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smallerinfinities · 5 years

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Taking Me Back

a/n: In which a drunk boy confesses his sins

Oh, hello! Yes, I’m coming to you live to say that this was supposed to be a blurb but turned out to be a 3.5k oneshot that will most likely actually have a second part because recovery is a thing that doesn’t get enough attention. I had this idea driving back home from out of town and listening to “Taking Me Back” by LANY. Highly suggest a listen. I was originally just going to write straight angst, but the more I wrote Shawn the softer I got...so without further ado, here it is.

warnings: 3.5k of angsty sad boy...you might hate me later idk

Soft pellets of rain splash against the floor-to-ceiling windows as his warm hands trace slow, circular patterns on the bare skin of your back. It’s soothing, incongruent to the feeling of his fingers bruising your hips as you rode him a few hours ago. The sheet sits low, draped across both your hips. He leans down to kiss your shoulder blade, sending a chill all the way down your spine. Peppered kisses warm your blood, making a home between your thighs again.

“If you don’t intend to finish what you’re starting, then stop right now,” you say only half sternly, your cheek smushed to the back of your hand resting against the mattress.

“Honey, have I ever been a quitter?” he smirks, disappearing beneath the sheet.

You let out a loud squeak when his massive hands flip your hips over, pressing your back into the sheets again. He spreads your knees wide to make room for him between your legs and your squeak turns into a deep moan. Your fingers fist into his floppy curls and tug, bringing his eyes to yours, mouth open and chest heaving.

“Fuck, I love you so much,” he breathes. He says it again above you, inside you, over and over until your toes curl and you scream it back to him.

You woke up to heavy sheets of rain pounding against the windows. His fingers, his heavy body, his warmth weren’t there. He hadn’t been there for months. Restless sleep and a cold bed had been your companions since then. That day you woke up to 400 text messages and one TMZ report.

Bleary eyed with shaking fingers, you had clicked on the link. Seen the photos. His fingers interwoven with hers. His eyes on the camera. That knowing smirk. He’d wanted them to see. Wanted you to see. He had left for meetings in LA just two days before, a kiss on the forehead and a promise to call.

You’d lost count of how many texts from him you’d deleted without reading. Changed his name to LYING BASTARD after he’d left messages you didn’t listen to. What possible reason could he have given? There couldn’t be an explanation for this. Just because you’d never gone public with your relationship, just because you hadn’t wanted to open up your life to public scrutiny and fandom opinion, didn’t mean that it had meant nothing to you. The handful of your friends who had known were tight-lipped, dead silent to anyone who would have paid them money for information. What you had had with Shawn had been private and you both liked it that way...hadn’t he? Apparently not. It hadn’t been hard for him to throw it away with one clasped hand and a conveniently placed cactus.

The dreams still came almost every night, haunting you with happiness. Looking over at the clock, you groaned. 2:30 AM it blinked green against the darkness. You shifted and stared at the ceiling, counting thunderclaps, begging sleep to take you again. Take you back to a different time, a different dream. Your eyes began to drift.

Boom, boom.

Thunder rang louder than before. The storm was moving closer. But when had the lightning struck?

BOOM, BOOM, BOOM.

It wasn’t thunder. You wrenched the comforter off of you and scrambled to your feet. Someone was banging on the door. What had been a low and rumbling pattern of knocks at first was now frantic pounding. What in the world? Reaching for a thin cotton robe, you rushed to the front door.

“I’m coming!” you shouted, darting across the living room, “who is–”

You stopped short.

“Baby, please,” he sobbed. Shawn. Surprise mixed with hot rage and something else you couldn’t quite put your finger on. The concoction was numbing, like liquid lidocaine traveling in your bloodstream from the crown of your head to the tips of your toes. You didn’t remember getting to the door or gripping the knob, but it swung open anyway.

Shawn Mendes fell into your apartment face first. He tripped over the threshold and into your stiff arms. He must have been leaning on the door frame.

“Oh god, I didn’t think you’d answer,” he slurred, smelling somewhere between a wet dog and straight tequila. You caught at his shoulders and pushed him up against the entryway wall.

“Shawn, what the fuck are you doing here?” you practically spat at him. Venum pooled in your mouth. It was acrid, all-consuming. It took a minute for the red rage clouding your vision to recede, allowing his face to come into sharp relief.

His cheeks were blotchy, stained with tears. His eyes glassy and unfocused. He was drunk. Drunker than you’d ever seen him. He was also soaking wet. His waterlogged clothes dripped fat drops that splashed on your hardwood floor forming a puddle under his expensive shoes.

“Did you walk here?”

He nodded his head. Well, it was more of a lull to the side if you were being honest.

“How?”

“With my feet,” he slurred again. He lurched off the wall and tried to take a step forward. Instead he pitched forward, wrapping his arms around you and soaking your robe through to the tank top underneath.

“I see you haven’t lost the sarcasm,” the poison you had tasted earlier was quickly replaced with concern. You slithered out from his embrace and let him lean against your shoulder. “Come on, I’ll get you a towel.”

You deposited him on your sofa and he immediately slumped sideways, laying his cheek against the cool leather. Grabbing some fresh towels from the hall closet, you took a second and leaned against the wall before going back to the living room, hidden from Shawn’s line of sight. Not that he’d see me anyway he’s so smashed. What is he doing here? Why here? Why me? Where is his precious famous girlfriend? Why isn’t she picking his drunk ass up off the couch?

The anger flared again but it had lost its bite. He was obviously in some kind of pain, but you weren’t going to get anything out of him like this. You sighed heavily, heading to the kitchen for water and some ibuprofen before returning to the couch.

“Shawn?” You crouched down next to him, reaching out to push a curl back off of his face. He was snoring, a bit of drool coming from the corner of his perfect lips. He was so peaceful.

Snap out of it.

“Shawn, you have to get out of these wet clothes.”

He stirred, opening just one eye to look at you. It took him a minute to reorient.

“How long was I asleep?” He swiped at his mouth and sat up slowly.

“About three minutes. Now get up and strip.” You stood above him expectantly, fighting the urge to tap your toe at him. He fumbled with the buttons on his dark blue silk Oxford shirt. The fabric stuck to every defined muscle in his torso, every cut of his biceps. You counted to thirty before he got one undone.

“You’re going to get hypothermia if you keep that up,” you thrust the towel at him, “how about you dry your hair instead and let me handle the hard stuff?”

He mussed his hair with the towel while you crouched down in front of him, making quick work of his buttons. When the shirt finally hung open, you pushed it back and off his shoulders, revealing what seemed like miles of lightly tanned skin. Dammit. How can he still be so fucking beautiful? You had tried to hate him, tried to block him from your memory, but he always came back. The memories and the feelings and the pain always came back.

You tossed his soaked shirt across the room near the door to the washer. His body sagged forward. His curls were dry, big and frizzed from root to tip, but at least he wasn’t catching a chill. He needed to get horizontal quickly or he was probably going to toss his cookies right here on your white leather couch.

“Shawn,” you tapped at his face to refocus him again, “drink this and take these.” You held out the water and ibuprofen. He took them with no argument. Definitely too drunk. Sober, he would have spouted some bullshit about over-the-counter drugs being bad for your health or toxic for your muscles or something he’d heard From Jocelyne or Cez. You were thankful that you didn’t have to listen to that nonsense tonight. He would thank you in the morning when the headache was dull instead of blinding.

“Now, stand up and strip off the rest of it,” you ordered.

“Naked, eh?” His eyebrow raised at the same time as the corner of his mouth. You rolled your eyes.

“Throw it over there with your shirt. I think I still have a pair of your boxers hanging around somewhere,” you grumbled, turning your back on him and marching toward the bedroom. The truth was that you knew you had a pair of his boxers because you’d washed them recently after wearing them to bed when you missed him. The dreams always felt more vivid on those nights but you wore them anyway. For the same reason I just invited his drunk ass inside tonight. Because I’m a fucking masochist. You grabbed the boxers, navy and white stripes with little anchors on them, and returned to your living room.

He stood in the center of the room, between the couch and his wet laundry, in nothing but a towel wrapped low around his hips. His skin was dry finally, flushed where he’d scrubbed at it, glowing in the low city lights trickling through the windows. He was a little dazed and a lot sleepy, inspecting his hands and fingers where they had pruned in the rain. It was like one of your dreams, a memory of what had been. Everything had been such a mess for the months he’d been gone. A gaping hole in your chest had opened and as much as you’d tried to mend, to get over him, he’d left a wound that wouldn’t heal. When he burst through the door, beneath all the anger, it felt like breathing for the first time. Feeling for the first time. He belonged here and you belonged with him.

Then why did he leave?

“Shawn,” his head snapped up, eyes wide, “why are you here?” He grimaced, hearing the pain in your voice. He seemed to be sobering, the bright rosy color in his cheeks was returning to a muted pink. Reaching up to scrub at his damp curls, he cleared his throat.

“I….” his voice was hoarse, “I’m not sure.” You walked over to his pile of wet clothes and tossed them in the washer, keeping silent while he watched you, waiting for a reaction. Or an explosion. The only sounds in the room were the machine filling with water and your padded footsteps back to a safe distance from him. The rain had stopped.

“Well, you’re naked in my living room so you better start fucking figuring it out!” You threw the anchor printed boxers squarely at his chest as the rage came simmering back.

“I missed you, okay?!” He threw his arms wide, sputtering, “I, I was out drinking with the boys and got too drunk and was thinking about how happy I used to be and that happiness was all because of you…” He was looking at you but looking through you at the same time, like he could see all of those memories you’d been dreaming of, like maybe he’d dreamt them too. You shook your head. It didn’t make any sense. He was happy with her. He left you for her. He’s supposed to be with her.

“Don’t lie, I saw the fucking photos, Shawn. Don’t act like I don’t know that smile as well I know my own. You looked pretty fucking pleased with yourself,” you hissed. Images flashed across the back of your eyelids like a slide projector with every swift blink away from his face: her long dark hair fluttering behind her as they walked back to his hotel; his curls fluffed out in weird directions like her fingers had run through them in the car; that fucking bag strapped to his back like the perfect boyfriend. It was the last photo that always sent a wave of nausea, the one of him hanging over the balcony half naked. Whether they’d fucked or not was a moot point, that’s what they wanted people to think. What he wanted me to think.

“You could have picked up the goddamn phone and broken up with me like a civilized person,” you scolded, still unable to look at him.

“IT WASN’T REAL!” He bent over with the force of his confession.

Your head shot up. What?

“What??” A weightless feeling came over you. Looking down, you had to check that your feet were still on the ground. It didn’t make sense. You must have heard him wrong.

“I-I don’t understand,” you stuttered, “I saw it, all of it.”

“Didn’t you read my texts?” He sounded like he was under three feet of water. Your ears were ringing. “I called so many times...I just thought you needed time to get over me not telling you before the pictures leaked but you never called back. None of your friends would answer my messages...” You covered your ears and closed your eyes to block out the sensory overload even though he was still talking. No, no, no. He got caught cheating and he’s trying to backtrack.

But you had heard the rumors, the gossip rags had all printed it. The doubt, the convenience of the timing...but you’d blocked it out because it was too easy to believe and too painful to hope.

Two hands gripped your upper arms and your eyes flew open.

He was right in front of you. Less than three inches. His eyes were so dark, still dilated from the alcohol coursing through his system. He’d put on the boxers you’d thrown at him and ditched the towel. It was everything you had to not pitch forward into his warm chest.

“It was Andrew’s idea.” He hooked a finger underneath your chin and made sure you were looking at him. “There was a meeting, her people, my people, they ambushed me. Said it would be a good idea to promote the single, push my image, deal with the old rumors. I told him I didn’t give a fuck about that old shit but they just kept coming and coming and coming, something about helping her with her album and placating executives who kept asking questions, so I said yes but I fucking told them I had to have notice before they dropped the pictures so I could tell you…” He swiped his thumbs across your cheeks, smearing the wet tears that had fallen while he talked.

“They didn’t wait,” he sighed, “Andrew sold them without telling me. I tried to tell you. All those calls, all those texts, I promise I didn’t want you to be blindsided.”

“But I fucking was, Shawn,” you stepped back and took a deep breath. “You had opportunities to call right after the meeting, before they took the pictures, but you waited. Why? Why did you wait for other people to break my fucking heart?”

“I was an idiot!” he raked his fingers through his knotted, dried curls. “I thought somehow that if I was able to control everything that no one could get hurt. I would tell you, we would keep doing us and I would have things I had to do in front of cameras but it wouldn’t mean anything. We would work on a plan to go public together after it was done. A few months at the most.”

“A few months?! What were we gonna do for months in hiding?! How many times were you going to hurt me, fulfilling some bullshit contractual obligation that you didn’t even discuss with me first?” You stumbled back to your room and he followed. You had to sit down or you were going to be sick. He followed behind, his giant feet sticking to the hardwoods with every step.

At first, the truth had felt like another dream, had made you weightless, but the more you thought about it, maybe this was worse. The idea of seeing him holding someone else’s hand for cameras while he came home to you at night was like a slap in the face.

“I wasn’t going to let them release the pictures before I talked to you first, before I knew it was okay,” he knelt down in front of you, taking your hands between his, “I never wanted to hurt you. Andrew did it anyway. When you wouldn’t return my calls, I just went along with it, all of it, like a zombie shell.” He looked past you, seeing the months you’d been apart. He was haunted too.

“The fans started to notice. Half of them thought it was fake from the beginning, but after awhile they all saw the dark circles, the exhaustion of keeping up the facade. I started losing weight. It was all there for the world to see. I thought about you everyday. I think about you everyday.” He pressed his forehead into your entwined hands. His shoulders shook. It took you a minute to realize that he was crying.

You took your hands from him, dragging your fingers through his curls, full and frizzed out from root to tip. You let him cry for the both of you, for the lost time, for the unfairness of the business he loved so much, for the deception, for all of it. Slowly, his breath evened against the skin of your exposed legs. He needed to sleep. So did you.

“Shawn…” you started, pulling his head up between your hands.

“I fired Andrew.”

You stilled completely, “you what?”

“I fired Andrew.” He said it a second time but it still wasn’t computing. Andrew was family. Andrew was untouchable. Andrew was the one person in Shawn’s life not related by blood that you thought might make it into the family burial plot.

“But, why?” you said, unable to think of anything else eloquent or comforting.

“The last eight months have been some of the worst in my career, in my life,” he took a moment, closing his eyes, calculating what he was about to say. “Last week, I went to him and said I wanted to end the sham relationship, to take control of my life back. He said it wasn’t possible, that we only had a few more months left. But he’d said that before. We only had a few months left before he extended the deal to cover an album release, the holidays, promotional singles...

“I talked to a lawyer. I had to pay a considerable amount of money to get out of all of it, but I’m done. Done with the PR bullshit, done with AGA. The label is still supporting me while I look for new management, but I’m taking a break. I’ve been writing at home, making voice memos, but I gotta figure out what my life looks like when I’m in control because I haven’t been in control for years. Maybe not ever.”

He took a breath and released it, his shoulders visibly relaxing. That was it, the whole truth. Everything made a lot more sense. It didn’t hurt any less, but the broken pain in his eyes when he’d fallen in the door an hour ago was clear. He was independent for the first time in his adult life...and he was terrified.

He yawned. His body was more leaning than kneeling at this point, and your legs were going numb. You moved to stand and he looked up at you, wondering what to do now that he’d cut his heart out and laid it at your feet.

“Come on,” you gestured to the bed, “get on your side.”

You took off your robe and crawled underneath the covers, still rumpled from your earlier dream. There was about three feet between you and Shawn in the king-size bed and you could tell he was trying to keep his distance, turning his back to you and isolating himself to one side. It was a struggle to keep from snorting. You scooted over and curled your arms around his chest. He was massive, but not so massive that you couldn’t be his big spoon.

The night had been such a rollercoaster, so much emotion from the earlier dream to everything that had happened since he pounded on the door, drunk and soaked through. There was so much you wanted to ask, so much you needed to yell at him for, but now that it was quiet, not that he was pressed against you in an embrace like he’d never left, those things felt so far away. You were going to have to think hard when the sun came up. What if I wake up and this was all a dream? You squeezed him one more time to make sure he was still there, tangling your legs with his under the sheets.

“This isn’t forgiveness,” you whispered, relishing the heat that radiated from his back into your chest. He hummed an assent, knowing there was still so much to say and so much to atone for. But for now, just right now, you both slept.

It was the best night of sleep you’d had in months.

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kerwritesthings · 5 years

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California Calling

Summary: It’s just what you do when you love someone

Word Count: 2,340

Warnings: fluff, a teeny tiny blip of heart hurt, but then more fluff

Author Note: Another one of those hitting me out of nowhere pieces. Maybe it’s all the pretty from this past week/weekend? Maybe? I really don’t know. I opened a word doc and next thing I knew I had 500 words, then it somehow made its way up to this 2.3k we’re sitting at now. And in like 2.5 hours? I don’t question the muse anymore.

All I know is this little world will not let me go. I think I’m ok with that. I’ve already got two additional pieces rough sketched in my head. One that falls between part two (Warmth of the Morning) and this that is definitely a little naughtier, the other happening after this one. First part can be read here, second part here.

After that weekend together, after that afternoon when you spent more time tangled up in each other and the sheets than you expected, you made up your mind to push your flight up. Literally, the moment he was out the door to catch his flight you had your phone in hand looking at options. You want a bit more time with him, the time you had as lovely as it was, just wasn’t enough. You have the PTO at work, and if you need to pull a couple late nights and a Saturday in to do it, so be it. He is worth it.

The two of you talk, and you knew after your time in LA, it wasn’t going to be nearly as bad as the last few months had been. You have a few dates blocked out in both your calendars already that were meant for the two of you, and the two of you only - even with him not knowing exactly what his schedule was looking like.

“Don’t care,” he says, dusting a kiss to your temple as you sit on the couch next to each other, calendar and notes apps open. “I’ll schedule around it. This is important, you’re important.”

The thought of that making you smile as you start to make your plans to pull off a surprise of your own. Knowing you wouldn’t be able to pull this off alone, you think quickly of who the best cohort in your new scheme of plans would be and more so who was out in LA that could be trusted with a secret.

Thinking about coming in early, wanna help me surprise him C? You’re the one who can make shit happen for him and not give away anything! you shoot off in a quick text before digging back into flights on phone while balancing and cross referencing your massive work planner across your knees. Finding a direct flight was harder than you thought, but if you push up a self-imposed deadline, you’d be able get out first thing Wednesday morning instead of the original late-night flight Friday. Plus, you’d still have the whole week after as originally planned.

Good weekend then? :) Only if I get to deliver you from the airport and see Shawn fall ass over teakettle in person when you get in early. He’s been good, but you can tell how much he misses home. And you. I’m in, so just tell me what I need to do and when. Nothing’s crazy the week leading into the show just writing and studio time, so we can make things work. Will be good to see you, been too long!

You smile, grateful that his work family has in turn become an extension of yours.

Thanks – looking at flights now and seeing what I can do with the office. Stay tuned and will text you everything shortly. You’re a good man.

After a bit of maneuvering on your side with a promise to your boss, who is a saint and adores your boyfriend, that you’d be available via phone or text and only in the dire case of any blow ups those few extra days all the things began to fall into place. Now, to keep this close to the chest and not give anything away.

The night before you’re due to leave, you almost slip.

“You’re avoiding me,” he whines through the speaker of your phone. “Don’t pick up my FaceTime, ignore my first call, leave my texts on read. I see how it is.”

You know he’s joking, but you also can hear the slight tinge of disappointment backing his voice. It’s been a bit of a chase the last few days. Quick calls, most of which miss each other, texts on the fly and no FaceTime.

“I’m sorry baby. I’m trying to get all this work done before I leave,” you say, throwing some of your last-minute purchases into the open suitcase on your bed, including another little surprise for him. “No distractions while I’m out there. Just you, me and that LA sunshine.”

“I know, and I don’t mean to sound petulant. I’m sorry,” he sighs and takes a breath. “We haven’t had a ships passing in the night beat like this since the thick of the last tour block. I’m feeling stuck on things in the studio though everyone says it’s solid and, shit I just miss you honey.”

You plop on the edge of the bed, running a hand over your face. It hurts your heart hearing him this way, but you know all this is for a reason. You cannot tell him; it’s going to be all worth it tomorrow morning when he walks into the studio to you. “I’m going to finish this last thing and then pull together a playlist for you. Some stuff I’ve been noodling on, some old favorites, couple off that sleepy playlist of mine you swear up and down you don’t like, but I know you listen to. I’ll listen to it too, so it’ll feel like we’re together cuddled down listening to it. We’re almost there. Couple more days and nights, then I’m there.”

“I love you,” he says easily, full of affection. You could hear the vestiges of whatever was eating at him starting to slip away. You say your goodnights and you were both off. The playlist wasn’t something you planned on, but it shouldn’t take you too long to pull together. Plus, you could sleep in the car on the way to the airport and on the plane. Making him feel better, feel loved – the loss of a little sleep was nothing compared to that.

