
With your gaze kept forward you took another sip, “-a movie?”
Matt’s eyes wandered to Jolly’s hand, squinting in confusion momentarily before standing up to grab one of the snacks you picked from the counter.
“I’m down for whatever,” the blonde said, tossing you a bag of candy.
Smiling at him gratefully, you opened the bag and took a piece, using it to distract you.
“I like the sound of a movie,” Noah said, staring at Folio as he spoke. He tried to hide the ever-growing jealousy in his chest, “Haven’t been to one with people in forever.”
“Why is it you like going alone again?” Folio asked, eyes locked on Noah, shielding his vision from Jolly.
Noah laughed, “No handjobs, just me and my vitamin water.”
You tried listening to their conversations but felt the swede shift beneath you, slowly guiding your hips in a circular motion.
Jolly’s growing arousal pushed against you from beneath, leaving your stomach swirling at his advancement. You crossed your legs in an attempt to squeeze your desire, but he knew. He knew the effect he had.
The way his fingers kept kneading at your thighs left your heart pounding.
As the boys began dragging on about Elden ring, Jolly adjusted to whisper in your ear, “You forgot something in your room, right?”
Heat rose to your cheeks, goosebumps adorning your skin at your growing lust. All you could do was nod before standing up, taking another quick sip and tossing the can into the bin.
The conversation stopped as you walked toward the door, Jolly standing up from the chair.
“Where are you going?” Nicholas asked you, biting his lip to distract himself from the envy that grew in his chest. They all knew.
“I just- forgot something in my room.”
Once you left all eyes turned to Jolly, the smug smile on his face radiant in satisfaction.
Folio stood up, pointing an accusative finger, “You just- I- that’s cheating.”
Jolly grabbed the hair tie off his wrist, pulling his dark strands into a quick bun as he walked toward the door.
Turning to face his competitors, his best friends, he smiled, “Don’t hate the player. Hate the game.”
=
Jolly’s mouth moved with yours as he held you on top of the desk in your room. You didn’t think you’d be in this position with him again, but you didn’t mind.
“Do you think about that night often?” He asked, hands holding your hips in place.
You’d be lying if you said you didn’t think about your previous night with him, but you always tried to push the thoughts away. You didn’t think anything would happen again, and you knew deep down you couldn’t continue anything with him.
You liked him, sure, but weren’t committed to the idea of a relationship.
One more night wouldn’t hurt, right?
“Sometimes,” You whispered, hands clasped around the back of his neck, “do you?”
Pulling you off the desk he held you close to him, lips devouring yours for a second longer, “More than I probably should.”
His admission made your knees weak. You didn’t care if they were only words of infatuation, you loved the effect you had on him.
Taking your hand you tugged on his belt, letting your hand rub along his covered erection. Jolly’s immediate whimper made you smile against his lips.
Allowing yourself to kneel before him you pulled the leather apart, undoing the zipper.
He was sensitive to every touch, eyes never leaving you, absorbing every movement you made. Knowing this you couldn’t help but tease him, leaning in to graze your teeth over himself in his underwear.
Looking up at the swede through your lashes he watched, lips parted in need as you pressed your tongue against the tip, still using the cotton as a barrier.
Jolly’s fingers ran through the side of your hair, tangling in the strands as you took a finger, gliding it between the hem of his boxers. He shook his head, giving you an exasperated smile. Finally tugging down the fabric you ran your tongue along the length, swiping along the head before trailing back down.
“You’re going to be the death of me,” He breathed, the teasing smile causing him to lick his lips. You were titillating to him.
“Why not give you something more to think about?” You shrugged, taking your hand to hold him, before wrapping your mouth around him. The immediate relief on Jolly’s face made you chuckle along his cock, the taste of his pre-cum salty against your tongue.
Swirling around the tip you swallowed him, taking everything he offered as best you could before pulling away, allowing the string of saliva to follow.
You twisted your hand around, using your saliva to assist your movements before taking him into your mouth again, sucking and pressing your tongue along the base.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his other hand replacing yours on his cock, holding it up to your mouth.
You clasped your hands behind your back, only using your mouth as you bobbed along, being sure to keep your eyes on him.
He watched you with furrowed brows, the crease in his forehead evidence of his growing orgasm. His hips slowly rutted into your mouth, matching your movements in a synchronized wave.
“Shit princess, you’re so fucking hot.”
His encouraging words made your face warm, cock buried in your throat as you gagged along him.
“let me take a picture of you. A memoir if I may?”
You pulled off of him, using your hand momentarily as you thought, “Only if you keep it to yourself.”
Jolly smiled, reaching for his phone on the desk, holding it above you, “Of course.”
Using your hand you stroked him as you sucked, until Jolly spoke.
“Just your mouth,” He whispered, “That’s it.”
You held your hands behind your back once again, being sure to look up into the camera.
Jolly continued with praises until you felt him stiffen, eyes fighting for closure.
A deep groan crawled from him as he held you along his cock, release hitting the back of your throat. Closing your eyes you swallowed all of him, sticking out your tongue
“That’s a good girl,” He ran his fingers along your scalp.
Standing up you helped him with his pants, pulling them back over his waist and putting his belt back together. Jolly leaned into your body, holding your jaw as he kissed you once again.
“Let me take care of you,” He said between kisses, and you pulled away smiling.
Looking at the clock on the nightstand it was well past 2 am, and you needed some sleep before travelling tomorrow.
“I love sucking you off, so don’t worry about it,” You said slowly, leaning in to give him a quick kiss, “but I need sleep. Rain check?”
Jolly’s eyes flashed with something you missed, fighting back a cocky grin, “of course. you know where to find me.”
Once the guitarist made it back to his hotel room, the boys were still sitting in their spots, glaring daggers towards him.
“One down. One more to go,” Jolly said, licking his bottom lip in accomplishment as he thrust into the air, showing off.
“Dick,” Noah mumbled, to which Matt stared at his friends, confused once again.
“I’m missing something,” The blonde shook his head.