Landing in Los Angeles is always something that brings a special feeling, it’s a strange mix of trepidation and excitement. Luckily there was no issues with the flight, so you land on time and can make it through the gates towards baggage claim fairly unscathed. As you made your way down the escalator, there in sunglasses and a hat to blend in with the other drivers awaiting passengers, with your name on a sign and a Starbucks in hand, is your partner in crime.

“You didn’t need to come in,” you say chuckling before wrapping him in a hug.

“Your boy would box my ears if I did a drive by pick up and you know that,” he quips, kissing your cheek before trading your bag for the Starbucks cup in his hand. “Come on, let’s get your other bag and get up to the studio. He thinks they’re swapping out some equipment so that’s why they have to have a later start.”

“Genius call, and he’d only believe that from you. He’s got no clue, does he?” you ask with a Cheshire cat grin as the carousel starts to spin.

Making your way through the masses and to the garage wasn’t too much of a time suck, you were still on target. It was LA so there was going to be traffic no matter what, but landing as early as you did was a at least a little helpful since you were heading straight across town and then some since the boys made the new place by the beach home base for this go.

“Should I be worried that you’re quiet? Normally you’re talking my ear off by now if we haven’t seen each other in this long,” he asks, the care tinging through his tone as he makes his way up onto the PCH.

You shake your head, “No, no not at all Cez, sorry. Late night last night, late nights all last week to make this happen. All worth it though when I see his face.”

He reaches over, squeezing the hand resting on the cup between you. “I’m glad you have each other and love each other the way you do. I always worried he’d not find his person, so wrapped up in the work and so focused. I remember the day after he met you the first time. He had a different smile that morning. I knew right away, even when he probably didn’t. You were something special for him, to him. You understand and respect this crazy bullshit we’re in, which takes a whole other level of care and person to get. Helps you’re a bad ass in your own right. I’m just happy he’s happy, and that you’re happy. That you’re happy together like this? Best thing.”

“Damnit don’t make me cry what little makeup I have on all off,” you sniff out. “I love him. It’s just that simple. It’s not easy, god you know that. But I would rather deal with all this than not have him and love him. Why you do the crazy shit like this.”

It’s only a few minutes later that you’re heading off the highway and winding your way through the still quiet streets. Finally, you pull up to a set of dark gates, well hidden with greenery.

“They basically took a pre-development boom location, this old 50’s old beach house with its massive garage and converted it. It’s a pretty solid setup, off the beaten path and not well known, but it’s state of the art. I can see this becoming a regular thing with the ‘shed. Plus, it’s a quick wander down to the water from here,” he explains as the gates pull back and you head through.

Your phone pings as you pull to a stop and open the car door.

Finished at the gym and off to the studio. Nothing cray so just call when you can today, love you xo <3

“Perfect timing, he’s on his way up. Have I said thank you yet Cez? Because…” you start before being wrapped up in another hug.

“You’re family, don’t even,” he says, dropping a kiss on your forehead. “I’ll go stash your bags, just head through to the studio. Door is around that cluster of birch trees. I’m also on good knowledge that big leather couch is good to curl up on for a nap. I’ll make sure to head in with him. I don’t think the rest of the guys are due in until a little after him, he wanted to work a run by himself first.”

You make your way into the studio space and it’s better than described, or from the photos Shawn has sent along. It’s so easy to see why this will fall into a place where he feels comfortable and creative. Warm wood, windows, well-worn rugs and the infamous camel colored couch. It’s easy to sink into the cool leather and down into the cushions, sliding into a dozy twilighty state – not quite sleeping but not quite awake.

You hear voices, which bring you more towards full consciousness, but you stay cozied into the couch.

“I want to get this one track done before everyone decides to come in and have opinions, thought of something last night and I just want to have it down first,” your boyfriend prattles on as you hear him push open the door, dropping what’s probably his backpack and guitar case onto the floor. “Though I think I need to hash the last of the lyrics out first, maybe. I’ve got time though.”

You see his feet first, then his legs, realizing he’s not paying attention to the couch at all or realizing that you’re there. He’s just standing there, chatting. Not a care to what’s actually behind him or a second thought to the couch whatsoever. You look past his legs, seeing the smile creeping up over Cez’s face as he realizes that Shawn still has no clue what’s awaiting him.

“You may want to kiss your girlfriend hello first though before all of that,” you try to say as seriously as possible, but break out into giggles at the end. “Surprise baby!”

He turns on his heels so quickly that he’s tangled up in himself and in a heap on the floor next to the couch, laughter peeling out from all of you in the room.

“Now that. That was totally worth it. Hope you like your gift, Shawn. Gonna leave you two alone for a bit,” Cez says with a nod before backing out of the room, closing the door behind him.

Shawn is just shaking his head, pulling himself to sit upright, before bringing his hands up to cup your face.

“You, you’re, I just. You,” he murmurs, thumbs brushing ever so carefully across your cheekbones.

“It was my turn, so. I figured go big or go home right? I figured we could use a couple extra days together before everything this weekend. It’s going to be a lot. We know that. And I knew I’d be missing you at this point. I changed my flight literally before you boarded yours back here. I still have all next week too. This is added bonus,” you reply. “I was packing when you called last night, it’s why I couldn’t hop on FaceTime. I didn’t want to give anything away. I was so close to telling you, but I knew I’d see you today. Hearing you last night though, I knew I made the right call to come out here early.”

He just looks at you so softly, so intently. Not saying anything, but still keeping his eyes on you he moves his right hand to slide into your hair, cupping your head and bringing you closer to him until you are nose to nose. Nuzzling against you ever so slightly, nose sliding against yours like a whisper, his eyes slip closed and he exhales. “I am so lucky that you love me, that you made the decision that I’m worthy of your love,” he sighs out, lips just a hair from yours. “I don’t know what I did to deserve this and you, but I’m so damn grateful. I love you, so much.”

He presses in, kissing the breath straight out of you.

Yep. It was absolutely worth it.

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brianc521 · 5 years

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Surprise

Skyla Rae Anne Mendes has a surprise for her Dad on tour.

He didn’t realize when planning tour that Father’s Day would land on a show day. It was really unfortunate because not only was he not able to spend the day with his own Dad, he wasn’t able to spend the day with Skyla either.

He had invited the family to join him and Sky in Edmonton, but with scheduling they weren’t able to make it out.

He was trying not to be super bummed out about that, but it was hard. He felt like he was missing so much.

He threw an arm over his eyes as he rolled to his back. He wasn’t completely sure why he was waking before his alarm, the room was still really dark and quiet. He sighed, looking over so peak at Skyla, and sat up straight when he noticed that the spot she was taking up last night was empty.

“Skyla Rae!” He called, throwing the covers to the side and almost knocking the whole lamp off the table in his attempt to flip the light on.

All of their things were in the room but she wasn’t. He burst into the bathroom and his heart sped up more when he came up empty.

“Skyla Rae!” He yelled louder, running to the front door, and almost ripping it off its hinges.

He looks back and forth down the hall of the hotel they were staying in, it might as well been a ghost town.

“Holy shit,” He muttered to himself, mind racing so fast. He was shaking. “ANDREW!” He yelled, banging on the door, looking back and forth again. “SKYLA!” He leaned over to look further down the hall. “ANDREW!” He pounded on the door.

Andrew whipped the door open, almost getting hit in the face by Shawn who was still knocking. “Shhh!”

“I woke up and Skyla was gone, I can’t find her. She’s not in the room, I haven’t checked the lobby yet. I can’t-can’t-, Andrew I can’t- find her, I can’t-I’m scared.”

“Daddy! You can’t be in here!” She comes rushing down the hall towards the door where both men were standing.

Shawn’s heart stops at the sound of her voice, “Princess.” He sighs, crumbling to the ground and pulling her into his chest. “What are you doing? You scared me so bad!”

“You can’t be in here.” She says again, pushing at his chest.

“What?” Shawn looked up at Andrew.

“You heard her.” He shrugs.

“What do you mean I can’t be in here, what are you doing in here? How’d you get out of the room? Why are you up?”

“I got her when I woke up, we planned this.”

Shawn’s still confused, and his sleepless night was catching up with him.

“Go away! You can’t be in here.” Skyla points at Shawn.

“Why?” He asks with a pout.

“Because it’s a surprise! Now go!”

He looks at Andrew and then back to his girl, “Can I have a hug and a kiss first? You scared Daddy really bad.”

She stares at his face and notices how he’s still breathing weird. “You okay?” She asks softly.

“You scared Daddy, you have to tell me when you’re leaving even if it’s a surprise. That wasn’t okay, I woke up and you were gone and that scared Daddy.”

She pouts her lips as she looks up at Andrew and then back to her Dad. “I’m sorry Daddy, I didn’t mean to scare you. I just wanted to finish the surprise before you woke up.”

He smiles, caressing the side of her face and planting a kiss to her forehead. “When can I see the surprise?” He wiggles his eyebrows.

“No!” She jumps back into her business mode. “Go back!”

“Okay,” He kisses the top of her head. “I’ll pick you up for breakfast, be good.”

At the arena Shawn waits at the back doors for Brian and Skyla to return. Brian explained that he was taking her to go get the last few things she needed for her surprise.

When they walked in Skyla was in front of Brian, sneaky smile on her lips.

“Hi Daddy.”

“Hi Princess.” He eyes Brian who’s got his hands behind his back. “Whatcha up to?”

She giggles as she says, “Bout’ three feet tall.”

Shawn laughs, crouching and pulling her in for a hug. “That was funny, who taught you that?”

“Connor!” She yells as he starts to tickle her sides.

“What did you do with Uncle Brian?” He re-words his question.

“Nothing much,” She shrugs, turning to Brian. “Right?”

“Right.” Brian nods.

“What are you two up to? Hmm? Why are you being so secretive?”

“No reason.” Skyla shakes her head. “So have a good sound check Daddy, we’re gonna go...” She points down the hall.

“What? No!” He shakes his head. “No, what are you doing now?”

“I have to,” She points to where Tiffany has emerged from the dressing room.

“How long is it gonna take?” He asks with a whine.

“I’m gonna steal her till showtime, I set your stuff in your room.”

He groans, laying down on the ground.

“You’re so dramatic.” Brian laughs.

“I haven’t seen her all day.” He spies at Brian, catching her hand. “Kisses please.”

She leans over and kisses his nose, waving and running to Tiffany.

He’s looking around backstage, the intro to Lost in Japan has already started and he’s seconds from going on and she’s not here yet.

“Okay, where’s my kid?” He turns to Cez.

“She’s closer than you expect, go!”

Shawn walks on stage with furrowed brows, but forces a smile as he walks on stage. The crowd erupts when they see him, but when the lights go to the piano they lose their minds.

He turns around and laughs as he sees the piano.

Signs are taped to his piano reading;

“Happy Father’s Day Daddy!”

“My Daddy is a Rockstar!”

“I love my Daddy.”

But when he walks around and notices that Skyla is the one sitting at the piano playing the intro he loses it himself.

“Princess?” He yells running to the bench where she’s playing for him.

Her dress matches his shirt, her hair is done up in a cute ponytail with curled ends, and if he looks closely he can see some makeup on her face.

“Go sing Daddy!” She stops and waves at him.

“Oh my god.” He smiles, looking at the rest of the team who’ve picked up on the pause and expanded their time without Shawn singing yet. He walks up to the Mic totally blown away. “Hi everybody!” He yells out to the crowd. “Oof okay, sorry,” He smiles looking back at the piano. “Give it up for my daughter!” He waves towards her and smiling as the crowd yells louder than they did before. “Okay, okay” He shakes his head. “Sorry this is a dream come true for me.”

They all tell Skyla to play the beginning again and she does, this time playing the whole song while her Dad sings.

When the song is over she runs over to her Dad, smiling up at him as he hauls her up and kisses her cheek.

“How was your surprise?” She asks into his ear.

He laughs and hugs her, “I loved it!”

And with the excitement flowing through them Shawn unintentionally steps closer to the mic so now the whole crowd can hear them.

“Happy Father’s Day Daddy!”

“Thanks Princess.”

“Okay I have to go.” She looks over his shoulder where Cez was waiting for her.

“Okay,” He turns a little stepping that much closer to the mic. “Go take that make up off Missy, you’re 5, you’re gorgeous and will never need that stuff!” He plants one more kiss to her cheek and lets her go to go running to Cez and Brian.

He’s just laid Skyla down for bed on the bus and meets Andrew and Josiah.

“Thank you for setting that up tonight.” He whispers, knowing the rest of the team has headed off to bed as well.

“Of course, it was her idea actually.”

Shawn smiles, “Yeah she told me that.” He rubs his chin and grins, “Who taught her how to play?”

“You.” Josiah laughed.

“No?” Shawn shakes his head.

“The amount of days that girl has spent in the studio with you, or at sound checks, watching you write songs at home? Eddy sat her down while you were at an interview a month or two ago, and he showed her three notes? She knew the rest already.”

Shawn stares at Josiah and blinks three times before he responds. “You’re kidding?”

“Nope, she’s been working with Eddy since then so she can play the whole song perfectly like she did tonight.”

Shawn grins down at his hands and shakes his head, “Is it sad that I’m tempted to make that the new intro, with her on stage.”

“Not sad, but not possible either. Sorry man, but that’s a-”

“I know,” He shakes his head. “I wouldn’t put that pressure on her, she’s 5.”

“Speaking of her age,” Josiah grins, typing into his phone and then laughing. “Can we please talk about how Shawn Mendes told his five year old daughter to take her make up off because she was five and because she was gorgeous.”

Shawn looks at Josiah. “How did you know I called her gorgeous?”

Josiah turns his phone and shows Shawn the video of him telling Skyla that and then kissing her cheek before letting her go. He puts his hand over his mouth, “You could hear us?”

The boys both laugh as they nod. Just then Shawn’s phone pings with a text and notices that Josiah messaged him.

“Oh my god,” Shawn mumbles, swiping through the pictures. “I love this, this right here is the greatest thing I’ve seen all day.”

“They came out really well.”

“Thank you so much,” Shawn gushes, changing his phone background to the picture of him and Skyla on stage.

“Happy Father’s Day man.” Josiah nudges his knee.

“Thank you.” Shawn wipes his eye before standing to go kiss his daughters forehead just because he loved her.

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mendesstories · 5 years

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From the Ground Up

A/N: This idea came to me when I first heard the song ‘From The Ground Up’ by Dan + Shay a few months ago and this has been sitting around in my drafts ever since. I never liked how it kept turning out and I’m still not a 100% proud but here goes nothing. Tell me what you think!!

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March 2016

“So...it’s time, eh?” He sighs looking at her.

She glumly nods, her eyes roaming everywhere but refusing to meet his. Her mouth opens to say something but her throat runs dry and suddenly words seem hard to find. Truthfully, she’s not sure what to say to the boy she loves when he’s about to leave for what, she prays for his sake, is the first of many of his own world tours.

She steps towards him, takes a deep breath and attempts to gather her resolve for him.

“I’m only nervous because I don’t know how things will work out ahead.”

“But I’ll call ever-”

“No wait let me finish, I want you to know that this-” she gulps and her fingers fidget with the frill of her top, “-this is big and it’s going to change your life. I’m so so proud and happy that you get to do this because, my dude, you deserve to live your dream more than anyone else I know. And, even if all the distance and time changes us, I won’t hate you ever, you’ll always be my best friend first.”

He wants to tell her that her fears are irrational. They are them, they’ll get through it all together but he’s not sure he can actually convince her this time. If he’s being honest he’s terrified she’s going to be right like always, that’ll he’ll get caught up in the glitz and glamour of it all and lose her.

He moves towards her tentatively, hands snaking around her waist and she melts into his embrace. Her head rests on his chest, her shoulders shuddering and for a split second, he blames himself for choosing to do what he loves and hurting the ones he loves in the process.

For a fraction of a millisecond, he has this feeling although nothing might ever be the same in his life again, that somehow the two of them will pull through it. That little glimmer is enough for him. Now, it’s his turn to take a deep breath and garner some strength for her sake.

He whispers softly, “Believe me, baby. We’ll be alright.”

Her dad watches them wearily from the side. He knows Shawn is a bright young boy with big dreams filling up his mind and only the best intentions at heart but he cannot help his fatherly inhibitions from clouding his thoughts.

He wonders how right Shawn is in choosing to make this his career and not going to college. He isn’t sure if they truly understand how the dynamic of their relationship is about to alter, both of them ambitious but heading down starkly different paths. He worries the scrutiny and attention that is bound to come, will wear out even his strong-willed little girl.

August 2019

Post-concert Shawn is always on an adrenaline high. Tonight, however, was truly special. He’s played the biggest show of his life. A sold-out stadium in his home city. The same place he would pass by numerous times as a child with his gaze fixated and eyes wide unable to wrap his mind around big it is.

Certainly, he never imagined that one-day a deafening crowd would sing the words he wrote in his journals back to him when his slacked jaw and welled up eyes leave it hard for him to swallow and finish the words.

She’s out there in the deafening crowd with her hair flying in every which direction with his sister singing along to every song just like everyone else in the audience. His biggest (and possibly favourite) supporter since day one.

He gets off stage a jittery mess with his heart still pounding fast against his chest and the whole room is electrified with his entrance. He hands his guitar to Cez and is pulled in for a hug.

There are bottles clinking, friends and family making rounds hugging him and each other. There’s enough energy in the room to spark up the CN tower standing tall behind them.

The past five years of his life and career have gone by in the blink of an eye. She was right when she predicted everything would change but the one thing that’s stayed constant is that he wouldn’t want to do any of this without her by his side, be it having to clean up the beer bottles and leftover pizza after Brian’s roaring 21st or playing a twice as roaring Rogers Stadium.

So, smile a mile wide and hands still clammy he makes his way towards her. He picks her up giving her a quick twirl and she lets out a little laugh. It’s enough to ignite his burning heart further.

He puts her down and she pulls him in closer for the tightest and warmest hug ever. Her blanket of love, happiness and pride envelops him.

He did it

Something lights up in her holding him so close in her arms. A glimmer, like the one he had in the airport all those years ago, tells her as long as they are hand in hand giving life their all, they’ll have many more moments like this one.

September 2019

He’s seated in the crowded auditorium between her parents and little brother, adjusting his dress shirt and formal slacks waiting for the graduation to start.

He recalls that one late night during the Europe leg of the tour when he woke up to fetch some water and realised she wasn’t in his arms. He found her with her shoulders bent over her textbooks and laptop, reading and rereading the words attempting to make sense of the page. She rubbed her eyes and willed herself to stay awake.

5 more minutes she convinced herself every five minutes

His heart plummeted looking at her haggard appearance knowing he was partly responsible for it. He never asked her, he never had to, she magically always knew. She could tell sense his anxiety building up. The initial buzz of being on tour fading away. He wanted to come home, tease his sister and press kisses to his mother’s cheek.

She would give him the world if he so asked and if there was anything she could do to keep his heart even slightly happier, she would. So without much hesitation, she makes a few adjustments in her budget for the rest of the month and flies out to him.

The glint in his bright eyes and his warm laugh reverberating through her eardrums when she surprised him made it all worth it.

Standing in the dim light of the tour bus it occurred to him how selfish and unfair he was to be so caught up buzzing around in excitement of her arrival to see how all that she does for him takes a toll on her as well.

He knows she’s going to compensate for this trip by working a few extra and long shifts around her classes. Her classes are a whole other story. They are far from easy and he has come to understand computer science is an incredibly time consuming and draining major despite her being passionate about the subject.

Recording albums, selling out stadiums, and writing heart-wrenching, gut-twisting songs was never her dream but she believed in his nevertheless. While chasing her own dream, she’s continued to support his.

Decidedly he wipes the sleep away from his tired eyes. He makes up his mind that he’s going to help her study even if that meant simply keeping her company.

“What? Why are you awake?” She asks him breaking out of her trance as he settles into the space beside her.

“Here, please take care of yourself, honey.” He mumbled into the dark placing a cold glass of water and some fruit in front of her.

Andrew may have found them the next morning all cuddled up, soft snores leaving their exhausted bodies, but they had successfully finished her linear algebra 1 work.

His face breaks into the biggest grin when they announce her name. Hands clapping as loudly as possible while she walks up on stage beaming with pride and standing tall in all her 5 feet 5 glory. Her dad even whistles a few times. He can only imagine how proud her parents are of their daughter.

She did it

His chest constricts with a bubbling feeling and he isn’t quite sure what it is. Perhaps it’s pride but something tells him it’s just the all-consuming love he has for her and all of her.

4 years later

The second she is pushed out the room is engulfed in an overwhelming torrent of emotion.

She’s beautiful

It’s his first thought. Certainly, she’s covered in baby gunk but she’s still beautiful.

The silence in the room for the first few seconds seemed piercing. Is she alright? She’s supposed to cry, right? Why isn’t she crying? Then it’s replaced by her faint little cry which grows louder and louder until it has turned into an all-out no holds scream. She’s loud but he doesn’t mind in the slightest. She’s safe. His wife is safe. His own family is here safe and sound.