=
After hours of travelling, you were exhausted, the crew pulling up to the next hotel. Things were going smoothly until checking in at reception.
“What do you mean we’re short a room?” Matt said to the lady, clearly confused, “We’ve had this booked for weeks.”
“I’m sorry but you only had three rooms in the original booking.” The woman was sympathetic, hands folded in front of her, “There aren’t any more available but we can put a cot in one of the rooms.”
The one thing you respected about the boys was how they always gave you a room to yourself; but it would be ok to share for a night, wouldn’t it?
The boys looked at each other, before shrugging.
“I guess that’s fine,” Matt said.
Looking at them you scratched your arm nervously, “I can share my room, I don’t mind.”
“With who?” Folio asked quickly, each of them turning to watch you intensely.
You almost laughed at how weird they were being, before shaking your head, “Uh I don’t care.”
Quickly glancing at Jolly, you knew it would be a bad idea if you two were together.
So you looked at the brunette next to him, his thick brows raising in surprise once he met your eyes.
Nicholas stared at you, blinking rapidly before calming his composure. He wanted to share a room with you so bad. But he knew the others would too. Would you pick him?
When his name fell off your lips he almost yelled, ready to pump a fist into his chest then and there.
“Uh, Ruffilo? Care to share?”
The sweet boy was always one of your favourites, even if you tried to avoid bias between them. He’d be a harmless partner, right?
The way his face flushed a deep maroon made you smile nervously, afraid you put him on the spot.
“Y-yeah, that’s fine with me.” He peered at Noah, who stared at the ground, “That ok with you Noah?”
“Sure man,” Noah’s curt grin made your stomach swirl as his gaze flicked at you, unspoken words lingering in his gaze.
Grabbing a keycard you nodded at Nicholas, who trailed behind you.
You didn’t see how he glanced back at his friends, holding his fingers up in an ‘L’ on his forehead.
Heading various scoffs behind you, you turned to raise a brow, “What is with you guys lately?”
They all shook their heads as everyone entered the elevator, leaving you to eye Matt who just shrugged, looking as confused as you.
“Tired,” Noah said, his eyes lingering on your figure for a moment too long.
“Hungry,” Folio said, licking his lips as he peeled his eyes away.
Jolly didn’t even glance at you, his face neutral- an attempt to hide his disappointment you chose Ruffilo over him.
He was this close to winning the bet.
Once you got to the room you held the card against the sensor, waiting for the door to click. Opening it, you and Nicholas stood in the doorway, your chest tightening as you entered.
“I don’t mind joining them on a cot-” Ruffilo began, but you gave him a shrug.
There was only one bed, meaning the two of you would be sharing.
“It’s alright with me if it’s alright with you.”
Nicholas only smiled, his nervous wading back as he placed his suitcase into the room.
“I guess we should get ready to go to dinner?”
=
Getting back to the room was a blessing and a curse. You were tired, but also nervous as Nicholas trailed behind you.
As you two got ready for bed you tried to avert your eyes while Ruffilo unbuttoned his shirt in the corner, the brunette glancing at you every so often.
Coughing shyly, you averted your eyes as you grabbed your change of clothes, sliding into the washroom to change.
It felt almost scandalous to be wearing such small shorts and a thin tank top, but you pushed that away and reminded yourself that it was just one night. It would be fine.
Ruffilo sucked in a breath when you walked out, and you tried to hide your staring as he stood there shirtless and in his shorts. Your eyes darted back to his chest, following the lines of his tattoos.
“I hope it’s ok I don’t wear a shirt, I run warm,” He said restlessly as he sat on the edge of the bed. His leg bounced up and down and you suddenly felt bad you asked him to stay here. Maybe he was more uncomfortable with this than you had thought.
“Nicky you don’t have to share with me-”
“No!” He stood up, hands out in reassurance. His reaction made you chuckle as his face warmed again, shaking his head, “I mean, no it’s okay. I- I want to stay here with you.”
“I don’t want to make you uncomfortable,” You said, arms folded across your chest.
“You don’t- I-” He stood there, tucking his hair behind his ear, “I just- You make me nervous, but that’s not a you problem.”
You chuckled again, turning off the main room light, and clicking on the nightstand lamp, “I make you nervous?”
Crawling into your side of the bed, Nicholas followed, tucking himself beneath the covers on the edge of his side, afraid to be any closer to you.
“Why do I make you nervous?” You asked, pulling down the hotel room pillows, and lying on your side to face him.
The bass player followed your movements, facing you as he got comfortable. He closed his eyes, contemplating his words before speaking his confession.
“You’re mesmerizing, Y/N. Everything about you makes my heart pound.” He said softly, his words sinking deep within your skin.
All you could do was stare at him, his grey eyes flickering between your own, waiting for any response.
“Really?” Was all you could say, your stomach swirling with butterflies as you bit back a smile.
Nicholas nodded, hands beneath his head as he watched you with a shy grin.
Your heart began to race as you hid your face in the pillow.
The evening was spent sharing random stories and laughing at each other’s jokes. You couldn’t stop smiling as you and Nicholas turned off your lamps, rolling to face away from each other and letting sleep take over.
However, your mind raced with a chest warm with admiration, before finally falling into a deep slumber.
Waking up you felt a set of strong arms wrapped around your waist, body pressed against your back.
Your limbs were entangled with Nicholas’ body fitting against yours; however, something else caught your attention.
Nicholas’ body was stiff as you accidentally moved your hips into him, trying to pull away slowly- but his grip on your torso tightened, holding you against him.
His cock pressed into you, causing your heart to pound.
God, this would be so wrong, wouldn’t it?
Ruffilo’s hands gripped your hips as he rolled into you slowly, breath brushing across your neck.
Closing your eyes you smiled, contemplating whether to do this or not; but what’s the harm in a quick morning fuck?
You pushed back against him, rutting back and forth along him teasingly. The groan that left Nicholas’ chest caused your body to warm, tingling from the excitement as he squeezed the skin beneath your tank top.
“I want you so bad Y/N,” He whispered against your ear, lips grazing down the lobe, toward your neck.
“Then take me,” you breathed, taking your hand and holding his thigh, pulling him closer toward you.
Ruffilo’s lips attached to your neck, teeth biting along the delicate skin. You allowed him to suck, marking you.
Nicholas hooked a finger in your shorts, pulling them down your legs swiftly as he still spooned you. Taking his inked fingers he dipped them between your thighs from behind, running them thoroughly along your folds.
His touch made you squirm, buzzing from the thrill of him.
“You’re so fucking wet,” he said quietly, a mix of awe and lust as he used your arousal to lubricate his erection.
“I woke up with your cock pressed against me, what do you expect?” You laughed as he lined up to your entrance, pushing just the tip inside.
You cursed as the brunette held your hips once again, nails digging into the skin as he sunk further into you, right to the hilt.
Allowing your body to adjust you moaned at the feeling of Nicholas taking over your body. His thrusts were quick as he held your hips, fucking you from behind as you two lay on the bed.
“Oh my god,” he groaned, his infatuation with your pussy leaving you a smiling mess as he continuously pounded into you, hands worshiping your skin, “you feel so fucking good.”
The lewd sounds that left the both of you filled the room, and once Nicholas reached between your thighs, fingers pressing into your core with a circular motion, you almost screamed at his touch.
You sighed, fingers gripping the white sheets in desire as he thrust deeper.
“I’m not going to last long,” He breathed, leaning in to bite your shoulder as he held you close. His admission pushed you over the edge, his fingers pressing into you, cock buried deep.
With the scream of his name, you clenched around his body. Nicholas pulled out, stoking himself quickly as his release coated your ass, the warmth making you jolt.
The two of you lay there, chests heaving. Nicholas watched you in awe as you turned, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek, and heading into the bathroom to shower.
Your mind spun as your body came down from the orgasm, as Nicholas sat up in bed, high-fiving himself.
One he was just happy to even get a taste of your body, but two, he was officially on par with Jolly.
=
“Point for this guy.” As he approached the boys at breakfast, Ruffilo pointed his thumbs toward himself proudly.
You were busy in the hotel room packing a backpack for the aquarium, and Nicholas knew he had to gloat before you overhead.
“No fucking way,” Folio groaned, while Noah ran a hand down his face.
Nick and Noah felt defeated, both still needing at least one encounter to be even close to winning this bet.
Jolly folded his arms over his chest, sinking into the wooden chair at the breakfast table, “You’re just lucky she picked you to share the room. I would’ve already been calling dibs by now if it wasn’t for that.”
“Sure,” Ruffilo rolled his eyes, “but she picked me!” With a radiant smile, he dug into his breakfast, the eggs tasting even better than normal.
You and Matt walked into the room, stopping at the table. Nicholas met your eyes momentarily, both of you flushing as you recalled this morning’s events.
“To the aquarium?” Matt asked, snapping you out of the trance, and Ruffilo shovelled down the rest of his food.
Folio ran a hand through his hair. It was now or never, and he didn’t want to lose.
Standing up he adjusted his shirt before approaching you, wrapping a hand around your wrist and leading the two of you out of the restaurant.
“Where are we-” you began as the drummer tugged you behind him, pressing a finger up to his lips to shush you.
His hand was warm as it held you taught against his side, pulling you out one of the back doors.
“Nick, where are we going?” You asked but moulded into his touch, allowing him to pull you freely.
He didn’t say anything as you two made it outside before pulling out a small bag. Two square gummies sat inside the plastic as Folio tauntingly held it up.
“Let’s get high,” He said, letting go of your arm and opening the bag, holding the gummy out to you.
“What?” You laughed, raising a brow.
“Trust me. It’s so fucking fun at aquariums.”
Chewing on your cheek you smiled, “Alright Folio. Bet.”
His eyes clung to yours for a second too long at the word that left your lips.
The two of you took the edibles and you savoured the taste of the berry flavour.
“And now what?” You asked.
Folio shoved the bag back into his pocket, the devilish smirk on his lips eating you alive, “Now we wait.”
=
The two of you were non-stop giggling in the car towards the end of the drive, as Nick reached for your hand, pulling you out of the vehicle.
It felt like a little secret between the two of you, yet everyone in the car glared towards the youngest member.
It wasn't very busy at the aquarium, with only a few people strolling around the different enclosures. You and Folio were glued to each other’s sides, laughing at every single thing until it started driving the rest of the boys crazy.
“What is wrong with you?” Matt asked, pulling you aside. His annoyance mixed with concern made you smile, admiring his care for you.
You laughed, unable to take him seriously as you placed a hand on his shoulder, “Me and Folio took an edible,” the snort that came from your lips made you giggle even harder, Nick covering his mouth in the background, “Sorry Matty, I can’t stop laughing.”
“Jesus,” Matt laughed, shaking his head in amusement, “Why am I not surprised?”
The blonde just smiled down at you warmly, and you pulled away from his interrogation as Folio dragged you toward a tank of angel fish.
“Oh my god, look,” you said excitedly, holding Nick against you as you pressed your face against the tank.
“It’s more fun watching them swim around this way, isn’t it?” Folio chuckled, and you nodded in agreement.
The two of you were attached at the hip, running ahead of everybody and taking in everything you could see.
You were too absorbed with Nick and the Fish to notice the annoyed grumbling that came from Nicholas, Noah, and Jolly
Once you got to the otters, there was a chance to walk outside.
You and Nick followed the wooden pathway to the outside enclosure, taking a seat on a bench.
The peak of the high felt like it was wearing off, and you felt yourself getting a little sleepy.
Resting your head on Folio’s shoulder you closed your eyes, still smiling as the sun beamed against your skin.
“This has been so fun, Nick,” you whispered.
Folio reached for your hand, holding it between his as he placed his head on top of yours, “it really has been.”
Pulling away you sat up, staring at the otters jumping and swimming in the water, until you felt a set of fingers gently reach under your chin.
Following Nick’s direction, he turned you to face him, leaning in slowly.