“We have to clean her up first.” The nurse declares gently picking her up from her mother’s chest where they placed her for barely a minute.

He doesn’t want to let her out of his sight. So, he drops his head and presses a kiss to his wife’s forehead, whispers an ‘I love you’ and speeds off after the nurse.

Not so much to one’s surprise she cries and shrieks as they take a prick of her blood and check her vitals. It takes everything in him to not pick her up and coo into her little ears that he’s right here and as long as he’s round he won’t let anything bad happen to her.

“Hi angel, I love you.” He bends down and mumbles as the nurse runs a washcloth across her tummy.

He never imagined those five words would alter his life and perspective forever. Her cries seem to subside and he knows that newborns have little to no muscle power and she can’t really see but he swears she looks at him and calms down.

4 years later

Estela Mendes is nearly four now. She has more fun each day than should be legally allowed. She struggles with sharing toys and her parents’ undivided attention with her toddler brother (her parents promise you they are working on this), while her curiosity about the baby in her mama’s belly grows each day.

4 years and 7 months later

Gotta support the neck Gotta support the neck

The thought has been drilled into his head by his parents over the past few months. While his fans may have said countless things about his large hands, some of their words managing to leave him haunted, he never really noticed how large his hands actually were until now. She seems so little and fragile in his arms compared to the first two now notorious Mendes siblings.

It’s safe to say the youngest Mendes daughter wasn’t planned yet somehow she came at the perfect time.

The two of them had spent a fair number of nights with goosebumps rising on their skin in the Toronto breeze, after putting their kids to bed, (god, how do they sound so old?) huddled shoulder to shoulder as she indulged in her choice of cravings for the night (it was a jar of pickles more often than not) dreaming of what the baby girl growing inside would be like.

Now, she’s here and he’s enamored with her very existence. He can’t keep his eyes off her. If it was all up to him he’d sit there for hours on an end memorizing every little detail of her being and watch her attempt to clasp her small figures around his large ones.

His wife rests her head on his shoulders, exhaustion rimming her eyelids with her matted hair against her forehead. She moves her hand that is free of the IV needles and tubes to bring the two older children, smitten with the latest addition to the family, closer into her lap.

Everything he’s ever wanted - needed really - is right here in his arms. He feels complete.

7 years later

The youngest Mendes child is clutched to her waist, hands moving animatedly describing plans she has with her siblings for the rest of the day, as the pair of them make their way out to the rest of the family in their backyard.

His wife’s heart grows in size finding both sets of grandparents recollecting stories while Shawn teaches his two older children how to strum a certain chord on his guitar.

The mess of curls - that is her son - seated on Shawn’s lap has a glint of mischief lacing his eyes trying to think of ways to add his touch of fun to the relatively calm backyard.

She puts her daughter down who wobbles across the grass to where her dad and siblings are seated.

Now, all four of them are playing some game. He somehow manages to lift all three of them into the air, makes the sound of a bear growling, places them back onto the grass gently and tickles them until they’re all in fits of laughter.

The delirious belly laughs they let out at his antics have him grinning ear to ear. The simplicity of the moment overwhelms him. This is all he could ever dream of having and more. A family of his own, people that are his own and people with whom he can cherish the wild rollercoaster of moments his life has been and continues to be.

All those inhibitions her dad had at the airport years ago no longer hold true. He’s watched Shawn grow into being the incredible partner and father that he is today.

He’s the man her dad hoped he would be.

65 years later

The morning sun streaming in uninvited kisses them awake. He opens his eyes to the slivers of light peeping in through the gaps in the blinds casting thin stripes across her tan and angelic skin.

She blinks multiple times adjusting to the sudden light drowsily, mouth curving into a lopsided grin as he pulls her closer into his embrace.

65 years old now, in this little house that they made home when they stepped foot into young, first child on the way, eyes dancing with excitement for the future.

The pictures that adorn every nook and corner of this warm and humble abode are a testament to their tale. The clouds may have rolled and the earth may have shook but they sheltered each other through the wind and the rain.

They did it

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infiniteshawn · 6 years

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No Place I’d Rather Be

a/n: 5.3k oneshot. here’s the deal

i was approached a couple of months ago to write a fic for someone’s birthday, as a gift. as a result, this piece is very specific to that person. i changed the names and moved it into second person, but it’s not what i typically post--i’m just posting it because i’m sure you guys would like to read it anyway. it’s not very detailed because as it was written for a real person, i didn’t want to invade their head like that. the smut is very glossed-over. but i put a lot of time into this, so here’s something super random!! enjoy!!

“Nervous?”

Shawn looked up from his own hands, fiddling with the feather-shaped ring adorning his middle finger. He took a deep breath.

“Nerves mean you care,” he answered with his classic line and a tight-lipped grin, nodding as he spoke. Cez huffed at him, wondering how on earth someone could maintain such composure at all times. Especially in the middle of headlining a sold-out world tour.

Shawn’s gaze travelled out the window of the Uber, absorbing everything he could about the city he was in. That’s the thing about touring, he thought to himself. While you see the world, you really don’t.

He was sure San Diego was beautiful, but it was hard to get a good look at the buildings because the sidewalks were completely lined with people. Fans of his, in particular. A mass amount of bodies crowded the entrance to Pechanga Arena, waiting patiently for the doors to open.

Shawn’s chocolate eyes scanned the herd of people as the car rolled along, clearly not fast enough for Cez’s liking.

Something caught his eye. He wasn’t sure if it was her long black hair or pearly white smile, but Shawn craned his neck quickly enough to give himself whiplash.

“Wait, ca-,” he paused as his right hand tapped at the window frantically, “Can we turn around?”

“Shawn, we’re already late,” Cez pressed, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion at Shawn’s sudden outburst.

“No, bu-“

“Shawn,” he spoke sternly. There was no getting out of this.

“Alright,” Shawn breathed, sinking back into his seat. Whoever she was, she was fucking gorgeous. And she was there to see him. He could only hope to find her inside.

And hope he did. Shawn carried on with the rushed soundcheck followed by his Q&A session, analyzing the face of every fan looking back at him in a meek attempt to see her again. His heart raced and his features perked up as every dark-haired girl walked in for her meet and greet, only to once again be discouraged when he felt absolutely nothing.

The team knew something was up, failing to mention it in fear of Shawn being on the brink of a nervous episode. In reality, the reason he wasn’t all there was due to his desperate search to find her.

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Shawn bounced on his toes, shaking out his arms as Eddie played the opening notes of Lost In Japan. The stage was dark as Shawn crept out, making the most of the twenty-one seconds he had to scan the crowd, praying to his lucky stars that his eyes might fall on her. His heart sank as he knew it was time to focus, to play the damn show because that was why people were there and that was why he was there. That was why she was there.

With a deep breath and a toothy grin, Shawn straightened out his shoulders and took the mic into his hand.

“San Diego how you feelin’?” escaped his lips as his hopes were crushed, accepting his fate. Sixteen-thousand pairs of eyes stared back at him, and he wondered which one of them belonged to her.

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“Fucking finally!” you exclaimed, finally ejecting yourself from the confines of Pearson International. Your best friend, Alex, trailed after you, wheeling her suitcase in the direction of the arrivals pickup.

Navigating airports wasn’t always easy. Especially in foreign cities under a time-crunch and being completely engulfed by the looming excitement of Shawn’s upcoming stadium show, which happened to be the next day.

The air was warmer than you’d expected and your surroundings were greyer than anyone would have liked to admit, but somehow, some way, Toronto was still beautiful. Except the airport wasn’t even in Toronto. They could see it, way off in the distance, but Brampton, Ontario, definitely was not Toronto.

You were pulled from her thoughts when a black Chevrolet Equinox pulled over in front of you, popping the hatch for your luggage.

“Your chariot awaits,” Alex giggled, nudging you in the side as she loaded your suitcases into the spacious trunk.

The Uber merged onto the 427 and made its way southward, barreling toward the city faster than your fragile heart could handle. The Toronto skyline was glowing at the sun set, the glint of the CN Tower proving hard to look at as the city you so badly longed to be in grew more and more in your reach.

A blaring car horn startled you, causing you to snap your head around at the source. The Uber was merging again, onto another highway, and had unfortunately just cut someone off.

You craned your neck in search of a sign, spotting “Gardiner Expressway” in gigantic letters attached to a light post. The crashing waves of Lake Ontario were to your right as the Uber took the exit reading “Lake Shore,” you and Alex exchanging a look of pure joy.

Holy shit, these buildings are huge, you thought to yourself as the Uber rolled slowly through the thick traffic of the downtown core. The Rogers Centre was a massive white dome from another plane of existence, and stationed just behind it was the CN Tower, standing taller than either of you had ever envisioned.

Then the Uber took an aggressive left on Spadina and all the buildings looked the same and within minutes the vehicle was pulling over, announcing that you’d arrived.

“Alright,” you giggled, wheeling your luggage into the lobby of the apartment complex. It seemed modern and posh, and thankfully, right in the middle of everything. Alex retrieved the key from the front desk and you tapped your toes anxiously against the floor, watching the little screen as the elevator climbed all the way to the fifteenth level.

The apartment was nice. Faced the east, providing a great view of the near skyline, and the bedroom was on the north wall. You looked out the window with fascination, watching as a green GO train chugged along on the tracks below.

“Hungry?” Alex called, pulling you from your thoughts. “Sorry, but all I can think about right now is food.”

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Night came and went, leaving you giddy with excitement, staring at your own reflection, satisfied with what you saw. The show was in a few hours and it would be your second time seeing Shawn on this tour, and you couldn’t have been more ecstatic.

The Rogers Centre. The special guests. The extended show. The massive crowd. You knew it was going to be a once-in-a-lifetime experience, and it was all happening to you right here, right now.

You wondered what Shawn was doing, what he was thinking about. If he was nervous—hell, how nervous he was.

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Shawn’s drive to the Rogers Centre was a quick one. That’s new, he thought to himself. His phone had been blowing up all morning, text messages from distant friends and family rolling in like clockwork. It was a big fucking deal.

Shawn was busy thinking about her. Playing a show for 55,000 people had Shawn all in his head—what didn’t?—and he found tranquility in thoughts of what could have been. He wondered if he should tweet something. Or relocate to San Diego for a while and maybe hang out at a Walmart. She was bound to pass by at some point.

But no. It had been two months—two whole months—since he’d seen her. He didn’t know why he as so drawn to her, so captivated by her. But he felt something that day. There was no doubt about it. And he’d be damned if he wasn’t going to try and find her.

Today wasn’t the day, though. He was about to play the biggest show of his career, and if he was being honest with himself, he was freaking the fuck out. He breathed in. Her. He breathed out. Her. He was calm.

“Gates six or ten,” Alex read off the e-ticket, causing you to whip your head around in search of some sort of fucking sign. For such a big building, one would think it would be at least labeled.

The CN Tower quite literally towered over you as the two of you followed a mob of people to the doors, holding hands in fear of losing each other in the crowd. You thought back to lining up outside of the arena in San Diego and laughed to yourself. This was nothing like that.

“Six it is,” you spoke, nodding to the circular sign above the doors everyone was crowding around. The group was buzzing with murmurs of where everyone was sitting, many “you’re lucky”’s exchanged whenever someone revealed that they were in an “A” section. Alex shot you a tight-lipped grin, both of you thinking the same thing: we’re in A4.

The sun was low and 7:30 was quickly approaching, the anticipation building as everyone prepared for the doors to open.

“These seats are incredible,” you thought aloud, settling next to the aisle with your vodka cran.

“Yeah, you’ll finally be able to see the sweat dripping down his neck,” Alex quipped, earning a nudge in the ribs from you.

Shawn, on the other hand, was not so easygoing.

He was freaking the fuck out.

Backstage was chaos, everyone trying to get sorted at the last-minute. All the people Shawn loved were under the same roof, but still, he wasn’t at peace. He considered he’d probably retreat to his ancient calming tactics, focusing on one audience member and freaking them out with a lot of eye contact. It worked every time.

Your stomach twirled as you got to your feet. The lights were low, the bass was rumbling, and something was about to happen. You felt as if you might burst.

Shawn’s stomach twirled as he stood at the side of the stage. The lights were low, the bass was rumbling, and he was about to step out there. He was ready to burst.

And just like that, he kicked off the biggest show of his career. Lost In Japan went harder than ever and he was over the moon, singing to and with fifty five thousand people who loved him endlessly.

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He took a deep breath. It was mid-show, he hadn’t introduced the special guests, and he jumped down from the stage and held his arms out to touch people’s hands as security escorted him to the b-stage, where a grand piano waited patiently.

“Holy shit, he’s right there!” Alex screamed in your ear, her senses overwhelmed by her emotions. Shawn spoke a few words that you didn’t quite catch as he sat down on the bench, the chords to Life of the Party causing the crowd to erupt. You were positive that you weren’t alone in trying not to cry.

A few songs later and he was wrapping up the segment, performing an elongated version of a fan favourite: Ruin. The band was on the main stage and Shawn stood alone, absolutely nailing the guitar solo. Accomplished, he looked up from his guitar, bidding sweat away from his eyes. He blinked. And then he blinked again. No fucking way.

He missed his cue and messed up the song a bit, but he wasn’t too worried. Squinting into the audience as the spotlight illuminated the sections surrounding him, he was sure of it. It was her.

“Is he okay?” Alex wondered out loud, her voice insignificant in your ear. You weren’t listening.

He was looking at you. You turned your head around, wondering what the big deal was, to find thousands of people, too, looking at you.

Shawn knew this couldn’t last long. He was being obvious.

He wrapped up the song, hardly peeling his eyes from you because how could he? Like, seriously. What were the fucking odds?

Shawn ran back to the main stage and just like that, he was gone. You checked your phone. 9:30. There was no way it was over.

Shawn dove off the stage, frantically searching for Andrew.

“The hell was that?” Andrew asked sternly, finally locating Shawn.

“Listen, that girl? Not the middle section, two over to my right? Dark hair, on the aisle,” Shawn panted, everyone around him staring at him in confusion. “Look.”

Shawn pulled Andrew to the edge of the stage where he couldn’t be seen very well, pointing directly at her spot.

“The girl from the San Diego show, she’s here.”

“That’s her?” Andrew questioned, “how the fuck did you see her?”

“Lucky? I don’t know,” Shawn spoke quickly, “but I need someone to go get her. I need to talk to her.”

“Shawn we can’t jus-“

“See you after!” he called with a grin, stepping back onto the stage to introduce the one and only Taylor Swift.

You were baffled. Wondering if you’d done something wrong, confused as to why the Shawn Mendes was looking at you as if you had two heads.

There wasn’t much you could do. Yes, Shawn kept looking. Staring, really. But you had no choice but to smile back and enjoy the show, oddly confident and confused and insecure all at once.

Taylor left and Ed came out, the crowd absolutely losing their minds. Shawn was at his peak happiness, a little anxious about what would happen later but very, very in the zone.

You were having the time of your life, too. You could sense the show coming to an end as he played the opening notes of In My Blood, giving it his absolute all for every single person who made it to the concert.

Shawn thanked the crowd endlessly. He waved goodbye. The lights came on and everyone started filing out, but you were intercepted.

A massive man in a black hoodie stopped you in your tracks, and you soon recognized him to be Jake, Shawn’s security guard. You took a deep breath.

“I’m with Shawn,” he spoke, flashing you a backstage pass, “would you mind coming with me for a few minutes? Your friend is welcome to join.”

You turned to look at Alex, who was already raising a brow. If you hadn’t recognized Jake you’d be suspicious, but this seemed legitimate.

“Y-yeah,” you nodded, agreeing to follow Jake to the side of the stage and eventually around the back, down a long hallway, and to the dressing rooms.

“He’s just winding down for a minute with his team,” Jake spoke, opening the door to a furnished dressing room. “Are you okay to wait in here for a bit?”

You looked over at Alex, who gave you an understanding nod. Of course you were okay to wait a bit.

Jake left quietly and you were too jittery to sit on the plush sofa. Alex, on the other hand, plunked down like a sack of potatoes.

“How are you calm right now?” you asked frantically, chewing your nail.

“Nothing bad’s gonna happen,” she chuckled, “clearly Shawn’s got something to say to you.”

That did not help. Your hands were shaking and you were pacing, soon locating a mirror and making sure you looked okay. Of course this was when the door burst open.

You turned toward the sudden commotion, face-to-face with a very sweaty, very flushed Shawn Mendes.

Silence.

You bit your lip. He shoved his hands in his pockets.

Shawn was the first to speak.

“Hi,” he said quietly, trying his best to suppress a bashful grin.

“Um, hello,” you giggled, holding out your right hand and introducing yourself.

“I’m, uh, I’m Shawn,” he laughed, a chuckle escaping Alex’s lips a few feet away.

“That’s my friend Alex,” you nodded, crossing your arms over your chest.

Shawn shot her a nod, more concerned with you. Why was she here? How did she get here? Where did she come from?

“Oh,” Shawn raised his eyebrows, “you’re probably wondering what you’re doing here.”

You laughed, and he swore his heart skipped a beat. He could listen to that forever.

“This is going to sound really weird, but please, bear with me,” he grinned, taking a step closer. “I recognized you from the San Diego show.”

Your eyebrows lunged into your hairline.

“You’re kidding.”

“Dead serious,” he nodded.

“How’d you see me there?” you asked, unsure of if you should laugh or be worried, “I wasn’t even on the floor.”

“I looked for you,” he twirled his ring around his finger, probably nervous, “I saw you lining up outside, actually. When I was on my way to the venue.”

“Right,” you said quietly, still baffled by all of this.

“I just, I felt like I needed to talk to you?” he explained, his tone uneasy, “There’s something about you, I can’t quite put my finger on it. You’re um, you’re gorgeous.”

Your cheeks burned crimson as your spoke a soft “thank you,” desperately waiting for him to continue.

“I don’t know where I’m really going with this,” he paused, bringing a large hand up to run through his dark curls. “I have to go to this afterparty thing for a little bit, but maybe do you want to meet with me later? We could grab a drink or, or something?”

Was this fucking real? you thought to yourself. Of course. Fuck. Speak. Speak!

“Yeah, I do. That would be really nice,” you played it cool, finally really looking into his eyes. They were beautiful.

“Great. Uh, can I maybe get your number?”

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Back at the apartment, you were having a royal meltdown.

“I didn’t pack for this!” you called from the bedroom, pulling various pieces of clothing from your luggage to figure out what on earth to wear.

“He remembered you from a different fucking country,” Alex quipped from the doorway, watching as you scrubbed the makeup from your face to reapply it. “I don’t think he’d care if you showed up in a paper bag.”

“Not gonna happen,” you responded, having given up on the attire situation for the time being.

A few blocks over, Shawn was celebrating with his loved ones, over the fucking moon because thanks to some twist of fate, he’d finally found you. The party was set to end soon and you’d be meeting him at a quaint little dive bar just down the street from his house, and the seconds couldn’t have ticked by faster.

“My Uber’s almost here,” you snapped, your long-sleeve shirt halfway over your head. “How do I look?”

“You look gorgeous,” Alex spoke from the couch, giving you a one-over as you put your high-heeled boots on.

“Thank you,” you breathed, slinging your purse over one shoulder. “Alright. I’m off.”

And with that, you were gone. Practically shaking the entire car ride to the address Shawn had texted you, wondering if he was feeling the same.

Shawn stood on the sidewalk beneath the lights strung all over the front patio, his eyes fixed on every car that slowed down in front of him. His nerves were getting the best of him, but he had no choice. This was it. He’d been thinking about you for so long, wondering everything there was to know about you. Holy shit, there she is.

You climbed out of the back seat, thanking the driver and shutting the door behind you. You looked up, your gaze met by that of a tall, handsome, curly-haired young man. His smile reached his eyes.

“Hey!” he grinned, holding out his arm for you to grab. You needed steadying.

“Hi,” you smiled, her heart jumping a bit as he pulled you in for an unexpected hug.

“Shall we go in?”

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He told you everything. When he saw you, where he saw you, how he felt when he saw you. Everything. And you were absolutely fucked for him.

“That’s insane,” you nodded, sipping your second cocktail. “Like, what are the odds?”

“That’s what I’m saying!” he laughed, finishing off his IPA. “I don’t know. I just, I think you’re gorgeous. And I want to know more about you in the least creepy way possible.”

“I’m not creeped out,” you blushed, your hand finding his thigh in the dim light of the bar. He twitched a bit. You pulled away, embarrassed by your actions, eyeing him apologetically.

“No, no, that’s fine!” Shawn reassured, reaching for your fingers and placing them back on his knee. “I just wasn’t sure you were all that into me, I guess. Now I realize that’s kind of stupid.”

“I mean, I did travel to a whole other country just to see you perform, so,” you chuckled, wiggling your fingers against the denim of his black jeans.