His heart was pounding so fast that he almost felt scared. What if he didn’t want this to be part of some bet? What if he wanted this to be real?
The closer he got to your lips, the more nervous he felt. This was real for him.
You didn't pull away from him, allowing the drummer to press his mouth against yours. The kiss was delicate and soft, leaving your limbs tingling- a mixture of your inebriation and excitement.
It felt wrong to be kissing him- especially after everything that happened with Jolly and Nicholas- but you couldn’t stop.
His lips were so soft, his kiss growing hungrier as he became filled with need. He reached his hand up to cup your cheek, and you pulled away from him, face warm as your fingers touched your lips.
“Not in public,” you said, giggling as he almost pouted.
“There’s no one out here at least,” Folio whispered, leaning in teasingly, nose touching yours.
Biting your bottom lip you laughed, pressing your forehead against his as you closed your eyes, inhaling the fresh air.
“Ok, then where?” you met his ochre eyes, the deep brown almost enchanting as he watched you longingly.
Folio immediately stood up, eagerly holding onto your hand.
Walking together he pulled you inside, only for you to be stopped by Noah and Matt.
“Whatcha doing?” Noah asked, eyes darting between the two of you. You stared at him, swallowing nervously. You knew that he knew, and it made your ears turn hot.
“Snack,” Folio said, giving them a thumbs up.
“Oh, can we join?” Matt asked, and Noah nodded quickly.
“Yeah, that sounds like a great idea,” Noah said, watching you now.
“Uh,” you began, but Nick tugged on your wrist, pulling you away from them.
“Nope! Bye!” Folio said, sticking out his tongue at Noah, dragging you with him.
You began giggling once again, the high coming in waves. Nick looked around the place until he saw a single bathroom.
Dragging you inside he locked the door behind the two of you, turning to pin you against the frame.
Your laughter stopped as he loomed over you, your heart matching his pace as he kissed you again, tongue pressing against your bottom lip.
With a hand on your chin and a hand on your hip, he held you there, his hips holding you to the door.
You moaned into his mouth, allowing your fingers to trail up into his hair, running them through the gelled strands.
���You have no idea what you to do me, do you?” Nick breathed between kisses, the hand on your hip reaching further down to grip your ass, “To all of us?”
Swallowing his words as he spoke, your chest tightened. Three boys in the last two days? Where was all this coming from?
You weren’t oblivious to their stares or their advances- but it was odd that all of a sudden it felt like a challenge for them to take you on.
And really? You didn’t mind at all.
Folio’s fingers gripped your chin harder, holding you to his mouth as his tongue pressed against yours, before pulling back.
“I won’t let you forget me.” He said, a suggesting smile radiating above you as you looked up at him.
Your body almost vibrated at his words, anticipation ringing in your ears as he led you to the counter, lifting you to sit on the edge.
All you could do was watch as your limbs tingled, and Nick pulled your jeans down your thighs, leaving you exposed in your underwear.
Folio kissed you briefly again before trailing kisses down your neck, tugging your t-shirt down to kiss your shoulder. You lifted the shirt for him, allowing his tongue to dip between the valley in your chest and down your stomach until he was kneeling before you.
Your breathing already felt erratic as you watched him smile up at you, his eyes lidded in lust as his fingers tugged your panties to the side, sinking between your folds.
Nick ran his fingers along your arousal for a moment, before sticking them into his mouth, tasting you.
“Fuck baby girl,” he moaned, positioning his hand at your entrance, “you taste so good.”
He pushed into you, curling and twisting until he found the spot that made your mouth open from pleasure. Bet and all, he wanted to make you feel good- to remember this moment despite who wins.
His attentiveness made your stomach swirl as he kissed the inside of your thigh, trailing towards your desire. Nick pressed his tongue against your clit, flicking momentarily to match the pace of his fingers, before latching his mouth around you.
You covered your mouth with your hand, afraid of the ungodly sounds that fought from your chest.
As your head fell back into the mirror you couldn’t help but rut your hips into his mouth, seconds away from an orgasm as the tension in your abdomen built.
“Ohmygodnick,” you mumbled behind your hand, brows furrowed as your eyes squeezed shut and he ate you out feverishly.
You hadn’t noticed how Nick’s other hand held his erection free from his pants, jerking himself as he devoured your body, hungry for your release and his.
You cried his name as his tongue pressed against you firmly, body shaking against his mouth as you reached your orgasm, your hand pulling his hair.
Nick was seconds behind, the sound of your muffled moans pushing him to his climax as he came all over the floor and his hand.
Pulling his mouth from your body he smiled up at you, lips wet from your arousal. He stood up, and you noticed his mess, smiling shyly at him.
“That’s so hot,” you whispered, causing him to laugh, the two of you now in a fit of giggles.
Folio helped clean you up, then himself, before holding you in a hug.
Melting into his chest you wrapped your arms around him.
“Whatever happens, just know how much I care about you alright?” He said, his words lingering.
=
Two days later the boys were sitting on the bus, almost bored. As much as they loved the days off, the anticipation of the next show always ate away at their nerves.
Jolly and Nicholas were watching YouTube videos, as Folio sat upside down, chucking a rubber ball at the wall.
Noah’s ears rang with each throw, the thunk on the wall driving him crazy.
“Can you cut it out?” Noah mumbled, glaring at Folio.
Nick stopped, raising an accusative brow, “What’s got your panties in a twist?”
Folio knew, but didn’t want to say anything- but Jolly spoke for him.
“He’s just pissed he hasn’t gotten a chance with Y/N yet. Admit it, Noah, you’re gonna lose.”
Noah held up his middle finger, causing Jolly to chuckle.
“Better make a move sooner than later. Even I think Folio’s got a better chance at winning, as annoying as it is.”
Those words made Noah’s skin crawl as Folio beamed beside him, throwing the ball against the wall once again.
Noah had noticed how you’ve been staring at Folio ever since the aquarium, and shit, everyone but him.
The singer stood up, frustration evident on his face and as the ball bounced back toward Nick’s hand, Noah reached over, pushing it across the bus.