He nodded, flushed. They were acting like teenagers. You eyed his lips. He put his hand on yours and leaned in, brushing your nose with his own. All they could breathe was each other.

“Is this okay?” he whispered, his soft lips turning up at the corners.

“It’s very okay,” you nodded with a smile, closing the space between you to press your mouth against his.

He tasted like mint and honey, warm and cool and sweet all at once. You were itching for more, desperate to have his hands on you when he pulled away, smiling like a goof.

“Um,” he started, giving your hand a squeeze, “do you, maybe, want to get out of here?”

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“Condo looks nice,” you muttered against his lips, your body pinned against the back of his front door. His lips were everywhere at once, trailing from your lips to your jaw to her neck, begging for mutual attention.

“Thanks,” he muttered with a giggle, carefully holding your face in his hands like you might break. He was afraid he would.

“Wow,” you broke from his lips, craning your neck down the hall. His view of the city was gorgeous and his living room was so cozy, you had to take a minute. “This is really nice. Thank you, for uh, for bringing me here.”

Shawn cleared his throat, joining you in his living room. The wonder in her eyes was electric as you gazed out the window. He was in awe.

“Listen,” he spoke softly, reaching for your hand so you would turn to him, “I didn’t just bring you here to, uh, you know,” he took a deep breath, “I actually like you. A lot. We can do whatever you want, I’d still be over the fucking moon.”

You were the hungry one now. If you weren’t already destroyed by the thought of him, his words had you hooked. Shawn kissed you back, allowing your lips to swallow his gentle mewls as he walked you to his bedroom, trying his best not to fall over.

You didn’t even have time to take in your surroundings, the brute force of Shawn’s body on top of yours as you collapsed on his king-sized bed, knocking the wind out of you. You both broke into a small giggling fit, easing the nerves that seemed to be eating at his stomach from the inside out.

“You’re sure this is okay?” he whispered, fingertips grazing the skin under your shirt.

“More than okay,” you smiled, assisting him in slipping the fabric over her head.

He was blushing more than ever, giddy and elated that this was real life and really happening in real time. Someone controlling the universe and all mystery greater than life itself had his back. He made a note to say thank-you later.

Before his thoughts strayed too far from the woman beneath him, you were kissing his neck, fumbling with the buttons of his shirt, reminding him of what really mattered.

Holy fuck, you thought to yourself. You knew he was ripped—had inspected every inch of his body through the screen of your phone. But you didn’t know he looked like this. You swallowed your filthy thoughts with a gulp, your gaze raking over the dips and hills of his muscular torso, wondering what on earth was beneath his jeans.

As if he’d read your mind, he was messing with his belt, finally unclasping it and moving on to the button of his pants.

Your heart was racing.

His heart was racing.

It was happening quickly, but it made sense. You both wanted—needed—this, and it seemed fitting.

You wiggled out of the tight confinement of your jeans, matching his minimal attire of mere undergarments. His flush reached his chest, which was littered in tiny brown hairs, topped off with a dangling silver pendant.

This is real. This is Shawn Mendes. You took a deep breath.

His warm hands were on you, exploring the expanse of your ribs as he kissed you with all he had, teeth and tongue included. He needed you badly, and he wasn’t afraid to show it.

You let out a squeal as he began nipping at your jaw, reminding you of how real this was. Your hands were exploring the divots of his stomach, feeling the softness and warmth of his skin against yours. He felt amazing.

He inhaled sharply, collapsing against you when your fingertips slipped into the waistband of his black boxers. Your hands were where he needed you most, feeling and rubbing and massaging everything he had to offer. He was ecstatic.

“Fuck,” he muttered as you spread the bead of precum he’d released around the head of his cock, prompting him to buck his hips into your hand with great desperation. Shawn wasn’t a selfish man, but he had a hard time focusing on putting his hands in your panties when you were touching him like this. “Wait a sec,” he interrupted, shame washing over your face instantly. You were afraid you’d gone too far.

“I’m never gonna last past your hand,” he breathed, his chocolate eyes pleading with yours as you retracted her fingers from his underwear. “Please, please let me focus on you.”

No protest there. Your panties were off and he was between your thighs before either of you could take a breath, and holy fuck, he knew what he was doing.

His tongue was hot against your core, kissing and licking and lapping at the soft skin like it was his final meal. You squirmed beneath his gigantic arms, pinned to his bed and thankful because there was nowhere in the world you’d rather have been.

“Shawn,” spilled from your lips, a mantra you’d practiced over and over in the comfort of your own bedroom, completely mind-boggled that you were using it for real now. “Fuck,” you reiterated, gasping as he added a finger into the mix, working you to the edge faster than you’d ever experienced.

He was humming against you. Sucking on your clit like a fucking popsicle, grinding his hips into the mattress in preparation to give you all of him. He’d never felt so fucking alive.

Another finger slipped into your heat, Shawn coming up for air to plant some kisses on your inner thighs.

“Gonna come for me?” he groaned against your skin, fucking you roughly with his fingers as you struggled to formulate a sentence. “Need you to fucking come for me.”

His mouth was back on you, exploring you thoroughly and sloppily, leaving you a shaking, shivering, writhing mess. He sucked, you shouted, and you were coming on his hands, clenching around his fingers like if you didn’t, he might not have been real.

Shawn was smiling against your skin, proud of himself and proud to be between your thighs. You were panting, rapidly trying to regenerate because you wanted nothing more than to take all of him as soon as possible—to give him what he needed.

“Shawn, that was amazing,” you muttered with a grin, pulling his face up to meet yours and tasting yourself on his glorious tongue, “Need you.”

He separated himself from your lips, nudging your nose with his own and resting his forehead against yours.

“You’re positive? This is okay?”

“Yes,” you giggled, rolling your hips against his, “please, Shawn. Need you to fucking give it to me.”

He was off you in milliseconds, rummaging in his bedside table for a condom and wiggling out of his boxer-briefs like they were burning his skin. You pushed up on your elbows, watching with a lazy smile as he fumbled with the latex, not-very-gracefully rolling it down his thick shaft and once again turning to face you.

Sculpted by the gods, he stood at the edge of the bed, throbbing cock in his hand. You reached around and unclasped your bra, Shawn unable to peel his eyes from your exposed chest as he crawled up your frame, kissing his way over your torso and up your neck, eventually finding your lips in the dim light of his bedroom.

He breathed in.

“You ready?”

You nodded.

He breathed out. This was it.

“Shit, baby,” he muttered, running his reddish tip along your folds, “you’re soaked.”

“Obviously,” you giggled, recounting the events of only a few minutes prior.

“I’ll be gentle, I promise,” he whispered, planting a soft kiss on your lips as he slipped inside of you, groaning at the feeling of your soft walls hugging him so tightly.

The burn was quick, soon subsiding to pleasure as he bottomed out, beginning to carefully move in and out of your core. He was the perfect size—not too big, not too thick, but definitely not small. His shallow thrusts turned into deep rows, pounding into your heat as he lost himself in the pleasure your body provided.

He was moaning into the crook of your neck, sweat pooling in his hairline as he gave you all of him, focusing completely on grazing your walls as deeply as he could.

“Shawn,” you panted, nails digging into his shoulders to pull him impossibly closer, “touch me.”

His fingers found your clit and he sped up, reducing you to a mumbling string of profanities, feeling nothing but ecstasy as he was inside of you, working wonders with his cock and his fingers.

“M’not gonna last much longer,” he warned, trying to slow down in a poor attempt to keep himself from barreling over the edge.

“Harder,” you encouraged, closing your eyes and tugging his curls, lost in the feeling of the drag of his cock as his fingers danced over your sensitivity, bringing on your orgasm more intensely than you knew possible.

“Shit,” he grunted, moaning with you as you clenched around him, your back arching against his mattress as you came together, seeing nothing but stars.

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“Please stay,” he spoke into your hair, hugging you tightly beneath his heavy duvet.

“I can’t, Shawn,” you nuzzled into his chest, “Alex is waiting for me.”

He hummed in protest, groaning as you slipped out from under the covers and began relocating your clothes.

“It’s too cold for you to leave.”

“Shawn, it’s September,” you giggled, tugging your lacy underwear up your thighs. He watched.

“At least let my pay for your Uber.”

“That I can do,” you grinned, slipping your shirt over your head as he unlocked his iPhone and ordered a ride. “Walk me out?”

He got dressed (half, really), and walked you to the elevator, holding your hand so tightly it was almost painful. Neither of you knew why this felt so hard.

“It’s two minutes away,” he whispered, pulling you against his dense frame for a long hug, topping it off with a soft kiss to your swollen lips. “You have my number.”

You nodded, stepping into the elevator, his hand still in yours as long as the doors remained open.

“Catch you next time you’re passing through San Diego, I guess?”

He grinned bashfully, a flush creeping down his neck as the metal doors began to shut.

“I think you’ll be seeing me a lot sooner than that, sweetheart.”

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very special thank you to @rulerofnocountry and @sauveteen for their input and comments on my google doc. they played a very big part in how this came out so they get writing credit. check out their blogs.

Synopsis: Another assistant AU, you’ve known Shawn since the beginning but you don’t really become friends until a label party in New York. Then he offers you a job as his assistant.

It’s sightseeing day and (Y/N) gets an unexpected visitor in the middle of all the fun.

warnings: none, mostly cute

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It’s still dark when (Y/N) wakes up, surrounded by warmth. Shawn has sort of rolled onto her in the middle of the night. His heavy arm drapes over her body. She carefully craned her neck over to see his leg crossed over her ankles as well. Her nose is dangerously close to his collarbone. Must be hard sleeping alone all the time, she thinks to herself. She knows the feeling well enough, as many times as she’s fallen asleep by herself in her lofty New York apartment.

As nice as it feels to be wrapped up in another person, (Y/N) knows she has to move before he wakes up. She starts with the ankles, slipping out easily. Shawn doesn’t seem to notice. She takes a deep breath and prepares to move his arm. A sudden and sharp inhale from his nose makes her recoil. He says something incoherent and mumbly in his sleep. (Y/N) eases out of his grasp and onto the floor with a soft thud.

She starts moving things around that don’t need to be moved. Nothing about this looks good. Should someone walk in, they’d be a great deal of trouble.

Just her luck, somebody knocks on the door.

“Housekeeping,” says the other side of the door.

(Y/N) closes her robe and cinches her waist. She tiptoes over to the door and opens it. A tiny and very friendly cleaning lady greets her. (Y/N) knows the woman isn’t there to judge her, but it still feels that way.

“Hi, uhm. Could you come back in, like, an hour?”

“Sure, darling,” says the cleaning lady and she pushes her cart further down the hall to the next room. (Y/N) breathes a sigh of relief and shuts the door as quietly as she can.

“Who was that?”

(Y/N) jumps a few inches into the air and slams her body into the door. Shawn takes a cautious step back. “Fuck, Shawn.”

“Sorry,” he says, covering up his laugh. “I didn’t think I’d scare you.”

Shawn turns back around into the room. (Y/N) doesn’t bother trying to stop herself from staring. No one should look so perfect in the morning. He only had on his shorts, and while she’s seen him shirtless many times before now, it feels different now that he’s the only other person in her hotel room. Anything could happen if they both wanted. Not that it will. Or should. But it could. And that's the problem.

“It was housekeeping,” she says, walking past him. “We have to go. I only asked for an hour.”

"Hey, do you remember if I brought my phone in here last night? I can't find it."

"No," she says, tense and on edge. "Why would I remember that? I don't remember anything."

Shawn pauses to look at her. "Are you good?"

"Yeah, great," (Y/N) squeaks. "Never better."

"Okay," he nods. "If you say so."

And then he gives her a smile. The everything-will-be-alright smile. That smile that almost everybody falls in love with. (Y/N) scurries past him into the bathroom, locking it behind her. Her heart races a mile a minute. She doesn't come back out until she hears his door open and close.

…

"Look, (Y/N)," Shawn holds up a zany frog toy and his phone camera, aiming for her on the other side of the room. "It's you."

He was poking fun for her jumpiness earlier today. (Y/N) looks around the old shop they wandered into. She spots a dopey-looking deer plushie among other cute woodland creature toys in a basket. "And this is you."

After an audible laugh, Shawn uploads the video to his story. Seconds later, (Y/N) gets the notification on her phone. Another side of her for the internet to see. Not that she minded. He has a way of catching her off guard and making it look good.

It's been a few hours out and about in Surrey, and Shawn still hasn't said a word about last night. Even in this lovely little trinket shop on the bustling streets of this small English town, (Y/N) couldn't bring herself to think about anything else. It’s become a mental chore rationalizing her feelings each time they grow stronger, wanting so badly to be better than her heart. For a while, she was good at it, and can easily bring herself back down to earth. Other times she just has to sit in the emotions until they fade.

Shawn, of course was asleep when (Y/N) woke up entangled in him. So, he thinks nothing of it and continues to do cute things, like pointing at random objects and saying dumb things like "it's you." He's not thinking that hard about it. He just knows he enjoys being near her.

Fans linger at a safe distance in small, huddled in groups outside just about every establishment they visit. Shawn already stopped to take pictures with the first wave of young girls and women. (Y/N) realizes that this new group is all fresh faces and lets him know. They all screech and wave when she points them out through a window.

"Can you come with me? Sometimes they have gifts."

(Y/N) follows him out to the sidewalk and the excitement grows. A lot of them are recording. Cameras don't bother (Y/N) anymore. Shawn's supporters are more often than not very respectful to her in public. Every time she attempts to stay in the background, they graciously call her name and want to shake her hand and thank her for helping Shawn remember things.

This is a lively bunch today, but they're more than willing to take direction. Roughly three gifts were exchanged, thankfully all small sturdy things in boxes that (Y/N) could store in her tote for the rest of the day. A few hugs and happy tears later, Shawn opts to take a group photo with everyone. He hands (Y/N) a fluffy, blue phone to take the picture.

"Okay guys, say cheese."

The shutter clicks and Shawn stands up. "Everybody say thank you (Y/N)!"

They sound like a preschool class when they say it all together. (Y/N) gives Shawn a stern, but playful look. He bumps his shoulder into hers, grinning from ear to ear.

“You’re all very welcome.”

Jake steps in and politely asks everyone for some space. Shawn is still of course signing things and making light conversation. (Y/N) steps aside to check her phone again for any updates from Andrew or Cez. It’s then that a very small hand taps her on the forearm. She looks down and the smallest little boy that she’s seen so far this tour is standing there, waving at her. Several of his front teeth are missing. Another young girl, probably a teenager rushes to his side.

“I’m sorry, this is my little brother,” she says in a thick English accent. “He just wants a picture.”

“With me?”

The little boy nods eagerly. (Y/N) looks over at Shawn, who is also nodding.

“O-Okay, yeah that’s fine.” (Y/N) kneels down to him, as he’s only about three feet tall. “What’s your name?”

“Georgie,” he says quietly.

“It’s very nice to meet you Georgie, I’m (Y/N). Can I shake your hand?”

Georgie extends his miniature hand and rests it in hers. (Y/N) can see out of the corner of her eye Shawn logging the entire moment onto his phone. Georgie’s big sister takes the picture and she walks him back into the crowd. Just as quickly as he ran up to her, they were gone. (Y/N) stands there, heart swelled and in awe of what just happened. Shawn jogs to her side, still looking back and waving to everyone.

“That was fucking adorable,” he says into her ear.

“I know,” she whispers back. “You got video of it?”

Shawn replays the twenty-two seconds on his screen for her. Georgie is even cuter the second time. And the third.

"I'm going to melt. He's so cute."

The touring party has moved ahead to the end of the street, right at the crosswalk. The band, Brian, Andrew, and Cez were all waiting behind for them to catch up. (Y/N) reaches into her bag for a water bottle just as Shawn starts to ask for one. He gingerly takes it from her hand. She pats him on the back.

“Let’s not keep everybody waiting.”

A few more blocks and they reach 2nd street. There’s less young people around, which allows the adrenaline to wear off. (Y/N) opens the map on her phone to find the next stop.

“We’re coming up on the next place,” she tells Shawn. “I think you’ll like this one.”

“Is it food?”

“Uh, I think it’s close to food— hang on a second, we just ate like and hour ago.”

Shawn shrugs. “I walked it off?”

(Y/N) sighs. “Alright, well there’s a fish and chips place right across the street from it, so you’re in luck.”

Shawn does a mini celebration dance mid-step. (Y/N)'s phone makes a sad little chirp to let her know it’s dying. She closes every app she’s opened since the start of the walk. Before she can press the power button, a call comes in. The number is unknown, but she accepts it anyways. It could be someone important.

“Hello?”

“Hey, beautiful.”

(Y/N) stops walking and her blood gets hot. "Jason?"

Shawn stops too, once he hears the name. (Y/N) eyes meet his eyes briefly, then go back to the sidewalk. She doesn't need him worrying.

"Why are you calling me?"

"I got a surprise for you. Turn around."

She does, but sees no one and nothing out of the ordinary. "What the fuck am I supposed to be seeing, Jason?"

A figure halfway down the street waves at her. His ball cap obscures his face, but she knows those high end slacks anywhere.

"Okay, hang on," she says and hangs up abruptly. She slides the tote off her shoulder. "Shawn take this, I'll be right back."

"You don't have to go talk to him," he assures her. "Let's just keep walking."

"No, I have to. He doesn't know when to quit. I only need a few minutes, maybe five."

"Do you want me to come with you? Or Jake?"

"No. If Jason tries to start something, you'll get in the middle of it and someone will take a picture or video and that's the last thing we need."

Shawn looks for Jason past the sea of tourists. He's actually standing there like he doesn't have all day to wait around. If only (Y/N) would let him join her, he'd feel a lot better about her having to talk to this asshole. The longer he glares, the more motivated his feet are to walk down there himself. But her small hands on his chest pull him back into reality.

"Just go to the record store— surprise it's a record store— then take everyone to the fish and chips spot. I'll be back."

Shawn's face twists into a worried expression. "I really think it's best if Jake goes with you at least."

"Then who’s going to protect you?"

"I've got Brian and we can run if we need to."

(Y/N) looks over at Brian, who kindly salutes her. Jake comes up to take her tote and his place by her side. These men were not about to let her face anyone alone if it can be helped and she is all the more grateful to have them.

"Five minutes," she tells Shawn. "Then call me. If I don't answer, call the cops. I think it's 999 here."

“It’s not gonna come to that.” Shawn squeezes her hand, then looks at Jake, “Don’t let it come to that please.”

“I got her, don’t worry,” says Jake.

Shawn’s hesitant to let go, but he does eventually pry his hands from hers. She starts off in the opposite direction they came, Jake tailing close behind.

(Y/N) checks her emotions, but they seem to be on autopilot. The whole point of quitting the firm was to be as far away from her old life as possible. Jason showing up out of nowhere, unannounced and uninvited ignites a fire in her chest. Every cell in her body trembles so much so that she has to clench her fists just to focus on walking.

Jason’s sat at an outside a small cafe’s dining table when she approaches. “A bodyguard? Seriously?”

“His name is Jake. He’s friendly as long as you are.”

“What took you so long,” he sneers. “New boyfriend wouldn’t let you go so easy?”

“There is nothing between Shawn and me but a professional, working relationship. Wish I could’ve said the same for us.”

“Are you really blaming me for your having to quit?”

“No, Jason.” She sits across from him. “In fact, not everything revolves around you. Other opportunities came and I needed a change of pace. Now I’ve got friends like Jake who have my back and I have theirs.”

“(Y/N) I didn’t come here to make trouble. I simply want to make an offer.”

She folds her arms across her chest. “Give it your best shot.”

“I know this job can’t be paying you that much and you must be homesick. So I pulled some strings and got a position open for you. You’d be making twice as much as you did as my assistant.”

"This position requires that I still work under you though, doesn’t it,” she asks.

“Y-Yes, but it comes with several perks. Perks you didn’t get before.”

(Y/N) rolls her eyes, “Tantalizing.”

Jason sits back in his chair. “Alright, what’s it going to take for you to come back?” There’s an air of desperation in his words.

A wry smile plays on (Y/N)’s lips. “You’re falling apart back there, aren’t you?”

Jason finally shuts up. She glances at his hands, stiff in his lap. He’s nervous, and for the first time in all the hours they spent together, he is truly the one at her mercy. (Y/N) examines him carefully. The severe bags under his eyes. The bitter frown pushing on his laugh lines. The wrinkles in his clothes. He came here on impulse to try and get her back. A less informed person might think it's vulnerable, but anyone who knows Jason is well aware of how few and far between he does for others out of the kindness of his heart. He has an angle, and (Y/N) can't be bothered to figure out what it is.

“Jason, I’m happy where I’m at. No, it’s not six figures, but it’s about more than money for me. I’m done with fighting for my life.”

“Just consider what you’re doing here, (Y/N).”

“I’ve had two months to consider. My mind was made up when I left. You have to know that.”

(Y/N) rises from her seat and turns to leave with Jake. Jason rushes out of his seat and steps in front of her. Jake instantly moves a dense arm between them, glaring at Jason.

“I have to get back to work, Jason,” (Y/N) heaves. “I only asked for five minutes and we have a bit of a walk now.”

“I’m just telling you, you’re making a mistake. You will regret this.”

It's probably the most blatant threat to ever fall out of his mouth and it makes her stomach churn. Still, she doesn’t give him another word or second of her time. Jake leads them away from the cafe. There's no need for her to look back to know that Jason’s fuming. She can feel the heat of his stare burning the back of her neck.

She’s leading Jake after a while, until they find the record store. Shawn’s still milling around in the rock section with Brian and Andrew. (Y/N) taps the window with her fingernails prompting Shawn to look up. His face brightens like a Christmas tree and he bounds to the exit in two large strides. He catches (Y/N) in a bear hug on the steps of the shop, just barely lifting her off the ground.

“Holy shit, you’re okay.”

“You sent Jake with me,” she giggled. “Nothing was going to happen.”

“I was still losing it. Brian had to talk me down a couple times.”

“He turned us around twice,” Brian says over his shoulder.

"That explains why you guys didn't get too far."

Shawn takes her over to the window. It’s probably the coziest corner of the room, leaving very little space between their bodies. He’s practically hunching over to look her in the eye. Passersby on the other side of the windowpane don’t pay them any mind, but (Y/N)’s body is still so hot all over.

“What did he want,” he asks, hushed and mindful of the space they occupied.

“He had a new job offer for me. More money, stuff like that.”

“Oh...”

“I said no, Shawn.” She bites her lip. “You can relax.”

“Oh! I knew that.”

"Yeah, sure you did."

"Hey you two," Andrew says. "Are we eating today or tomorrow?"

(Y/N) makes unnecessary adjustments to her clothes, tucking her shirt further into her shorts. Shawn pushes back his already tidy hair. They each exchange an awkward smile.

"Shall we," she says to him. He files behind her and the party and out of the record store.

The eatery is near full when they happen upon it. It’s a quaint little shop with specific memorabilia all over the walls and a washed out blue color scheme for the old decor. Surrey natives of all kinds are inside. The staff, though a little hard on the outside, are more than amiable. They even help push a couple of tables and chairs over to a booth to seat everybody.

"You know they're being extra nice because you walked in," (Y/N) nudges Shawn. He looks over at the two female cashiers, sending them into a giggling fit.

"You think?"

"Don't play dumb. We've already established how cute you are."

"I know. Just love hearing you say it."

(Y/N) doesn’t fire back with one of her usual quips and slumps back into the booth. Usually, she sat up straight and attentive to everyone else. All the glow and spirit she started the day with seemed to be sucked out of her. Shawn scoots in next to her, hoping to transfer some of his positive energy with mere proximity. If it were up to him, they would have kept walking when Jason showed up, but it wasn't his decision to make for her. Everybody else is preoccupied with much louder conversations at the crowded table. He moves in close, not necessarily facing in her direction, and taps her forearm.

“Are you sure everything’s okay?

She simply bites her lip and nods silently. Jason must have done something wrong or said something wrong. Shawn knows it isn’t any of his business and she clearly doesn’t want to talk about it. On the seat of her chair is her very fidgety hand, picking away at it’s weathered paint job.

He moves his hand down onto his thigh, daring to get so close in the middle of this much company. No one else can see their side of the table as far as he knows. Furthering himself into the gap that separates them, he stops when his pinky finger can link with hers. He gives it a tight squeeze and she returns the pressure. Her face remains expressionless, as if all the emotion has been redirected to her hand. She's okay is what this tells him, but he holds on for the rest of lunch anyway.

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amelianamendes · 5 years

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Surprise visit

Reader visits shawn on tour as he is struggiling and trying to pull through

This is my first fanfiction

Shawn was on tour in South America, the final leg of Shawn Mendes The Tour. He was struggling, tired, upset tour was almost over, anxious to make it memorable and finish on a high but above all he miss you like hell. You are his light in his dark, his positive energy when he feels negative, you always find a way to put a smile on his face even by doing the simplest things which he adores about you.

You were back home in Canada working in a coffee shop to get some extra money for Shawns Christmas present you got him some small things but wanted to get a bracelet engraved with “I will always love you” but the A written like the deathly hallows for your shared love of Harry Potter, you missed him dearly and could tell he was too by the amount of facetime calls you got daily as well as text messages when you were unable to talk.

Shawn had been counting down the days to when he would see you again and text you every morning with “10 days till I see you!♥” etc. you had decided the bracelet would be better for your anniversary so instead you brought a ticket to South America and would surprise Shawn at his next show M&G.

You texted Cez and arranged everything when you landed you saw a bunch of texts from Shawn

Imessage from Shawny: hey babe!

Imessage from Shawny: I’m nervous to play the show todayi don’t know why I think it’s because I didn’t sleep well last night and that it might affect my performance, call me when you can I don’t head to the arena until 11, just wanna hear your voice, love you♥

You were about to text him back but realised you should wait until it’s a reasonable time in Toronto otherwise he would worry why your up early, so instead you head to the hotel and have a quick shower.

Half an hour later theres a knock at your door you open it and find Cez standing there you welcome him in and he gives you passes to the show for V.I.P and Access all areas with “ Y/N” and a picture of you and shawn hugging on the front so security know it’s yours. He tells you that they will leave the hotel at 10:30 to head to arena and to wait in here before exploring as to try to not get caught by Shawn and the fans, he also says a car will collect you and bring you to the arena for the M&G which you are so excited to surprise Shawn, Cez leaves and you decide to text Shawn back as it now 8 am which is when you would normally get up for work.

Imessage to Shawny: hi baby, why didn’t you sleep well?, I’m sure you will perform just fine you always do!

Imessage from Shawny: can I call you?

Imessage to Shawny: of course, I need my daily dose of your voice

Imessage from Shawny: mmm I love when you say things like that, it’s cute

*skip phone call*

After talking to Shawn he had to leave to head to the arena, luckily your room has a view of the front of the hotel so you have some breakfast consisting of a cappuccino, acai bowl, and some water whilst enjoying watching the fans go crazy as they see Shawn approaching you hear them chanting Shawn el ti amo, Shawn el ti amo ” over and over you can see the back of him wearing a white shirt rolled at the elbow, blue skinny jeans (your absolute favourite) and some trainers, you love when he wears blue jeans he always wears black and once for april fools you hid all his black jeans so he was forced to wear blue he wasn’t happy but found it cute.

*flash back to april fools*

“babe!, babe! Where the fuck are my black jeans” “April fools Shawn guess you gotta wear blue today” you say appearing from the kitchen, you didn’t realise he picked the Calvin ones and was also shirtless, you knew he’d been to the gym but boy, you internally died as well as staring, you didn’t realise he was right in front of you until he said “babe, I know my face is extremely good looking and hard to tell which part of my body it is coz it all looks great, but wouldn’t the hair give it away?” he gives a small chuckle and smirks, god that smirk! “sorry, gyms been doing you well” “gotta be strong, protect my girl”

*end of flashback*

Once Shawn had left for the arena you still have plenty time so you decide on an outfit for later and decide to wear some blue ripped skinny jeans, pastel pink bralette (his favourite) and a white shirt tied with a bow, and of course converse.

You take a walk around running into some fans who scream your name “Y/N! Y/N!, OMG”, you run over to them and ask them if they could not post they saw you “hi guys, I’m planning to surprise Shawn today during the m&g so please could you guys not post you saw me until after?” “yeah of course” “he’ll be so happy” you take photos with them and carry on exploring, you find a cute café and have some lunch then head back to the hotel afterwards to get ready.

Brian texts you to say he’s in the car at the front.

Imessage from Bria: hey at the front in the car

Imessage to Brian: ok be there in a minute

You had become good friends with Brian when Shawn would go to LA to write the albums, you often would hang out with him playing fifa so you could beat Shawns ass, going to bars or just chilling watching a film.

You arrive at the arena and get in line at the back some fans see you and you whisper “I’m surprising Shawn” they all smile and contine their conversations, you start talking to some in front and didn’t realise it was almost your turn, you go through the museum and admire how beautiful it is rembering when Shawn was telling you the idea for it, you can just make out him say “hi hun…..thank you so much, enjoy the show” over the music, Jake pulls back the curtain and mouths “you ready?” you nod your head and walk past the curtain, you see Shawn and he just stares at you in shock, a smile slowy forming and getting bigger and bigger, tears start to form in his eyes and barley whispers “babe?!” you don’t speak but walk straight into his arms he wraps them tightly around you and you both stand there swaying slightly to the music happy tears rolling down your cheeks.

You take a step back but immediately pulled back into him, boy he’s strong. After he composed himself he asks when you got here, why you’re here but immediately saying he’s glad you are and long your staying, you say only a couple days and that it’s an early Christmas gift coz he missed you and you missed him too, you walk back to his dressing room before he does q&a which involves lots of kissing, hand holding, admiring your outfit and saying how much he loves you, all while that smile never leaves his face.

The show was amazing and so was later at the hotel room…

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kimnamjooonz · 5 years

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A quick thing.

I found this around and wanted to do it with my MCs Celine and Morgan. Only because I'm bored and with anxiety atm.

1. Celine Elizabeth Cadwallader/Amanda Valentine Ward-Prowse aka Morgan Llewellyn.

2. Her mum liked Celine Dion and mum's name's Elizabeth. // Just a name. And Morgan is because of Morgan Le Fay aka King Arthur's sister.

3. Yes // Yes but her real name was not appropriate for an actress so she chose Morgan instead.

4. Cez but only Sebastian calls her like this. // Manda for her brother. Princess and Angel for Sebastian, the first one in a mocking way.

5. 28 // 25

6. Both of them look their age.

7. Brown // Dark blue that looks purple in a certain angle.

8. No.

9. A bit underweight because she overworks herself too much // Built like a damned Victoria's Secret Angel.

10. Medium height to tall. // 6 feet tall.

11. Rosy cheeks // somewhat pale.

12. Long chocolate hair. // Long pitch black hair.

13. Elegant, classy but also cheap. Buys her clothes at Tesco and Primark. // Anything Chanel or similar. But she also loves her old overused clothes.

14. Yes with the exeption of alcohol intolerance // Yes. She's tough.

15. Mostly old brit bands. Has an special love for the Arctic Monkeys, Busted and McFly. The Backstreet Boys are her guilty pleasure. She also likes Taylor Swift. // She basically listens to anything.

16. Cautious af. // Daredevil.

17. Yes // She's calmer and less confident when alone.

18. Smart and disciplined. // Hard working and dedicated af.

19. She overworks herself too much // She can be a snake and a bitch.

20. Watch football // Work out.

21. Lives alone. The rest of her family live abroad and she doesn't see much of them. // Parents love her and her brothers adores her too.

22. A solid group of friends from her university years and also new close friends. Best briend's Matilde // Very few friends.

23. Growing up. // Failure.

24. To become an ordinary housewife // Fail in her acting career.

25. Her two doctorates. // Her acting career.

26. Sebastian. // Sebastian.

27. Her favourite football team not winning the Champions League finale. // Failure.

28. Best thing: Seb. Worst thing: probably her job. // Best thing: her acting career. Worst: Florence.

29. Her relationship situation. // Basically everything.

30. She's not very open to relationships // Her celebrity crush ruined her love life.

31. Somewhat stubborn. // Her snake side.

32. Decently good // Pretty great.

33. A bit of both. // Also both.

34. She falls in love and that change everthing. // She may be a bit scared abd insecure at some point.

Lmao, that was fun. These characters are from my Seb fics and they were so fun to write. Check the masterlist if you want to take a look. :)

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messagefromtheveins · 5 years

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Remember When (Part 2)

A/N: This took forever, I know. I’m sorry.

Words: 2.6k

Pairing: Cez/Reader

Warning: Smut (kinda)

The sleeves of his white button down shirt were neatly rolled up to his elbows, his blue eyes soft and full of love as he gave you a warm smile. Stepping closer to you in the small elevator, he gently placed his hands on your waist and tilted his head down to rest his forehead against yours. "Thought I'd never get you to myself," he murmured, his voice a deep rumble in his chest. The reception of your wedding had dragged on for hours- in a positive way though- and you looked so forward to finally taking your shoes off.

"Ah, don't be too optimistic," you grinned and shook your head, "we're not in our room yet. You don't know what the pranksters might have in store."

He didn't get the chance to respond as the doors opened, the two of you stepping out of the elevator and towards your honeymoon suite. Cez was quick to unlock the door, the soft kiss you left on his upper arm making his heart flutter. Shoving a foot in front of the door so it wouldn't close again, he turned to you with a big smile. "We're going to do this the right way."

You squeaked in surprise as he swept you off the floor in a quick movement, arms securely underneath you as he carefully stepped into the room, making sure that he wasn't knocking any part of your body against the doorway. He was rather clumsy as he tried to flip the light switch with his elbow and you giggled about it, but once the light turned on you forgot about it in a heartbeat.

Instead of the lights turning on like you had expected the room was only lit up by tiny little fairy lights that were strung all along the walls, giving the room a romantic and soft atmosphere. "Wow," you breathed, barely registering how he carefully lowered you to the ground again while you took in the room. "This is beautiful," you whispered and turned to him, his eyes full of amazement. "I expected the cliché rose petals leading from the door to the bed, but this is so much better."

"Do you think the guys did that?" he wondered.

"No clue," you mumbled and stepped further into the room, taking your shoes off before you opened the big double doors leading out to the balcony. The sound of the waves crashing against the shore reached your ears and make you feel at ease instantly, which only got stronger as he wrapped his arms around you from behind. "Brian did give me a really obnoxious wink when we left, but I reckon that had more to do with the fact that he thinks we're fucking now."

He chuckled softly and placed a kiss on the side of your neck. Turning your head around, you found his lips in a tender kiss before you stepped out of his embrace. "Everything okay?" he murmured.

"Yeah. I just really needed to get out of these shoes and I have to pee like crazy," you responded, a loud laugh leaving his lips that made you grin before you disappeared into the bathroom.

–—–—–—–—–—–

Dressed in a fluffy white bathrobe, you were relaxed back against the headboard of the big king sized bed, face free of any makeup- exactly how Cez liked seeing you the most. A loving smile was playing on his lips as he took in how utterly relaxed you were, your toes lightly curling every now and then as he gave you the best foot massage you had ever received. He hadn't bothered to get changed yet, too fixated on making you feel good first.

"Are you still with me?" he asked quietly, a soft smile spreading over your lips and your eyes opening to catch his blue ones looking at you.

"Barely," you sighed and stretched, giggling as he placed a kiss on your ankle. "Can you believe that we're actually married?" you whispered, his thumbs digging into the sore heels of your feet before he placed a few more kisses up over the inside of your leg.

"It still feels like a dream," he whispered and left a lingering kiss below your knee while he placed your feet back down on the bed before he crawled up to lay down on his side next to you. "Are you happy?" he asked, his hand finding yours- fingertips immediately seeking out the engagement and wedding ring that hugged your finger.

"You can't imagine how happy I am," you responded and gave him a soft smile as his eyes found yours. Closing the gap between you, he captured your lips in a tender kiss and laced his fingers through yours, smiling against your lips as you lightly squeezed his hand. "I love you," you whispered between kisses, his free hand cupping your cheek.

"I love you so much, darling," he murmured before he deepened the kiss, his teeth tugging on your lip and tongue teasing yours.

His hand slowly untangled from yours and instead traced down your side, goosebumps spreading over your skin as his fingers found your bare thighs. He simply caressed your skin while he kept kissing you, fingertips lightly tracing back and forth before he slowly moved them higher up, past the edge of the bathrobe. Grinning, you broke the kiss and looked at him with amused eyes, his blue ones full of wonder and adoration as you moved to straddle his lap.

"You are so beautiful," he sighed, barely paying attention to your hands that slowly unbuttoned his shirt.

Your giggle made his heart swell with pure love. "Really? You tell me that now? When I'm out of my wedding dress?" you teased, a smirk spreading over his lips as he sat up.

"Don't even pretend like I haven't told you how beautiful you are at least four times during the ceremony," he murmured and gripped your hips in strong hands, his head dipping to your neck where he left little pecks that were enough for you to crave for more.

"I'm sure it was more than that," you mumbled under your breath, your head tilting back to give him more access. He smiled against your skin and slid a hand around to rest on your lower back, the other still curled around your hip. Your hands buried into his thick hair, a shaky breath falling from your lips as he kissed the sensitive spot on your neck, simply breathing against your skin for a moment and making you squirm a bit before he lightly sucked on the spot.

Bringing your hands down again, you tugged the hem of his shirt with out of his pants before you opened the last two buttons. He quickly wrestled his way out of the sleeves and tossed it aside, a low hum rumbling in his chest as your hands immediately went to explore his back. Slowly pulling back, he affectionately rubbed the tip of his nose against yours and received a quiet giggle from you. "Mrs. Darke," he murmured with an almost dreamy sigh, another giggle from you following. "What does it feel like?"

You caressed his chest with tender hands as he slowly tugged on the belt of the bathrobe, loosening the knot and not taking his eyes off yours as it fell open a bit. "So badass," you responded, a chuckle falling from his lips.

"I feel like you only married me because of my last name," he grinned, his hands sneaking below the robe to curl around your waist.

"Shhhh," you leaned in and placed gentle kisses over his neck and shoulders, feeling the way his grip on you tightened, "no one needs to know about that."

Dipping his head down, he playfully bit your shoulder and got a soft shriek from you. It was only when his gaze caught your torso that his playful mood shifted to something rather raw, his hands slowly pushing the bathrobe off your shoulders and leaving it on the bed behind you as he took you in. White lace hugged your chest and hips, the fabric so thin and delicate that he wondered how easy it might be to just rip it off your body. "Darling..." he breathed, his forehead resting against your shoulder and eyes watching his fingers as they traced over your bra, your nipples pushing against the fabric.

"Do you like it?" you whispered, shivering a bit as he left one hand on your chest while the other drifted down, toying with the lace around your hips.

"You look absolutely breathtaking," he murmured and tilted his head further down, his lips wrapping around your nipple through the fabric. You gasped softly, his fingers teasing your other breast as your chest arched towards him. Your hands tangled into his hair and you whispered his name, his hands moving to your back where he was quick to unclasp your strapless bra before his mouth was all over your chest.

His hands were spread out over your back like he needed to hold you in place, like you weren't pushing into his touches in silent pleas for more. He had always known how to drive you insane with simple kisses and while you sometimes hated him for that- like when you were in a restaurant with the whole crew or even that one time when he had started teasing you at the beginning of a nine hour long flight- you also loved him for it, especially during intimate moments like these.

His arms tightly wrapped around you and held you pressed up against him as he turned you over, almost carefully laying you down and hovering over you before his lips found yours again. Your hands raised to cup around his face, letting him kiss you so tenderly while his hands traced over every inch of exposed skin he could find. It was like he got to feel you like this for the first time- like he hadn't spent countless hours tangled in the sheets with you exploring your body and finding so many sensitive spots you hadn't even known existed.

Brushing your thumbs over his scruffy cheeks, you slowly moved your hands down his body. Feeling him above you like this was something you were sure you'd never get tired of, the way his firm chest and stomach felt under your gentle hands. The way his muscles tensed as you tugged on his belt, slowly unbuckling it and grinning as he pulled away from your lips. Sitting up on his knees, he looked down on you with hungry and yet loving eyes- like he just wanted to spend all night long loving you. The thought made you shiver in excitement.

Though, you frowned just a moment later as he pushed your knees apart and leaned down, tongue licking over his bottom lip as he had his gaze trained on your core. Usually the sight had you moaning and begging before he even got his mouth anywhere near you, but right now you really needed him to get rid of those pants.

His confused eyes met yours as you angled a knee up and pressed your foot against his chest, pushing him back. You could almost see the disappointment in those blue eyes. "What-?"

"Pants," was all you said, a breathy chuckle falling from his lips. You bit your bottom lip as you watched how his fingers skillfully unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, one of his hands grasping your ankle and lifting your foot from his chest to place a soft kiss on your shin before he climbed off the bed. A grin played on your lips as he pulled both his pants and boxer briefs off in a smooth movement, your gaze greedily trailing down his body. He was so ready for you.

Your eyes went up again as he lifted a hand and crooked a finger at you, his gaze briefly shifting down to your panties before he looked into your eyes again and raised an expectant eyebrow. You giggled and peeled the piece of clothing down your legs, tossing it at him and watching how it hit his chest before it fell to the ground. He grinned and shook his head before he crawled on the bed, his body covering yours and his mouth attacking your neck in playful nips and kisses. Your laughter filled the hotel suite and your body squirmed beneath his, but he had you trapped.