“Hey!” Nick snapped, but no one else said anything as Noah left, slamming the bus door.
You sat with Matt outside, sharing memes as you heard the door, an angry Noah storming out.
Sharing a look with Matt you stood up, watching as the Brunette folded his arms in frustration as he paced.
“Noah?” You approached him warily, worry evident in your tone.
His eyes softened when they met yours, but he still held his own body.
He was frustrated, and for what? They all bet on this, and all agreed.
However, the jealousy was starting to get to him, and he didn’t know how much more he could take.
Standing in front of him you felt sad, he looked conflicted, and you didn’t know how to help.
“I’m fine,” Noah said sharply, inhaling quickly.
“You’re clearly not fine,” you said, reaching out to place a gentle hand on his arm. He melted into your touch, face flushing at your care.
“I just need a distraction,” he said, mostly to himself. It was true.
He wanted a distraction from you, but deep down he also wanted you to be the distraction.
You looked at the time on your phone as it was still early in the afternoon, “Want to go see a movie?”
=
There wasn’t much to offer in the theatre, considering it was a random weekday. You decided to let Noah choose the movie, considering you were here for him.
The brunette purposefully picked some bullshit boring movie that nobody would book a ticket to since it was one of the last days it would be showing.
Walking into the theatre Noah pushed you up the stairs by the small of your back, the feeling of his hand lingering even as you sat down at the back of the theatre.
Nobody else was in there, and you suddenly felt jittery that it was just the two of you.
You and Noah sat in silence as the movie began, almost afraid to speak to each other.
The movie was immediately boring, and you kept watching the way Noah nervously rubbed the tips of his thighs, his inked fingers rubbing along his sweatpants.
Eventually, the singer grew the courage to place that hand on your thigh, making you jump slightly from the contact.
Slowly his hands crept up and down your thigh, warmth radiating off of his skin- but you froze as the words came from his mouth.
“I know you fucked all my friends.”
Something about the way he said it made the hairs on your neck stand up, and he turned to look at you, the movie illuminating his features.
His eyes were dark, as they bore into you, “You saving the best for last?”
Your mouth ran dry, unable to respond as he patted his lap, holding your hand to tug you along.
Unsure why you followed, you did, and facing him you placed a leg on either side of his hips, sitting in his lap.
Noah let his hands squeeze your hips before roaming up your body, kneading against your clothes before reaching your Neck.
He lightly pulled you down to his face, mouth inches from yours. His breath was warm as he spoke.
“I bet I can make you cum three times in this theatre.”
Shivering at his words you let him take control. His behaviour and promise alone almost pushed you to the edge, and you didn’t doubt his promise for one second.
His lips brushed yours, but he didn't dare give you a taste as he dipped his fingers into your waistband, sliding them past your underwear and right along your arousal.
He only chuckled at the feeling of your soaked core, knowing that you’d fold the second he put two fingers inside of you.
Noah did just that, pressing his thumb against your clit as his inked fingers sunk into your body.
As he pushed his fingers deeper, thumb rutting in rhythmic circles, he held you up by your neck.
“That’s it, pretty girl,” Noah praised, your mouth agape from the pleasure.
Your body clenched around his fingers and in no time, you cried as he pushed you to your first orgasm.
“Fuck, maybe I can get four in if it's that easy,” he grinned, pulling his fingers away from your core and toward your mouth.
He only nodded toward you, prompting you to take his fingers into your mouth, licking your mess and gagging on them as you did so.
The brunette’s smile was radiant as he watched proudly, before pushing you onto your knees, between his legs.
You knew what he wanted, and Noah had to stop himself from cumming right then and there at the sight of you between his thighs, the place he’s dreamed of many nights.
Pulling down his sweats eagerly, you gripped his cock, leaning in to lick up from the base. You wasted no time in sucking along him, swirling your tongue and bobbing down his body.
“Fuck,” he whispered, pushing you down, thrusting his hips into your throat.
You coughed, pulling back up before sliding down again, using your hand to assist with what you couldn’t take.
“Touch yourself,” he said, sharing a slutty smile as he fucked your mouth, “use your fingers to cum while you suck my cock.”
Obeying him, you took your fingers and found the familiar spots along your desire, pleasing yourself how you knew best to Noah’s words.
It was almost embarrassing how much saliva emanated from your mouth and onto his arousal as you devoured him.
“You’re such a good girl. Jolly was right, you do give the best fucking head.”
Moaning at his words you closed your eyes, gagging on him once again as you worked yourself to another orgasm. Knowing that the boys talked about you made your ears warm, and you were sure Noah would then be talking to them about this.
With one final thrust, you pulled your mouth away from Noah, breath catching in your throat as you came again.
Noah smiled down at you with pride.
Standing up he spread his thighs, stoking himself as he made you turn around with a finger.
“I want to watch your ass bounce on my cock. So turn.”
His hands guided your hips down onto his arousal, relishing in the feeling of how hard he was.
Noah’s groans were erotic as he pushed you up in down, letting you ride him.
He then held you up, using his hips to thrust from underneath momentarily.
Your third orgasm was approaching, the sound of Noah’s whimpers and curses causing you to clench around him in need.
“Fuck don’t do that, I’ll cum,” he hissed, pulling out and pushing you to rest over the railing in front of you. Noah stood behind you now, holding your hips as he thrust into you mercilessly.
He leaned forward, pressing his chest to your back “Let me take you on a proper date tomorrow night, make you mine, yeah?”
Moaning his name you clenched around him and let your body convulse along his cock, letting your third orgasm wash down each of your limbs.
Noah’s breathing was erratic as he pushed you to your knees, holding your chin to his arousal as he stoked himself to his climax.
You took the tip in your mouth, swallowing his release with need, sucking until the brunette pushed you away from the sensitivity.
The two of you stood in front of each other, breathing heavily as your eyes were fixated on each other.
There was no going back now, each of the boys had confessed their need, leaving you a withering mess.
Noah held the back of your head, pulling you in for one more needy kiss, before grabbing your bag for you and pulling you down the stairs.
He was silent on the walk back to the bus, both of you hand in hand.
Your mind raced with what-ifs, memories of each boy taking over the next.
When you two finally made it back, you heard Matt yelling from inside.
“Ya’ll have a bet for her and didn’t even fill me in? Fucking pricks, I woulda had the best shot outta all of yall.”
Looking over at Noah, he ran his fingers through the onyx strands with a nervous smile.
“A bet Noah? Really?”
He nodded, and then the bus door opened, revealing the other boys.
They cursed under their breath as you folded your arms, shaking your head in amusement.
“So who won?” You pried, eyes lingering on each of them for a moment.
“Definitely not fucking me,” Matt mumbled, annoyed.
“I don’t think any of us did,” Ruffilo spoke slowly, looking at each of his friends.
Rocking on your toes you chewed back a smile, “Then I bet I can make you do it all over again.”
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Robert From Next Door | Robert "Bob" Floyd
Summary: You've lucked out with the perfect neighbor, a kind and overly helpful WSO. He puts up Christmas lights, lends his lawn mower, and grabs your morning paper. But what happens when he's out of peppermint tea one night?
Word Count: 3.6k
Warnings & Notes: Robert "Bob" Floyd x gn!reader, extremely fluffy, food mentions, heavy making out, shirtless Bob, only referred to as Robert for the series, unrealistic expectations of next door neighbors, 18+ as always. This idea hit me like a bus while walking the dog (where I almost was hit by a bus) and has been fully unable to leave my brain since then. Cozy, sweet, overly helpful Neighbor!Bob is literally all I want for Christmas. And he's my holiday present to all of you!
robert from next door | if only the neighbors knew
“I have a ladder you can borrow.” You look up from the box of Christmas lights you’re detangling in the garage to see your neighbor standing in the opening to the street. Coffee mug in hand as he watches you loop out another knot. He’d noticed your garage open that morning, too early for a Saturday, and came to investigate or possibly offer assistance. If there is one thing Robert Floyd does best, it’s help his neighbors.
You had moved into the tidy bungalow just under a year ago, placing a potted fern on the doorstep and painting over the dated beige walls. It was finally starting to feel like a home. Now with the holidays approaching (as reminded by the entirely too jolly Santas everywhere in town) you were excited to start new traditions in your humble home. And it started with putting twinkling lights on the house, lights currently tangled in the cardboard box you haphazardly threw them in twelve months ago.
Threading out another knot, you give him a playful smile. “How do you know I don’t have a ladder?”
“Lucky guess?” He’s not going to admit he’s scanned and memorized nearly every inch of your garage.
The day after the moving truck came and went, you were thrilled when your first new neighbor rang your doorbell. While you had expected some middle aged woman with a plate of brownies and a plea for babysitting, you were pleasantly surprised at the man in a flight suit (Lt. Robert Floyd according to the stitching) with the striking blue eyes who stood there instead. He didn’t have brownies, but he happily gave you the lowdown on the neighborhood as you sat amongst moving boxes drinking lemonade out of paper cups.
As the months passed, an easy friendship had developed amongst neighbors. In the morning before making his way to base, Robert would scoop up your morning paper and walk it up the seven steps to your porch. The paper boy always threw it short. And despite numerous pleas to leave it be - you didn’t mind the short walk - every morning when you went for the paper, there it sat neatly on your mat along with any misdelivered mail.
And when he wasn’t saving kittens from trees in his free time, Robert was a shining example of a great neighbor. Driving his truck for a trip to get plants at the nursery, lending his mower when yours broke in the heat of July, cleaning your gutters when the leaves fell…you shouldn’t be surprised he’s now offering up his ladder so you can enjoy your Christmas lights. Looking down at the tangled mess, you hadn’t even thought about how you were going to get them actually on the house. Nails? Did you even own nails?
Not even an hour later you’re standing on the sidewalk facing your home with a hot cup of coffee in your chilly hands. Propped up on a ladder with detangled lights in one hand - and a tool belt around his waist like your personal Mr. Fix It - Robert hums to himself as he hammers nails into the trim before wrapping the first strand of lights in place.
You had accepted his ladder graciously, but mentioned you needed to hit the hardware store first for nails. With a nod of his head he left your garage and you continued on the lights. It was a tedious project, but rewarding once the final strand lay flat against the concrete floor. You were digging around in boxes for tools when your neighbor reappeared. He had a ladder and his tool belt, a full box of nails clutched in his large hand. Cheeks warm, you assured him you would buy your own. He let out a playful pfft.
“Nonsense. It’s Saturday, the hardware store will be packed. Consider them an early Christmas gift.”
You couldn’t help but smile. “Let me at least trade you for them? A cup of coffee?”
“Do you still have those Kona beans?” His ocean blue eyes are hopeful.
Your smile widened as you nodded. The overpriced beans you had expensively shipped every month were a favourite of the weapons systems officer. Last month you had hosted the homeowners association meeting (for the first and hopefully only time) and Robert had raved about the coffee you served. He was used to the basic stuff they made on base, his own home brewing not much better. Your coffee was the best.
When you came back to the garage after whipping up a carafe - hot mug in hand - you shouldn’t have been surprised to see your neighbor already up the ladder, deep into the project.
You holler up to him. “Robert, get down! You don’t need to do that!”
But he waves you off, insisting that he had already started and might as well finish the job. He would just drink your delicious coffee once he was done. And so you were relegated to the sidewalk to make sure everything looked straight from the street.
From this distance you could admire him innocently. The military-issue wire frames that catch the morning sun. Broad shoulders under the neat canvas barn coat he recently replaced when the corduroy collar ripped. His strong hands shielded from the chilled wind under his workman’s gloves. Because someone like Robert Floyd follows safety precautions and owns workman’s gloves.
At this angle you can see the slight smile on his lips as he strings lights along your porch. For the next hour you watch him put up lights, him occasionally turning back and asking you how they look.
“Are you sure they’re straight?” You promise him they are, but he meticulously checks his work anyway. He wants your house to look perfect.