It took several long seconds before he stopped, pushing his body up on his lower arms and looking at you with affectionate eyes. "I'm the luckiest man alive," he murmured and tucked your hair behind your ear, seeing the blush that spread over your cheeks. His hand gently cupped around your jaw and the side of your neck as he leaned down to place a few kisses over your forehead, your eyes falling shut. It continued with his lips sponging chaste kisses down your temples and cheeks, one of your hands placing on his chest over his steadily beating heart while the other curled around the back of his neck. He finished by finding your lips in the undoubtedly softest kiss you had ever received, tears burning behind your closed eyelids as reality finally came crashing down on you.

Absolute worry immediately filled his features as he pulled back and noticed the tears in your eyes, his blue ones frantically shifting back and forth. "What? What's wrong?" he wanted to know, his thumb lightly caressing your jaw as you shook your head.

"I just realized that you're my husband now," you explained, the frown on his face not disappearing, "like, we're actually married."

"Is that… a good thing?" he asked a bit hesitantly. "Are those happy tears?"

"God, yes," you chuckled softly. "I'm just so thankful to have you in my life. For the rest of my life," you explained and received a smile from him, but you could see that he was also getting emotional. "And I'm crying when we're about to have sex. Classic," you giggled and shook your head, your eyelids falling closed as he placed tender kisses below your eyes, like he wanted to kiss the tears away- that thankfully hadn't fallen yet.

Cradling your head in his hands, he nuzzled his face into your hair and inhaled deeply. "I love you, darling," he whispered, your hand lightly massaging the back of his neck.

"I love you, Cez," you breathed, "I love you so much."

When you finally did have sex- after a few more proclamations of love and emotional moments- it was the definition of making love. He worshipped every inch of your body and made you feel more beautiful than you had ever felt before. The fairy lights all around the room only made the romantic feeling even more intense.

Laying in his arms afterwards, you were absolutely content. The feeling of his chest steadily rising and falling below your head, the feeling of his hand combing through your hair over and over and sometimes drifting down to caress your back. The sound of his steady heartbeat below your ear, the sound of the ocean outside. The way he reached for your hand that rested on his torso with his free one, the way his fingers fit so perfectly between yours.

You knew that it couldn't ever get better than this.

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Remember When

A/N: He really inspired me with those pics the other day. This will most probably have a second part!

Words: 1.4k

Pairing: Cez/Reader

Going on a hike in the middle of Colorado hadn't sounded like a great idea when you had woken up really early that morning- at least not for you. You wanted to sleep in, possibly even stay in bed all day long- so getting up at the crack of dawn had left you quite grumpy. But Cez had been so excited about it, so you had swallowed down all complaints and simply put on some comfortable clothes and had tried not to show that you were still quite exhausted.

But once you had actually walked through nature for a while your mood had gotten immensely better. It was such a nice change to the last few weeks of having been cramped in a tour bus or some backstage room- which was how most of your days had been like since you had joined Cez on tour. And seeing him in his element- taking photos of beautiful things you wouldn't have even noticed without him- made everything even better.

"Cez?"

He was walking two steps ahead of you, but quickly turned around when your voice reached him. "Yes? Everything okay?"

"Yeah," you smiled and nodded, "can we just take a quick break?"

Reaching his hand out to you, he patiently waited until you placed your palm in his. "See where the trees clear up over there?" he asked and pointed a little ahead of you, receiving a nod from you, "I think we might have a really great view there. Are you okay to keep going until we're there or do you want to take a break here?"

"Let's continue," you responded and gave his hand a quick squeeze.

He was right- the view was absolutely stunning and it was the perfect spot to sit down and relax for a moment. You took in the incredible view while he dug around in the backpack he had packed this morning- having refused to let you carry anything- before he handed you a bottle of water that you took with a grateful smile.

Comfortable silence settled between you while you listened to the sounds of nature around you, both of you lost in your own thoughts. Your head lifted as he gently pushed his thigh against yours after several minutes had passed. "Are you still mad at me?" he asked, your eyes immediately widening.

"What? I was never mad at you," you exclaimed.

A smile spread over his lips as he snuck his arm around you, gentle hand placing on your hip. "Okay, maybe not mad. But you were in quite the mood this morning," he explained, leaning over to place a kiss on your cheek as you released a soft sigh.

"I was just tired," you mumbled and shrugged a little, "I guess I just wanted to stay in bed a little longer." Looking up, you met his loving gaze, the smile that played on his features making your chest fill with warmth. "You know how I am. But I have to admit that this was actually a really good idea, despite the rude early morning wakeup call."

"Sorry," he chuckled and moved his arm up to wrap it around your shoulders as you leaned against his side. A few more minutes passed as you sat in silence, his hand slowly rubbing up and down your arm. "Remember when we met in that bar all those years ago?" he suddenly asked, your head lifting to look at him with a soft smile playing on your lips. "I still remember the moment I first caught sight of you, sitting halfway across the bar with one of your friends. You looked so gorgeous and breathtaking and I knew that I had to talk to you," he told you, brushing some of your hair back and tucking it behind your ear, "even though I was so sure that you would turn me down."

"Why did you think I'd turn you down?" you asked slightly confused.

"'cause you're so far out of my league," he said quietly, followed by a chuckle as you raised your eyebrows in surprise, "and yet, four and a half years later you're still here, with me. Keeping up with my crazy schedule and sometimes even joining me and being a part of it."

Placing your hand on his thigh, you gave him a wide smile. "You know I love you, right?" you reminded him in a quiet voice.

He nodded and placed his hand on top of yours. "I love you, too," he whispered and met you in the middle as you leaned in for a kiss. His hand raised to gently cup around the side of your face, making the kiss last longer than you had intended, but you were far from complaining- you could sit here for a few more hours just kissing and talking about the past few years.

"What's up with this trip down memory lane then?" you whispered as he slowly pulled away again, playfully rubbing the tip of his nose against yours before he leaned back.

Getting up, he offered his hand to you and helped you up from the ground. "Just wanted to remind you of the good old days," he smiled and gave you another quick peck before he turned to his backpack again.

You figured this was the cue that you would keep going now, turning back to the breathtaking view one last time and doing some quick stretching exercises before you turned to look at him again. "Ready to go?"

Completely ignoring your question, he stepped closer to you and took your hand into his. "Remember when you moved in with me last year?" he asked, receiving a slightly confused nod, "I thought I was the happiest guy on earth. But lately I've realized that there's something that would make me even happier."

"Oh?"

He gave your hand a gentle squeeze and you only then realized that he looked nervous. But before you could start worrying he took you by complete surprise as he got down on one knee in front of you, your free hand covering your mouth and muffling the gasp that left your lips. "Cez..." you breathed, your hand lowering to your chest as you felt tears burning in your eyes already.

He smiled softly and almost calmingly rubbed his thumb over your knuckles in slow circles, though you could feel that his hand trembled a bit. "Honestly, before I met you I had kinda given up on love. I had accepted the fact that my lifestyle is just way too hectic and messy and that no one could ever keep up with that. But then you came around and changed everything. You showed me that everything is possible, if you just put enough effort and dedication into it. It didn't take me long to realize that I don't ever want to spend another day without you. So..." he took a deep breath before he quietly said your name, raising his free hand that held a beautiful diamond ring. "Will you do me the honor of becoming my beautiful wife?"

You were absolutely baffled, for a moment wondering who this person in front of you was- your Cez, who was usually able to stay calm and collected and keep a clear head in the most stressful situations, kneeling in front of you looking more nervous than you had ever seen him before. He was good at masking it, but you could see right past it. It made you feel weirdly good, the fact that you still had this kind of effect on him was something you hadn't expected.

"Yes, yes! Absolutely, yes," you nodded your head quickly, seeing the relief that filled his features. He chuckled as you tugged on his hand, pulling him up and tightly biting your trembling bottom lip as he carefully pushed the ring on your finger. Throwing yourself into his arms, you clung to his neck while he tightly wrapped his arms around your waist, his cheek pushing against the side of your head.

It took several long seconds before he slowly pulled back again, a slightly breathless laugh leaving his lips as he noticed how wet your cheeks were- not even trying to hide the fact that his eyes were also a bit teary.

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What Happened In Spain (DLS Special)

A/N: I wish I could say that I properly proof read this, but it would be a lie. So, I’m sorry for any mistakes in there, but my head is throbbing and I can’t concentrate on words right now.

Words: 4.4k

Pairing: Cez/Reader

Warning: Smut

"There's a cool bar a little down the street," Cez said and looked up from his phone, meeting mostly exhausted faces. To be fair, it had been a long day of promo and rehearsals and the fact that it was just unbearably hot in Spain at the moment didn't make it any better.

"I'm down," you immediately agreed and received a wide grin from Cez.

"Sorry, man. I just want to shower and go to bed."

"Yeah, same."

"Another day?"

It was very quickly clear that no one else wanted to come along, which wasn't that much of a problem. Cez was relatively new on the team and you hadn't really gotten to know him yet, so you figured this might be the perfect chance for it. "I'll just go up and freshen up a bit," you told him as you reached the hotel, all of you piling out of the van and steering straight for the doors to the lobby.

"Of course. Meet you in the lobby in like 5-10 minutes?" he suggested.

"Perfect."

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It had started with you leaning in closer as the music in the bar was turned up a bit more. Maybe it had already started with his hand on your lower back earlier that night as he had let you walk into the bar first, holding the door open for you like the gentleman he was. But once the two of you had to huddle a little closer to keep your conversation up it was like you were slowly starting to really click- almost like a barrier broke down between you.

It continued with your hand on his biceps as you told him the story of how you had become Shawn's PA. He didn't think much of it, knowing that it didn't have to mean anything, even though the gentle weight of your hand on his skin was weirdly exciting. So he started to return the touches, making sure it stayed casual. His hand on your elbow. Your hand on his shoulder. His hand on your forearm. Your hand on his forearm. It never crossed the line of casual and friendly touches.

Until your hand landed on his thigh.

His gaze immediately dropped, wondering if you noticed him staring and just ignored it or if you were oblivious to it. He tuned you out for a second, missing a small part of the story you were telling him before he looked up again. He really didn't know what he had expected, but it wasn't the confident eyes and slightly shy smile that met him- and the fact that it was such a turn on for him.

He didn't react immediately, instead waited if you would change your mind and pull your hand back again, but you didn't- if anything, your hand slid up half an inch as his fingers lightly touched the outside of your bare thigh.

It turned almost into a little game of who would make the next move. His thumb starting to slowly caress back and forth over your skin. Your body twisting on the barstool so you sat facing him, his body immediately following. Both of his hands placing on your thighs in a light touch.

And before he fully realized what had happened- and how much time had passed- you were closer than ever before, your crossed legs snugly fitted between his spread thighs, your knees almost touching his crotch. Your drinks were long forgotten, hands too busy to even think about detaching from the others body.

Even to an outsider it was clear that something was going on between you. The realization made his heart skip a beat and his jeans got a bit tighter at the front, by now unable to keep his eyes and hands off you. All he could concentrate on was you and that he desperately wanted to take back to his room for the night.

He knew it was a bold move. He knew that it could ruin everything between you. He knew it could make everything awkward for the rest of your time working together- which could be years. But he also felt so confident about it, the little signs you had given him all night long had become more and more obvious the more time had passed between you.

So, in a moment of absolute confidence, he leaned over to you, his lips brushing your earlobe. The way you shivered and bit your bottom lip was the last sign he had needed as the words left his mouth. "Let's go back to the hotel."

Your eyes were blown wide and he could see the desire written in them as he pulled back to look at you, grinning as you nodded. "I was hoping you'd say that."

Quickly paying for both of your drinks and ignoring the way you protested and tried to pay for your own, he led you out of the bar with a firm hand placed on your lower back. But you didn't get far before he had you pushed up against the nearest wall of a building, his arms braced on either side of your head and leaning down a bit so he was on eye level with you.

The surprise was evident in your eyes before a grin spread over your lips, one of your hands reaching out and lightly tugging on the collar of his T-shirt. He immediately followed your silent request, leaning in closer and watching your reactions until his eyes fell shut as his lips touched yours.

You hummed against his mouth and wrapped your arms around his neck, his hands finding purchase on your waist in a touch that was much lighter than you liked it. Back arching off the wall, you pressed your chest up against his and slowly deepened the kiss, having to stop yourself from grinning as you noticed how his hands gently squeezed your sides before they started to explore your body over the thin T-shirt you were wearing.

His fingers traced over your curved spine and his palms grabbed at your sides until he reached the hem of your T-shirt, fingers dangerously close to your butt. Reminding himself that you were still in public, he reluctantly pulled away from your lips and opened his heavy lidded eyes. He grinned as he noticed how you chased his lips for a second.

"C'mon," he murmured and placed another short peck on your lips before he stepped back and took your hand into his. The walk back to the hotel wasn't long, but it felt like it took forever until you finally reached his room where he was quick to unlock the door and hold it open for you.

Once the door fell shut behind you there was no stopping either one of you- lips were pressed against the others again and tongues eagerly explored while hands grabbed, pulled and pushed. His T-shirt landed on the floor first and his breath hitched in his throat as your fingertips traced over his exposed chest, his head dipping to your neck. The feeling of his beard against your sensitive skin felt euphoric and left you a little breathless. "Cez," you quietly whimpered his name as he bit down on the side of your neck before his tongue soothed over the spot, his hands spreading over your butt and giving the cheeks a squeeze.

"Do you even know what those little shorts have done to me all night long?" he groaned against your skin as his fingers toyed with the edge of them, teasingly dipping his digits beneath the denim before he pulled his hands back again. Instead they snuck beneath your T-shirt, grinning as you didn't hesitate to grasp the hem and pull it over your head.

His mouth went dry as he spotted the white lacy bra hugging your chest, fingers briefly tracing over the delicate fabric before he dropped to his knees in front of you. Your first instinct was to hold your breath as you watched him kneel in front of you, your hands curling into loose fists. He kept his gaze on you, blue eyes never leaving yours as you toed your sneakers off while he slowly pulled the denim down your legs.

Though, he couldn't hold back the groan that escaped his throat as he finally took his gaze off you and noticed that you were wearing a fitting pair of white lace panties. His hands grasped at your hips and waist as he slowly got to his feet again, making sure to trace his lips from your lower stomach all the way up to your neck where he immediately attached his lips to your skin.

You reached out to grip his biceps as he started to roughly suck on the side of your neck, knowing that he was leaving a hickey behind but not being able to bring yourself to complain- the feeling of his scruff against your skin was euphoric and it had you a little weak in the knees. "How do you manage to look so innocent and yet so naughty while wearing white lingerie?" he rasped and nibbled on your earlobe, noticing how a shiver ran down your spine while your nails dug into his upper arms.

Turning your head, you found his lips in a passionate kiss as your hands slowly traced down his torso, feeling his muscles clench under your fingertips before you curled your fingers around his belt buckle. He nibbled and tugged on your bottom lip as you teasingly slow undid his belt and unbuttoned his jeans, not even managing to pull the zipper down before he quickly lifted you up.

Your arms and legs immediately wrapped around him as he walked through the room, his grip on you so secure that you felt safer than ever before. He was so gentle as you laid you down in the middle of the bed, your body sinking into the plush covers while he stood up straight at the end of the bed. You bit your bottom lip as he gave you a seductive grin that had a wave of heat rush through your lower stomach, your gaze dropping as he reached down. Nimble fingers pulled the zipper of his jeans down before he shoved the denim down his legs, smirking as you let your gaze trail over his body. The outline of his hard length was clearly visible through the fabric of his boxer briefs and you couldn't stop yourself from licking over your bottom lip.

Running a hand through his hair, he took a step back before he turned to his suitcase. He quickly found what he was searching for, approaching you again with a condom in his hand that he placed on the mattress beside you as he crawled over you. You immediately reached for him, arms wrapping around his neck and head lifting off the pillows as you captured his lips in a surprisingly soft kiss.

You moaned into the kiss as he slowly pushed his hips against yours, creating the perfect kind of friction. Pulling back, he dipped his head down to your neck where he brushed his lips over your skin in wet kisses. "Cez?" you mumbled, your head tilting back a bit further as he found the sensitive spot on your neck. He simply hummed against your skin, his body comfortably settled between your legs. "Promise me that it'll stay a one time thing." You released a little breathy moan as he slowly rolled his hips against yours, clothed cock grinding against your panties. "We can't let this affect work in any way."

His lips detached from your neck with a little sound, his body shifting on top of yours as he found your lips in a kiss. "Promise," he murmured and bit his bottom lip as he felt your hips lifting off the bed to grind against him again. "The second we step out of this hotel room tomorrow morning it'll be like nothing happened."

You pulled him down into another kiss, your back arching off the bed as he pushed his hands under your body. Your bra was undone with a skilled flick of his wrist, both of you tugging the piece of clothing off without disconnecting your lips. His hands immediately moved to explore the exposed skin, fingers teasing your hardened nipples in ways that had you shiver beneath him and breathlessly whimper his name.

Once his hands left your chest again it seemed like they were everywhere- tangled in your hair, gripping your hips, tracing along your thighs, all of that while he kissed you with so much passion that you almost forgot how to breathe.

Slowly pulling back, he almost released a moan as he caught sight of you- your lips were red and kiss-swollen, your hair a beautiful mess and a flush had settled on your cheeks. Your gaze followed him as he pushed himself up and stretched over to the side of the bed, hitting one of the many switches with his palm. The main light turned off, only leaving the little lamps on either side of the bed on. Grinning, you raised an eyebrow at him as he sat back on his heels between your spread legs.

His hands slowly caressed over your thighs as he gave you a soft smirk. "Fits better to the mood, huh?" he asked and received an immediate nod from you, a sly smile spreading over your lips as he lightly tugged at the waistband of your panties.

Lifting your hips off the bed, you kept your gaze on him as he slowly pulled them off, the feeling of his fingers combined with the soft lace brushing down your legs gave you goosebumps. He leaned over you as soon as your panties had dropped to the floor, his lips finding yours in passionate kisses.

Though, just seconds later he broke away from your lips with a shaky groan as your palm placed on the front of his boxers, curling around the outline of his length and giving him a gentle squeeze. His scruffy cheek rested against your smooth one, his breaths hitting your shoulder as you slowly let your hand slide beneath the fabric. "Darling-" he choked out, his eyes squeezing shut as you gave him a skilled pump of your hand.

He would never admit it out loud, but it had been so long and just the feeling of someone else's hand around his cock had his mind in overdrive already- not like it hadn't been already. Just having you below him like this was enough to have pure desire pump through his veins, your naked and curvy body feeling so fucking great against his own and oh my god, you were so wet already.

You released a soft moan as two of his fingers were suddenly on your clit, easily sliding back and forth and giving you the perfect kind of friction that made it hard for you to breathe while he wondered how he had managed to get you this wet already even though he had barely touched you. "Cez," you mumbled, his head dipping to nibble on your earlobe while he released a soft hum, "'want you. Need you. Please."

Like you were trying to emphasize your words- that had gone straight to his crotch and made his cock twitch heavily in your hand- you pushed at his boxers with your free hand, shoving them down his thighs as far as you could reach. Placing a lingering kiss in the crook of your neck, he gave your clit a few more rubs before he sat up and took his hand off you- yours also leaving his body, much to his dismay.

Wrestling his boxers all the way off, he reached for the condom and quickly ripped the wrapper open. You looked like a goddess, he decided as he let his gaze trail down your body while he quickly rolled the condom on.

Your legs angled up on either side of his hips and your fingers buried into his hair as he settled down on top of you, kissing him deeply while he shifted until the found the right angle to grind his cock against your clit. The muffled moans you released into his mouth made his skin prickle with lust, his fingers curling into the sheets beside your body.

He broke away from your lips with every intention to ask for your consent one more time, to make sure you really wanted this, but you beat him to it. You reached down, gentle fingers wrapping around his shaft and positioning him. His gaze dropped between your bodies for a moment before he looked into your begging eyes again, his hips instinctively moving forward.

You gasped while he released a deep and guttural moan, your body squirming beneath his as he filled you out so perfectly until his hips were completely pressed up against yours. His length faintly throbbed against your walls as both of you got adjusted to the feeling. His forehead rested against yours as he took a deep breath, a soft smile spreading over his lips as you lightly grasped at his hips like you wanted to guide him to start moving.

He tilted his head to kiss you tenderly, the way he slowly moved his lips against yours such a big contrast to the way he had kissed you almost hungrily all night long. You couldn't stop yourself from softly moaning into the kiss as he started to shift his hips, at first just slow and gentle pushes and pulls before he deepened the kiss and started a faster pace.

Pulling back, he tilted his head down and buried it into the crook of your neck, your moans and whimpers sounding like heaven to him. Neither one of you really cared as the bed started to creak every time he thrust into you, not caring that one of the crew members was definitely on the other side of the wall. The pleasure both of you experienced in that moment was too strong and too overwhelming to care.

"Oh my god, Cez," you whimpered, your nails digging into his back and feeling the way his spine arched as he thrust into you with just enough force to have you gasping for breath. His hands were in your hair, tugging every now and then while he released deep groans that were muffled against your neck with every move into you. The feeling of your walls hugging and squeezing his throbbing cock had his mind spinning.