The wind has tinged both your cheeks a deep pink and the cold is starting to seep through boots. Robert has nailed the last of your lights to the trim and deemed them faultless. He comes down the ladder and walks to stand beside you to admire his handiwork. Hands on hips - with that damn tool belt still astride his waist - he turns to you beaming at a job well done. It’s impossible not to beam back, thinking how long it would have taken you to do even a job half as good.
“Thank you for putting up the lights. You didn’t have to, but I appreciate it.” He isn’t sure whether your cheeks are red from the cold or something else. “I’m so lucky to have you as a neighbor.”
His smile is permanently stuck at your compliment. He opens his mouth to make a joking comment about the coffee you owe him - anything for more time together - when he feels the telltale buzz in his pocket. Pulling it reluctantly out after shedding a glove, he sees it’s Phoenix and is only semi-annoyed. They have lunch plans, which he’s running late for. And while he’s sure his front seater would approve of him blowing her off for the neighbor he can’t stop talking about, he’s a better friend than that.
Turning back to you, where you’re enjoying your freshly strung twinkling lights, Robert rubs the back of his neck awkwardly. “I have to head out…lunch plans. Rain check on that coffee?”
Nodding through your disappointment, you help him gather up his ladder and assure him that coffee is his whenever he wants.
The following morning you pad toward your front door, eyes bleary from a deep sleep. The house was cold and you pull your robe tighter around you. Through the glass panel in the door you can see your paper on the mat, as always, ready for you to consume over coffee and toast. As you open the oak door and scurry to shut it with the paper secured, something - or rather someone - catches your eye.
Robert stands in the doorway of his own bungalow, calmly watching the neighborhood. The thick fair isle sweater covering his wide shoulders looks incredibly cozy, and he nurses a mug between both hands. He exists in that moment without worry, and you’re envious.
His placid expression is broken when he feels your eyes, turning his head to see you, bedhead and newspaper clutched in your fist. His lips turn in a warm smile and he raises one hand in a slow, friendly wave. Your heart flutters, utterly taken away with how surely he carries himself, how sweetly he treats others. An emotion quickly squashed when you realize you are still standing in a bathrobe and knobby socks, flying back inside and shutting the door with heated cheeks.
As you go about working on your Sunday chores, you keep picturing Robert’s face, that small happy smile you can’t get out of your head.
Later that night, after hours of tossing and turning in the sheets unable to find peace, you finally trudge down the hall into the living room, settling under blankets on the plush couch with a cup of chamomile. You’ve lost details of the plot of the movie you started, brain racing as your fingers fidget with the mug.
The faint trill of your phone on the coffee table breaks you from your thoughts.
“Hello?”
“Hi. It’s Bo-Robert…from next door?” You yawn a hello while checking the clock. It was nearly one in the morning. “I just wanted to check if everything was alright? Noticed your lights were on.”
A warm feeling spreads through your chest at his concern. Picturing him peering out his kitchen window with the striped cotton curtains, filling up his own kettle, distressed that your house lights were on so late. You’d like to think he wore tartan pajamas, neatly buttoned. Those would suit him.
You settle back into the cushions as you reply. “Everything’s fine. Just couldn’t sleep.”
His thoughtful nod can practically be heard through the phone.
“Better question is, what are you doing up so late?”
The whistle and clink of boiling water and china crash over the line. A sigh pulled from his lips before responding. “I was going to make myself a cup of tea while I finished some reports, but appears that I am out.”
You glance down at your own mug of tea. It’s late, but not that late.
“What kind of tea do you like?” He muses on about his lack of preference - an equal opportunity tea lover - before admitting he was looking forward to a cup of peppermint. You make your way to the kitchen, phone pressed to your ear as you both open your cupboards. Your voice feels small as you offer, “I think I might have some.”
A silence lingers on the line. An unspoken late night implication that neither of you knows what to make of it. Your fingers flip through boxes of tea that take up too much cupboard space. Pomegranate, green, oolong. You don’t even drink tea that often. But right as you think you have too many white teas, you see the striped box of peppermint tea, one lone bag waiting for its turn.
You empty the box and walk to the window in your kitchen, where you can see the faint light on through his curtains. You clear your throat. “Look out your kitchen window.”
To your disappointment, Robert does not wear tartan pajamas to sleep. Although you are delighted to see his shirtless chest, defined from years of Navy training. He waves at you through your respective kitchen windows, holding up his mug of hot water. You lift up the tea bag, and his face splits into a toothy smile.
Before you can offer to bring it to him, he’s already turning toward his front door, speaking into the phone, “I’ll be over, just a minute. Need to find my coat.”
By the time there’s a soft knock on the door, you’ve turned on the kettle and gotten a fresh mug for him. You open the door, greeted by the tip of his nose and ears a merry red, the cold kissing his features. He’s been outside all of a minute. You usher your neighbor in, watching him observe how you’ve put up garlands and festive knickknacks in the entry since his last visit.
He slips off his boots, bare feet settling on the cold hardwood, and fingers the collar of his canvas barn coat. In his rush to come over he’d thrown his coat on forgetting his bare chest. It feels obnoxious to be half naked in your home, so he keeps his coat on and follows you to the kitchen.
“Peppermint still good?” You tease, the packet of tea leaves in your hand. He nods, slightly distracted by how cozy you look in your soft loungewear and the robe from this morning. Dunking the bag into the hot water, you search for a topic to pass the steeping time. But when you turn to talk to him, words catch in your throat because he’s right there.
Eyes so blue the sky is jealous. Shy smile so friendly it warms the room. Your thoughts dirtily flit to the tool belt around his waist on the ladder, fingers adeptly wielding a hammer. Fingers that brush yours in the proximity. He’s so close and your brain blanks as bodies simultaneously take action.
Your mouths find each other effortlessly, bodies pressing together as if they know the moves the two of you were just figuring out. The low-lying tension building for the past year breaking the surface as the dark of the house gives you both the bravery needed. His hands are cold as they find your waist, your hands too warm on his chilled jaw.