It was so hot in the hotel room. You wanted to blame the Spanish heat for it- also for getting you here in the first place. You were sure that the heat had gotten to your head and that was the only reason why you had ended up in this (beautiful) situation.

But deep down you knew that the heat had nothing to do with any of this. It was all Cez.

He quietly moaned your name as he shifted, creating a new angle and slowing his thrusts to smooth and deep rolls of his hips that immediately had you whimpering beneath him. "Fuck, right there. Right there," you begged, his head lifting to nibble on your earlobe. Your nails were clawing at his back and you were breathing quickly, your eyes struggling to open as he pushed himself up to look down on you.

He had always thought that you were drop dead gorgeous, from the moment he had stepped into that conference room months ago and had laid his eyes on you for the very first time. But this right here, this was a whole new definition of drop dead gorgeous. He never wanted to forget how utterly perfect you looked right now.

You moaned his name in the kind of needy way that had his thrusts falter for a moment. He knew that he was so close to his high and yet needed you to come first. So he leaned down to kiss you again and put as much effort as possible into the way he rolled his hips against yours.

What he didn't know was that you were so close already, your heart racing in your chest as you chased the feeling and desperately hoped that he wouldn't change the perfect angle he had right now. Curling a leg around his hips, you broke away from his lips with a cry of his name as he snuck a hand between your bodies, fingers placing on your clit and rubbing quick circles over it.

You started trembling beneath him and arched your back off the bed, a whimper falling from your lips and your toes curling before you came undone beneath him. It was the strongest orgasm you had experienced in a long time, his fingers never stopping the motions on your clit, even as the feeling of your walls clenching around him also threw him over the edge.

His moans and groans were deep, the complete opposite to your higher moans and whimpers as you clung to the other, his thrust sloppy before he stilled deep inside of you. Somewhere in his post-climax glow he noticed a faint stinging on his back, but the complete satisfaction that took over his body was too strong to care about something else but you and how utterly amazing you were.

Lips finding yours in soft and slow kisses, he carefully pulled out of you and received an immediate whine from you. He placed a few calming pecks over your jaw, both of you still breathing heavily. One of your hands slowly combed through his hair over and over again, your eyes closed and a smile playing on your lips.

"Everything okay?" he murmured, the tip of his nose lightly rubbing against yours and receiving a soft giggle from you.

Forcing your eyes open, you looked up into his tender eyes, your hand coming to rest on the side of his face as you nodded.

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He found you on the balcony, his T-shirt loosely hanging from your shoulders. The two of you had taken separate showers once you had been able to untangle yourselves from the other- and of course he had let you go first, leaving a T-shirt for you so you didn't have to put on your own again that you had worn all day long. So when he had stepped out of the bathroom he had been confused for a moment when he hadn't found you anywhere.

The slightly colder night air felt refreshing against his heated skin, immediately understanding why you had gone outside. You turned your head to look at him as he stepped up beside you. The smile you gave him made his heart skip a beat, his hand instinctively placing on your back, though he stopped himself from pulling you closer.

The water bottle in your hands was half empty as you offered it to him. "Thanks," he smiled gratefully and took it, taking a big gulp and leaning his forearms on the railing, both of you looking out over the city.

"Oh, shit," you suddenly started to giggle, his head turning to you to find you inspecting his back. Gentle fingers touched his skin in a way that gave him goosebumps before you brushed over a spot that made him flinch away- the pain surprising him for a moment. "Sorry," your voice was sheepish as you carefully traced along one of the scratches on his back.

Placing the empty bottle on the small table to his right, he turned back to you, pride written all over his features. "I was that good?" he smirked, making you playfully roll your eyes with a grin on your lips.

"At least you won't have any trouble to cover those up," you responded, hinting at the fact that he only had to wear a T-shirt and no one would ever see them. A sheepish grin spread over his lips as you pointed at your neck where he had left a mark on your skin. "I either have to use tons of makeup or wear a turtleneck," you complained, lightly touching the spot where you knew the dark purple hickey was clearly standing out against your skin.

"I'm really sorry," he apologized and sat down on one of the chairs, "I didn't think it through. I guess I was a little caught up in the moment."

You sighed softly and shrugged. "I also didn't stop you even though I knew what you were doing."

Reaching his hand out to you, he smiled softly as you immediately placed your hand in his and allowed him to pull you closer, looking down on him with warm eyes as you were standing between his spread legs. His hands placed on your hips, turning you a little and guiding you until you were perched on his thigh. "You know," he murmured, one of your arms loosely wrapping around his neck as you leaned against his chest, "if you want to, you can leave a hickey on my neck too so I'll also have to deal with trying to cover it up."

You giggled and shook your head, leaving a soft kiss on his neck while his hand slowly caressed along your thigh, the other resting around your hip in a tight grip, fingers toying with the lace of your panties. "Cez?" you mumbled, your free hand raising to place on his chest.

Tilting his head, he placed a kiss on top of your head and let his lips linger for a moment. "Yes?"

You lifted your head and met his soft gaze, his features relaxing even more as you brought your hand up to cup the side of his face. "I'm glad no one else wanted to come to the bar with us."

He grinned widely and gently squeezed your hip. He noticed how your gaze dropped to his lips and his heart started beating faster, his head instinctively tilting a bit- like a silent sign to show you that he would be okay with it if you kissed him.

So you did.

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Just The Way You Are

A/N: Okay listen. I feel like I hyped this up way too much so please don't be disappointed

Words: 1.7k

Pairing: Cez/Reader

Not even for one second had you stopped to consider that maybe he was already at the hotel as you pulled your suitcase- that felt so much heavier since landing- along behind you. Relief washed over you as you finally reached the door with the right number, an exhausted sigh falling from your lips. You had booked the night-flight with every intention to rest during the almost ten hours you had to spent on that plane, but of course your plan hadn't worked out- you hadn't gotten one second of rest. The only thing that had kept you from wanting to pull your hair out in frustration was the fact that you would finally get to see Cez again.

Your relationship with him was still fairly new, only a few months had passed since you had officially become a couple. During that time his schedule had always allowed him to come home for a few days- until they had started the North American leg of the tour. And suddenly you hadn't seen him in almost a month, which was why you had mutually decided that it was time for you to fly out. It was your first time visiting him on tour and you couldn't be more excited to finally experience him as a tour manager.

You struggled to get the door open with your key card for several seconds before the little light finally went green, quickly pushing the handle down and stepping inside while clumsily pulling your suitcase along. You were so looking forward to just tearing your clothes off and falling into bed. The door fell shut behind you with a heavy thud before the sound of fabric rustling reached you.

Quickly looking up from where you had struggled with your suitcase, you found Cez crawling off the bed- dressed in a T-shirt and boxer briefs and making you wonder if you had woken him- and approaching you with the biggest smile you had ever seen. "Oh my-" you gasped and fell into his opened arms, all the exhaustion immediately vanishing as a rush of excitement filled your body. Stretching up, you wrapped your arms around his neck and tried to push even closer to him as he tightened his arms around you. You released a joyful squeal as he lifted you off the ground and twirled around in a circle before he placed you back down.

The familiar scent that lingered in his T-shirt made your whole body relax in his arms, all of the previous stress washing away with one deep breath. "Hi, darling," he murmured into your ear and placed a kiss on your jaw before he pulled back just enough to look at you. Silently studying his soft and still slightly sleepy features for a moment, you smiled widely before you leaned in for a kiss. His arms immediately tightened around you again as he returned the kiss, though it stayed slow and lazy. Both of you were way too exhausted to take it any further. "How was your flight?" he whispered once you pulled back again, his hands roaming your back and pushing under your sweater to feel your bare skin while you caressed the back of his neck.

The way you groaned and rolled your eyes made him chuckle. "I didn't get to sleep at all," you pouted and leaned against his chest as he tugged you closer. "I didn't think you'd be here already," you noticed and looked up to him, smiling in content as he cupped your face in his hands and lightly brushed his thumbs over the dark shadows beneath your eyes.

Your eyelids fluttered shut under his gentle touches, your hands moving to curl around his forearms instead. "Traffic was a lot better than we expected, so we arrived much earlier than planned," he explained and placed a kiss on your forehead, his lips lingering for a moment longer than necessary as you tilted your head up like you were chasing for the feeling. "I was actually just laying down to rest for a bit before you came," he told you, your eyes opening to meet his blue ones.

"That sounds just perfect right now," you whispered and returned the chaste kiss he placed on your lips before he stepped back. You were quick to kick your shoes off and got rid of your leggings before the two of you climbed back into bed. It didn't take long before exhaustion took over and you fell asleep in his arms, barely even hearing him whisper that he loved you.

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The feeling of his fingers tracing over your spine and warm lips pressing tender kisses to your cheeks and forehead while he murmured your name slowly woke you, a groan falling from your lips as you curled further into his chest. "Why are you waking me?" you whined and pressed your forehead against his collar bones, trying to chase the dream you had and hoping that you could just fall asleep again.

"I'm sorry, darling," he murmured and combed a hand through your hair, "I really want to let you sleep, but you'll deal with insane jetlag if you sleep through the entire day."

"I'm fine with jetlag," you mumbled under your breath and detached yourself from him, instead turning over so your back was facing him, "jus' wanna sleep."

He chuckled softly and shifted closer to you, arms wrapping around you and pulling your back against his chest. Pointedly ignoring the way you grumbled in protest, he placed a couple of tender kisses over the side of your neck. "The crew organized a little dinner party later tonight," he told you.

You whined softly and shifted back against him as he stopped kissing your neck, making him grin widely before he peppered a few more kisses over your soft skin. "Are you going?" you asked quietly, smiling as one of his hands snuck down to caress along your bare thigh.

"I wanted to leave that up to you," he murmured against your neck.

Eyes opening, you blankly stared at the wall across from you. "Me?" you asked and turned your head around to look at him.

He pushed himself up and leaned over you, his gaze meeting yours. "Yeah, you," he grinned and placed a kiss on the tip of your nose, "they asked me to bring you along."

You suddenly felt wide awake. "Oh?"

He chuckled softly as you turned around to him, uncertainty clear in your eyes. "I didn't say anything yet," he tried to calm your nerves, feeling your hand come up to lightly rest on his chest while he caressed a hand along your side, "I wasn't sure if you want to or if you'd rather relax from the long flight, so I told them that I would text them as soon as I know how you're feeling about it."

Your gaze dropped to where your fingers lightly fiddled with the collar of his T-shirt. "What if they don't like me?" you whispered, letting your eyes fall closed as he placed a kiss on your forehead. "You always say how they're like a second family to you. What if I don't fit in?"

His arms tightened around you and tugged you closer, letting you push your head into the crook of his neck. "Well," he started, his hand sneaking under your sweater to caress his fingers along your spine with the perfect kind of pressure, "you're just as insane as everyone else. So you should be fine."

His soft chuckle died down as you pulled back and looked at him with genuinely insecure eyes. "Cez, I'm serious," you said, his eyes widening a bit.

"Darling," he sighed and shook his head, "you really have nothing to worry about. They'll love you, just the way you are. They probably feel like they already know you considering how much I've told them about you."

He had hoped to get a smile out of you, but instead you nervously nibbled around on your bottom lip. "Do they know about our age difference?" you asked quietly, seeing how his eyebrows furrowed before he released a deep breath.

Turning to lay on his back, he pulled you along with him so you were stretched out right on top of him, your cheek coming to rest against his chest. His heartbeat was such a faint sound against your ear and yet it managed to calm you down. "Yes," he answered and combed his fingers through your hair. "That was literally the first thing that came up after I told them that I met someone all those months ago," he told you and gave you a loving smile as you lifted your head to look at him, "and they don't care. They know that you make me happy and that's all they care about." Resting your chin on his chest, you slowly let a finger trace along his collarbone and smiled softly as you felt his hand sneak down to rest on your butt. "But we don't have to go," he reminded you, his fingers lightly caressing along the edge of your panties, "I just thought it might be easier to get to know everyone like that instead of at the venue tomorrow when we're all busy working."

"I know," you sighed and moved to sit up, straddling his waist and not failing to notice how his gaze briefly trailed down your body, "I don't know why I'm so nervous about meeting them. They all sound like lovely people from what you've told me."

"They are," he agreed, grinning as you bit your lip before you took a deep breath. He knew exactly what you were about to say.

"Okay. Tell them we'll be there."

Sitting up, he adjusted you on his lap and gave you a soft smile. "That's my girl," he murmured, his voice deeper than before while his hands returned to their previous position on your body- one under your sweater, the other on your bum.

You cupped his face in your hands and brushed your fingers over his scruff, your gaze briefly dropping to his lips before you looked into his eyes again. The shade of blue had quickly become one of your favorite colors. "Promise you won't leave me alone at dinner?"

"I'll always be right there beside you," he whispered as you leaned in closer. "Promise," he added right before your lips touched his.

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Be Your Teenage Dream Tonight

A/N: Well, here we go. My first ever not-DLS-related Cez fic :) I hope it’s kinda what you guys wanted

Words: 6k

Pairing: Cez/Reader

Warning: Smut

It had been years since you had last seen him and to say that you were giddy was quite the understatement. In fact, you had been giddy ever since you had received the backstage passes months ago. Shawn Mendes, Rogers Center, Toronto.

You only knew one person who could've sent you those and your heart was racing before you even found the little note.

'I'd love if you could come. Cez'

Just his simple handwriting had you almost tearing up as you were hit by so many memories. You couldn't even properly remember how you had met Cez. You had been an aspiring tour manager when he had come into your life like the miracle you had been hoping for, taking you under his wing and showing you all the ropes of the business. You had been around the world with him while you had learned so much from him. He was the reason why you had achieved so much, why you were living your dream, and you were forever thankful for that.

'Security guy was really skeptical as he let me in. Do I still look like a 16 yo fangirl?' you texted him as you were helplessly standing in the backstage area, people bustling around you and not paying much attention to you once they saw the backstage pass around your neck. 'Also, I'm a bit lost. Help?'

You didn't have to wait for too long before you caught sight of him a little down the hall, approaching you with quick steps and a big smile. Grinning widely, you walked towards him and giggled as he wrapped you up in his arms and lifted you a couple of inches off the floor. Your arms locked around his neck, a hand automatically placing on the back of his head before you properly realized what you were doing. "Hey."

"Hi, firecracker."

You could hear the grin in his voice, his arms squeezing your middle before he slowly lowered you down again. A pang of nostalgia filled your chest at the nickname, which only got stronger as you looked up into his still all too familiar blue eyes. Back in the day he had always called you that and you had almost forgotten about it. Your hands rested on his shoulders as he studied your features with a soft smile on his face.

"I'm so glad you were able to make it," he said in a quiet voice, your heart skipping a beat at the sincerity in his voice.

You gave his shoulders a gentle squeeze. "You know I'll always make time for you," you smiled and felt your cheeks heat up a bit as he placed a little peck on your forehead. "I like the beard," you grinned and reached up, your fingers playfully scratching through the scruff.

He grinned widely and took a step back. "Come on, let me introduce you to everyone and show you around a little."

While following him through the endlessly seeming corridors you didn't notice how his gaze slowly trailed down your body. "You look great, darling."

Heat was rising to your cheeks and you cursed yourself for actually blushing, hoping that he wouldn't notice it as you turned to look at him. "Thank you," you smiled before he led your through an open door into a room where half of the crew was relaxing.

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Shawn was the nicest guy you had ever met, just like you had always heard from everyone. So nice that he actually approached you after the concert and asked if you wanted to come along for a little celebration party at his place- even though he had known you for less than 4 hours.

"Sorry, bud," Cez spoke up from behind you, his hand coming to rest on your side as he stepped up beside you, "she's mine for tonight. Got lots of catching up to do."

Shawn's eyebrows raised as he looked back and forth between you and Cez, an intrigued look on his features. Your eyes widened as you caught on after several seconds. "Ohmygod, not like that," you rushed to explain, "really just catching up. We haven't seen each other in years."

"Alright," Shawn chuckled, still seeming unconvinced as he took a few steps backwards, "then have fun catching up."

You blushed heavily as he gave you a wink before he turned to leave.

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"Thanks darling," he murmured as you handed him a bottle of water before you sat down next to him on the couch. After a quick back and forth after the concert you had decided to go to the condo you had rented for your stay in Toronto instead of his hotel room. "Can I ask you something?"

"You know you can ask me anything," you responded and gave him a grin, shifting so you comfortably settled back into the corner of the couch and had perfect view of Cez without having to turn your head to look at him all the time. The beautiful Toronto skyline was lit up behind him, floor to ceiling windows granting you a breathtaking view.

"Why are you so pouty?" he wondered, grinning as your eyes widened like you had been caught before your eyebrows furrowed in an attempt to play it off.

"I'm not pouty," you argued. Damn him for knowing you so well.

He chuckled. "Uh, yes you are. I don't know when it started because I obviously didn't see you much during the concert, but you're pouty."

You scoffed and rolled your eyes, but you knew you couldn't hide it from him. "You know that artist I've been working with lately?" you asked and received a nod from him, a silent sign for you to continue. "Well, he's a douche."

Leaning forward to put his water on the table in front of the couch, he turned to give you his full attention. "How?"

"He always makes these sexist jokes and he's just so self-centered. It doesn't hit me too much but his PA really struggles with it and I hate to watch it," you explained and took a deep breath. "And seeing the connection you have with Shawn just reminded me how much better it could be… and maybe I'm a little jealous now."

He couldn't stop himself from grinning as you actually pouted, but his features dropped immediately as he saw how genuinely disheartened you looked. "Hey," he whispered and shifted closer to you, his arm stretching over the back of the couch. "I know that it's horrible to be in a situation like that," he told you and gave you an encouraging smile as you looked at him, "and as much as I hate it, I can't really give you much advice on this. You have to decide if it's worth to fight through it or if it's better for you to quit."

"What did you do back then?" you asked quietly and shifted to lean into his side instead, your head moving to rest on his shoulder while he wrapped his arm around you.

"I quit," he sighed and shrugged a little, "but that doesn't mean that you should do the same. You're such a strong and independent woman, you know."

You chuckled softly and shook your head. "Yeah, I don't know about that."

"You are," he responded, his voice firm and making you lift your head to look at him. His eyes were determined as he looked at you. "You know how long I've known you. You know that I've seen you struggle with so many things in life. And I know you hate it when people compliment you because it makes you feel awkward, but I'm not letting you brush this one off. Not this time."

You lightly bit your bottom lip and nodded a little hesitantly. "Okay," you whispered and chuckled as he playfully nudged the tip of your nose with his pointer finger. "But I thought about quitting before," you admitted.

"Which is completely fine. If you don't feel comfortable working for him or it even negatively impacts your mental health then it's the right decision."

Silently studying his features for a moment, you gave him a wide smile that he returned and gently squeezed your upper arm. "You know, I really missed you."

"I missed you too, darling," his voice had turned softer than you had ever heard it before.

Tension filled the room, your heartbeat picking up as he didn't take his gaze off you. "You know what we should do?"

"What?" he breathed.

"Move in with each other. Like roommates. You're moving in with me in LA and I'm moving in with you in London. That way we always have a place to stay and a great roommate when we're in town."

You didn't even know what the hell you were saying and you knew that you would feel stupid once you were able to think properly again. But with the way he looked at you it was really hard for you to form a proper thought in your head. "Roommates?" he repeated in a soft whisper. "Is that really what you want to be?"

Swallowing heavily, you finally let your gaze drop to his lips, shaking your head as you started to wonder how his beard would feel like against your skin. "Not really," you breathed before you leaned in, noticing with a hint of reassurance and satisfaction that he did the same.

The second his lips touched yours it was like a fire was ignited inside of you- you were craving more. But instead of rushing to deepen the kiss and preferably dragging him into the bedroom you concentrated on the way he kissed you so tenderly- like he had all the time in the world. Like he wanted to spend all night just kissing you, which actually didn't sound so bad when you thought about it.

Your lips curved into a soft smile under his as he gently cupped your face in his hands, making him smile in return before he slowly pulled back. His forehead rested against yours while his thumbs slowly caressed your cheeks, the two of you quiet with your eyes closed, simply enjoying the moment.

"Can I kiss you again?" he finally interrupted the peaceful silence with a soft whisper, smiling as you immediately nodded and reached up to grasp his forearms.

"Please," you breathed, the word barely out of your mouth before his lips covered yours again. The kiss was just as tender as the first one, but it slowly turned into more, the wet sound of your lips disconnecting before finding the others again filling the quiet condo over and over until he finally licked over your bottom lip.

You didn't hesitate to part your lips and grant him access, allowing him to deepen the kiss. You lightly caressed the inside of his wrist, his kisses so soft that you just wanted to melt into the couch and let him kiss you for the next few hours. But you also wanted more.

Trying to move as gracefully as possible so you wouldn't interrupt the kiss, you obviously failed as your lips parted from his while you twisted and threw a leg over him, straddling his lap and giving him a grin as he looked at you with almost amazed eyes. His hands settled around your waist while yours rested on his shoulders, a low hum of approval leaving his throat as you leaned in and kissed him again. He let you take the lead, his hands slowly starting to travel like he wasn't sure yet how far he could go- not knowing that you were willing to let him go all the way.