His mouth is all soft lips and hard pressure, the faint hint of toothpaste in his taste. It’s exactly as you imagined, but better.
Lips become more desperate the longer you connect, your back suddenly against the counter as he presses into you. This moment has been building since he’d watched you first walk up the front steps with that too big moving box. A hand slips into his sun-bleached locks he always has so perfectly combed. He moans into your mouth, a sinful noise in the quiet kitchen.
Before sense can interrupt, you’re reaching for the zipper of his coat, revealing every inch of his toned pale chest as the zipper slowly comes down. You slide a hand over the skin, a low gasp slipping out at the strong muscle. You’ve been attracted to his mind for so long, it feels unfair his body should be attractive too.
He shrugs out of the barn coat and follows you to the lowly lit living room, where the couch is softer on your back than the counter edge. Sitting side by side, knees knocking, he’s more hesitant to touch you in this context. Despite his body screaming to explore every inch of his pretty neighbor’s mind and body, he knows he’s basically barged into your home and immediately stuck his tongue in your sweet mouth. You get to set the pace.
“This okay?” His hand encompasses your knee, thumb rubbing smoothly through the fabric. You nod, tilting your head toward him to continue kissing. He’s warmed up now, your home and body bringing him to temperature. Robert smiles into your kiss. You can’t get enough of him, wanting to consume him fully. He’s delicate with you in the most delicious of ways; gentle kisses pressed to your soft lips before sliding his tongue across to politely ask for access.
Your mouth can’t open fast enough.
You place you hand on his hip, enjoying the warm skin and lean muscle beneath your fingertips. Groaning lightly into your mouth, he blindly reaches for your hips to bring you into his lap. His tongue takes its time to taste you, learn every intricacy of your flavor. Administration so thorough your eyes roll back in your head. The sounds escaping you music in the darkened room.
Fingers dance across skin, finding purchase on thighs, shoulders, chests. You can’t get close enough to him, resting one hand on the back of his neck as your swollen lips press harder to his. Robert loves the way your thighs straddle him as he leans against the couch cushions, his warm, large hands along your back bringing you closer to him. Your sharp inhale as one hand toys with the waistband of your lounge pants.
When his lips trail down your neck, praising the delicate skin, you can’t hold back your declaration any longer. “I…I’ve wanted this for a while.”
His lips pause, brow furrowed. “This?”
“You.”
That gratified smile will forever be imprinted along your neck. “I’ve wanted you since the day you moved in.”
The whimpers that rip through you when he nips the thin skin behind your ear have him grabbing your chin and swallowing your sounds. Reveling in the shared passion you’ve both had simmering beneath the surface. Can’t help his hips rutting up into yours, glorious friction he’s been craving satisfied. You giggle through a moan against his lips.
“So, we could have been doing this all year long? What a shame, lieutenant.”
You ground down in his lap, running your own tongue along his lips and savoring his taste. Thoughts of what he tastes like after his peppermint tea have you wrapping your arms tighter around his bare shoulders. Behind his head, outside the window, the faint glow of the Christmas lights he strung up shines in the winter night. How did you find this perfect man, and how is he your neighbor?
You express your gratitude for him with your mouth along his jaw, licking along the skin while he deliciously whimpers in your ear.You can only take so much before you’re sealing your lips over his again, inhaling his every breath.
As lips finally reach exhaustion - brains well past tired as the clock strikes a new hour - Robert and you pull apart with content smiles. Already cold without his warmth, you immediately lean back into him. He’s practically a furnace now under your ministrations. Unspoken words pass between as you invite him to sleep on your couch with you. A throw blanket produced from the nearby chair as the two of you tangle your limbs. There’s something comforting in the way he rests your head upon his arm, your knee upon his thigh. Again, it’s like your bodies know the actions like they’ve been waiting for you to finally figure them out.
You’ve just settled your head upon his warm chest when a thought strikes you, prompting you to lean up to look at those sleepy cerulean eyes. The small curious smile he gives you melting your heart.
“Did you still want your tea?”
He shakes his head with a chuckle, using the last of his energy to tuck the blanket tighter around your body. “It’s okay. I got what I really wanted.”
Your heart feels two sizes too big as he presses a kiss to your temple before sleep takes you both.
When the winter sunrise streams through your curtains the next morning, you refuse to get up. Perfectly warm wrapped up in the thin throw and your neighbor’s arms, you are purely too content. When Robert blinks open his eyes and gazes at your face, he sees the same placid smile he wore the morning before. The same one he’s had since you moved in next door.
Despite both being all too happy to remain entangled on the couch, sharing small kisses on any skin within reach, the responsibilities of Monday morning dawn and you must get up. Reluctantly you release him, watching him fold the throw neatly upon the sofa arm before helping you stand. Warmth blossoms down your spine the more you’re in Robert’s presence, the little things he does meaning so much to you. Especially as he strides through your home shirtless, musing about the whereabouts of his coat on the kitchen floor.
Your eyes flit to the cold mug of abandoned peppermint tea as you offer him coffee. But he’s intent on getting home for his flight suit, the drive to base longer than he’d like. Of course, he would ideally spend the morning drinking your expensive delicious coffee and listen to you go on about the neighbors down the street with the atrocious holiday decorations. If you’d let him, he would spend every morning like that for the rest of time. But his admiral would put him in drills all week if he was any later.
You walk him to the door, robe pulled tight across your chest to keep out the cold. He’s pulled on his boots for the short walk and wraps his arms around you in an intimate embrace, disappointed this perfect night must come to an end. You bury your nose in his jacket-covered chest to enjoy the last of his herbal and citrus scent, hands reluctantly slipping from his middle. He turns to leave and both your hearts pang.
When Robert reaches the end of your path, he bends down and picks up the paper, thrown too short as always. He turns around and retraces his steps, walking back up the steps and straight up to where you reside in the doorway still. Fingers brush as he hands you the newspaper, saving you the walk as he always does. Only this morning he tips his head to press a kiss to your lips.
You’re already adding peppermint tea to your shopping list as you walk back into the house. Just for him.
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