It wasn't until you impatiently bit his bottom lip and tugged on it that his touches got more determined, not hesitating to bring his arms around you and cup your ass in his hands before he hauled you closer to him. Your grin broke the kiss, but he immediately tilted his head down and attacked your neck in pecks that were soft and tender and yet gave you goosebumps. The feeling of his beard against the sensitive skin of your neck felt euphoric, your eyes falling shut and a soft whimper leaving your lips as he passed the spot above your pulse point.

His hands instinctively placed on your back as you tilted your head back, stopping you from moving away, even though he was certain that you had no intentions of going anywhere anytime soon- the feeling of your weight pushing down on his crotch had his heart beating faster in excitement, your chest pressed up against his only intensifying it. He heard your soft chuckle as he was busy leaving little love bites behind, not even managing to ask before you already spoke up. "Well, this is a teenage dream come true," you grinned and bit your bottom lip as he gently nibbled along your collar bones.

"It is?" he mumbled against your skin, his hands starting to roam over your back as he kissed up your neck again.

"Yeah," you whispered and opened your eyes as he pulled back after leaving one last lingering kiss below your earlobe, his blue eyes meeting yours. He raised his eyebrows in confusion and amusement, a silent question for you to continue. "Back in the days you were this attractive mentor who was all authoritative but also had a soft side, you know? You were like the hot teacher I never had. I often wondered if you'd end up teaching me other things too at some point," you shrugged, a wide grin spreading over his lips.

It was a bit pathetic, but the way he gripped your hips and easily lifted you off his lap was enough to have your walls clenching around nothing. A surprised squeal escaped your lips followed by a giggle as he laid you down on the couch and crawled on top of you, a satisfied grin playing on his lips as your legs immediately fell open for him. "I didn't know that," he chuckled, a hand braced on the cushions beside your head while the other reached down to caress over the outside of your thigh.

"Would you have acted on it if you had known?" you asked, your hands reaching up to place on his chest.

His features relaxed as you caressed his upper body with slow hands, his head shaking. "No," he responded, "you weren't even 18 when we started working together. It wasn't even an option for me to think of you in any other way than someone who wanted to learn from me."

"And now?" you smirked, loosely wrapping one leg around his waist.

He grinned as you tugged with your leg, but went willingly until his body settled on top of yours, part of his weight still held up by his hand braced beside your head. "I'd be crazy if I tried to deny how breathtakingly gorgeous you've gotten," he breathed and leaned in to kiss you again.

But his kisses weren't gentle and slow anymore- they were passionate and hungry, leaving you absolutely breathless and at his mercy beneath him. You arched your back as his hand slowly moved from your thigh to sneak beneath your T-shirt, nimble fingers pushing the fabric higher up until it rested below your chest. You were slightly out of breath as he pulled away from your lips, his eyes greedily watching as you grasped the hem of your T-shirt and pulled it off, letting it drop to the floor in front of the couch.

His lips parted as he sat up and looked down on you, his hands slowly tracing over your torso while a little smile spread over his lips. "What the hell are you doing to me?" he whispered more to himself and shook his head, your eyebrows raising as he leaned down again to nuzzle his head into your neck again.

"What's that supposed to mean?" you asked while he peppered tender kisses over your skin.

"You make me feel like I'm 14 again about to touch boobs for the first time."

You giggled, his head lifting to look at you. "You were 14 when you touched them for the first time?"

"Mhm," he hummed, his fingers lightly tracing along the cups of your bra and giving you goosebumps, "we were playing truth or dare." His arms raised as you tugged on the hem of his T-shirt, allowing you to take it off without interrupting his story. "I'm not even going to pretend like I didn't get a bit hard, but in the end it was so not what I expected it to be." He chuckled as your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, the feeling of your fingers tracing over his upper body almost making him shiver. "I wasn't attracted to her at all, so getting to touch her boobs in a room full of people watching was not exactly exciting," he shrugged and briefly let his gaze flicker to your chest before a smirk spread over his lips. "This right here is very exciting though."

"Yeah?" you grinned, his gaze dropping again before he leaned in.

"Yeah," he nodded, followed by you gasping his name as he pushed his face into the gap between your breasts. Your hands immediately moved to tangle into his hair as he left open-mouthed kisses over your skin, sucking on the swell of your boobs and making you hope that he was leaving marks behind that would remind you of this for the next few days. The feeling of his scruff scratching your skin made your head spin- which didn't get any better as he tugged the cup of your bra aside and wrapped his lips around your nipple.

The way you whimpered had his length twitching under his clothes, his teeth gently tugging on the hardened bud while his hips tilted a bit more against yours. Your hands tugged on his hair and your back arched off the couch with the way your spine arched, his hand immediately sneaking beneath like he wanted to support you. He was so concentrated on getting those beautiful little gasps out of you that he didn't even notice your legs angling up on either side of him until your hips rocked up against his.

His moan was muffled against your skin, his fingers fumbling with the clasp of your bra for a short moment before he got it undone. He only briefly detached his lips from your skin to tug the piece of clothing off and carelessly toss it aside before he attached his mouth to your chest again, hands coming up to cup your boobs. The way you gently scratched your nails over his scalp before you dragged them down his back made him shiver in pleasure, licking over your nipple in a way that made you squirm beneath him.

Though, you grinned as you noticed how distracted he got as you moved your hands to his front, simply breathing against your skin for a long moment as you opened the button of his jeans before he rested his forehead against your chest. His eyelashes almost brushed your skin as he tilted his head down to watch as you pulled his zipper down before you shoved the denim down his legs, his lips parting with a relieved sigh as you also tugged his boxers down and freed his throbbing hard length.

His eyes threatened to fall shut as your hand wrapped around him, but he forced himself to watch while a deep groan left his throat. He watched how you gave him a few skilled pumps before he lifted his head, finding your awaiting lips in a passionate kiss. His quiet moans and sighs were muffled against your lips until he broke away with a shaky breath as you brushed your thumb over his leaking tip, collecting the bead of precum. "Fuck, darling," he sighed and slowly rocked his hips into your hand.

"Look at us," you grinned, his eyebrows raising, "catching up."

He chuckled and shook his head, his eyebrows furrowing in pleasure as you twisted your wrist just perfectly. "Should I be offended that you're thinking of Shawn right now?"

You lightly bit your bottom lip before you shrugged your shoulders. "Are you going to do something about it?" you challenged, a smirk spreading over his lips before he leaned in to kiss you again.

His kisses were hungry and passionate, his hands seemingly everywhere and leaving goosebumps all over your body. Until he tugged on the button of your jeans.

You shifted your hips beneath him and released a soft hum into his mouth, encouraging him to undo your pants before his hand snuck beneath the denim. Your free hand landed on his back, nails digging into his skin and your lips breaking away from his with a quiet cry of his name as his digits immediately found your clit. A low grunt left his mouth as he already found you wet for him, his length twitching in your hand.

His head tilted down to place little kisses along your shoulder while his fingers eagerly explored your core, tracing over your clit and trying out different pressures and patterns until he found the one that got the most beautiful moans out of you, keeping up the pace and enjoying the way you squirmed beneath him and lightly bucked your hips every now and then.

"Cez..." you mumbled, gasping as he rubbed his beard over the side of your neck before he lifted his head to look at you, "can we like, take this to the bedroom? Get a bit more comfortable?"

He swallowed heavily and nodded, his hand almost reluctantly pulling out from under your jeans while you let go of his cock. Leaving a soft peck on your lips, he pushed himself up and climbed off the couch before he reached to help you up, your cheeks flushing a bit as you grasped his outstretched hands. You noticed how his gaze briefly trailed down your bare upper body, making you grin before you tugged him towards the bedroom. He started to question his luck as he stumbled after you, wondering how on earth he managed to get here- about to spend the night with you.

Inside the bedroom it all happened very fast- one second he was turning the bedside lamps on and the next the two of you were laying on the big king sized bed, all skin against skin with your clothes messily left on the floor. You were both laying on your sides facing each other, arms wrapped around the others body while your lips were pressed to his. His hands explored your body, fingertips so light on your skin that it gave you goosebumps while you slowly wrapped your leg over his hip.

He grunted into the kiss as you pushed closer to him and his cock nudged against your folds, his fingertips digging into your thigh for a moment. Hitching your leg up higher on his waist, he slowly rolled on top of you and settled down between your legs. Your quiet whimper almost got drowned out by his deep groan as he lightly rocked his hips and dragged his length over your clit, giving you the perfect kind of friction and letting him feel how wet you were. "Fuck," he mumbled and dipped his head down to your neck, leaving a few sloppy kisses over your flushed skin before he moved to nibble on your earlobe, "you got a condom somewhere, darling?"

You swallowed heavily and took a deep breath before you shook your head. "I didn't pack any," you sighed and bit your bottom lip as you contemplated your next words. He lifted his head and nodded, giving you a little smile, though you could see that he was a bit disappointed. "But I'm on birth control."

For a long moment he didn't show any kind of reaction as he simply looked at you before he raised a hand and tucked your hair behind your ear. "You trust me that much?"

"You have no idea how much I trust you," you whispered, his features immediately softening as he felt his chest fill with affection.

Silently looking at each other, you started smiling at the same time before he leaned down to capture your lips in a tender kiss. It was like a mutual decision as you wrapped your legs around his waist and tugged right when he shifted. The kiss got interrupted as you took a shaky breath and he softly moaned your name as he slowly pushed into you, his forehead leaning against yours, both of you having your eyes closed.

He stopped moving as he was buried deep inside of you to give you a moment to adjust- and himself a chance to catch his breath. It was only when you started squirming beneath him that he started to move, the fact that he got to feel you like this without any kind of layer in between overwhelming his senses in the best way.

Tilting his head down, he couldn't stop himself from sucking a hickey on the side of your neck where everyone could see it, feeling your nails lightly digging into his shoulder blades in return.

It was the perfect mix of everything- one moment he had his hips snapping against yours in ways that made you cry out his name and the next he had your chest swelling with affection as he peppered tender kisses over your face while steadily rolling his hips against yours.

He eventually had you coming undone beneath him just seconds before he reached his high, leaving both of you gasping for breath as you clung to the other's body and lazily rode out the aftershocks of your highs.

You released a quiet whine as he rolled off of you, his soft chuckle reaching your ears as he laid down flat on his back beside you, his arm stretching out and inviting you to come closer. You knew that you'd usually feel uncomfortable to lay completely naked on top of the covers as you shifted closer to him and curled against his side, but it was near impossible to feel uncomfortable around him. He just had that kind of effect on you.

His hand slowly combed through your slightly tangled hair over and over in calming motions as you turned your head to place a kiss on his chest, your lips lingering for a moment. Was that his heart racing you felt against your mouth or were you just imagining it?

"Everything okay?" he whispered, your head lifting to look at him and receiving a tender smile from him.

You nodded. "Very," you smiled and stretched up as he puckered his lips, his arm around you tightening as you kissed him. "I'm gonna go take a quick shower."

He watched as you climbed off the bed, unable to stop his eyes from trailing down your body. "Can I join you?" he asked, biting his bottom lip as you stopped in the doorway to the bathroom and looked at him over your shoulder.

"I'd love that."

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A peaceful silence had settled in the bedroom a while ago as Cez had fallen asleep with you in his arms. But you were unable to sleep, staring up at the ceiling while thoughts raced in your mind until you finally decided that it was enough.

Carefully moving out of his embrace, you made sure that he was still sleeping before you almost silently stepped out of the bedroom and pulled the door almost completely shut, leaving it a tiny bit ajar. Grabbing your laptop, you flopped down on the couch and experienced a short moment of hesitation and doubt before you opened a new document and started typing.

The sun was about to start rising as you tip-toed back into the bedroom, a smile spreading over your lips as you found him still peacefully sleeping. You tried so hard not to wake him as you crawled back into bed, but he started stirring once you settled down. "Where have you been?" he murmured, his voice deep and raspy as he shifted closer to you without opening his eyes.

You smiled as he wrapped his arms around you and pulled your back flush to his chest, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck and leaving a little kiss there. "Had to write an email," you told him in a quiet voice, "go back to sleep."

He hummed and snuggled further against you, his legs tangling with yours. "Work?" he mumbled.

"Kinda."

He was quiet for a long moment before his confused grunt reached your ears. "What's that supposed to mean?"

You bit your bottom lip and turned around to him, his arms only loosening around you as much as necessary before he pulled you closer again. Sleepy blue eyes blinked down on you, but you could see that he was too curious to go back to sleep now. "I let them know that I'm quitting," you announced, his eyes immediately widening and hands stopping where they had been in the middle of sneaking beneath your T-shirt.

"You did?"

"Mhm" you hummed and smiled as he brought a hand up to tuck your hair behind your ear, a worried frown resting on his features, "and I feel so much better now. I gave a month's notice so I'll have to see him again a few more times but then I'm free." Before he had any time to respond your eyes widened, panic filling your features before you quickly sat up. "I'm free," you repeated before you shook your head, "I don't have a job anymore. What the hell did I do?"

His hand snuck under your T-shirt to place on your back as he also sat up, leaving a soft kiss on your shoulder. "Hey, firecracker," he whispered and waited until you looked at him, giving you a smile that had your heartbeat slowing down again. "Stop panicking. It's okay. You'll find something else and you'll be much happier there."

"But what if I don't? What if I end up not finding a job for so long that I end up on the street?"

"You won't," he told you, seeing how you slowly started to relax as he traced his fingers up and down your spine. "As long as I'm around you won't ever end up on the street, yeah? I'll let you stay at my place for as long as you want to if we get there," he gave you an encouraging smile and received a little weak one from you, "but if you want to, I'll talk to the crew later and see if we have some job for you to do until you find something new."

You immediately shook your head. "Oh gosh, no, Cez. You really don't have to do that."

"I'm just saying. It's an option. Or I can ask around if someone else is in need of a tour manager."

You sighed softly and let yourself fall back again, smiling softly as he leaned over you. His skin seemed almost golden, the first rays of sunshine beaming into the room. "Sometimes I wonder what I'd do without you," you told him and reached up to cup his face in your hands, feeling the way he smiled widely. Brushing a thumb over his cheekbone, you tugged gently while lifting your head off the pillow, your eyes falling closed as his lips met yours.

He was hesitant at first and it was only then that you realized that you had no idea how he felt about everything that had happened between you those few hours ago. What if it was nothing more than a one night stand for him? What if kissing him made everything weird now?

But just when you were about to start panicking and wanted to pull away he fully relaxed into it, his head tilting for a better angle and deepening the kiss before you had the chance to move away. You had to stop yourself from smiling as you combed a hand through his hair and tangled it into his curls at the back of his head, every new kiss he placed on your lips easing your worries a bit more until you realized that he was right. You would be fine.

You licked your bottom lip like you were chasing for the way he tasted as he slowly pulled back, laying down beside you and pulling you into his chest while tugging the covers up to cover your bodies again. You felt so safe and protected as he wrapped his arms around you and placed a couple of little pecks over your forehead, your cheeks blushing at the affectionate gesture. "Think you'll be able to catch a few more hours of sleep?" he whispered and lightly rubbed the tip of his nose against yours in a way that made you giggle.

Nodding your head, you smiled as he placed another tender kiss on your lips before the two of you moved into a comfortable position- though you barely used the big bed with the way you were pressed against another.

–—–—–—–—–—–

He was gone when you woke up in the morning. No note. No text. No nothing. Just wrinkled and cold sheets where he had been once. Your heart was heavier than ever before as you stood in the middle of the living room, no trace of him left. It was like he had never even been there and it made you want to cry a little.

You had feared that he would regret this. What if you were still the little girl you used to be to him? What if he had woken up and realized that he had made a mistake and bailed before he had to find a weak excuse as to why he had to leave immediately?

"Fuck," you mumbled under your breath and ran a hand through your hair, about to sit down on the couch when you heard keys turning in the lock. You spun around, eyes wide as you watched how Cez stepped into the condo and smiled brightly as he saw you.

That was the moment when you started feeling stupid and hysterical. He was balancing two coffee cups and a paper bag of the nearest bakery in his hands while gently shoving the door closed with his foot and tossing the keys aside. Why did you always have to jump to conclusion like that?

"Hey, good morning, darling," he smiled and carefully placed everything down on the nearest surface before he approached you. "I was kinda hoping I'd get back before you were up. Wanted to surprise you with breakfast," he explained and reached his arms out to you as you hurried over to him. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion and worry as you threw yourself into his arms and clung to his neck, rubbing a hand over your back while you pressed your face against the side of his neck. "Everything okay?"

You were quiet for a long moment before you chuckled and shook your head, pulling back just enough to look at him. "I was just... I thought you left," you blushed and shrugged a little helplessly, his eyes widening.

His hands gripped your waist for a moment before he reached up to cup your face in his hands, looking at you with genuinely apologetic eyes. "I knew I should've left you a note," he sighed and brushed his thumbs over your cheeks, feeling your hands slowly caress his chest. "I'm sorry, darling," he whispered and leaned in for a soft kiss, "can I make up for it with what I hope will be an amazing breakfast in bed?"

You smiled softly and nodded. "That sounds perfect."

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Dirty Little Secret (Who Has To Know?)

A/N: I don’t even know how to start. Probably by mentioning that this is a threesome fic between Shawn and Cez and the Reader. I honestly don’t think I would’ve ever finished it, much less would be posting it, without @waitonmedarling listening to my rambles and helping me out whenever I got stuck and most of all enduring all of my thirsty thoughts. Also for proof reading this. Thank you! 😘

Please keep in mind that I know close to nothing about Cez because it’s really hard to find anything about him 😂

Look at me trying to be ~edgy~ with these titles lately

Words: 10k

Pairing: Shawn/Cez/Reader

Warning: Smut. Threesome.

Tour life was crazy and exhausting most of the time, so much that you sometimes found yourself wondering why you had chosen this life. But then, on nights off like this one, with the whole team gathered in a bar, you remembered why you enjoyed this lifestyle so much.

"Who's getting the next round?"

"I will," you responded and got up, stopping mid step when a hand curled around your wrist.

Worried dark eyes looked up to you before Shawn looked over his shoulder towards the crowded bar, mostly surrounded by guys. "Want me to come with you?" he offered, getting an immediate smile from you. That was part of the reason why you loved working for him- how caring and thoughtful he was, never letting the fame get to his head and always being the charming guy he is.

"I'll be fine, but thanks," you smiled, his touch leaving your wrist as you once again turned to step away from the table.

What you didn’t know was that you had two pairs of eyes following you as you walked over to the bar to order the next round of shots, both of them checking you out.

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The night hadn't started like that, but at some point you found yourself sitting in between Shawn and Cez, both of them so close that their thighs kept brushing yours below the table- you were still trying to figure out if it was accidental. But you couldn't deny that you were absolutely enjoying yourself, surrounded by two incredibly attractive guys.

'I am sitting between 2 guys who are both too attractive to be true, who both smell too good to be true, are too funny to be true and they keep touching me in friendly ways that actually drive me insane. help!!'

That was the text that had started everything that would happen later that night. That text had turned into your friend interrogating you on both Shawn and Cez before it had somehow turned into a threesome talk. And to top the whole thing off you made the horrible mistake of leaving your phone on the table while you went to pee.

Cez's gaze caught your phone as the screen lit up with an incoming message, already about to look back up when he caught his name. Curiosity got best of him as he lightly leaned over so he could read the message before the screen would go black again.

'for real tho. A threesome with Shawn and Cez would be a dream come true, right?! I honestly don't get how you didn't give in to either one of them already'

Clearing his throat, he looked over his shoulder to check that you weren't just now coming back to the table before he took your phone while nudging Shawn across your empty chair.

Shawn turned to look at his tour manager and raised his eyebrows as Cez handed him the phone, but wordlessly took it and read the message. His eyes widened in an almost comical way before his head snapped up, searching the bar before he turned to Cez again. "What is this?"

–—–—–—–—–—–

You were blissfully unaware of what had happened while you had been in the bathroom, sitting down between the two guys again and reaching for your drink. You didn't notice the way they kept staring at you out of the corner of their eyes.

What you did notice was the way they suddenly turned even more touchy than before. The first touch of Cez's hand on your thigh startled you for a short moment, but you didn't read too much into it. You smiled as Shawn put his arm over the back of your chair and started playing with your hair, simply because you knew that he was quite the touchy person. But you had to bite back a moan as Cez's hand later placed on the back of your neck where he actually started to lightly massage your skin.

Even when you reached for your phone to answer your friends text with a few eye-roll emojis you still didn't make the connection.

Shawn leaned in closer to you, his lips lightly brushing the shell of your ear. You knew that it didn't seem like a strange thing to an outsider, especially with how loud it was in the bar, so it only looked like he was casually telling you something. But his words made you shiver. "What if I told you that Cez and I are down for it?"

Your eyes widened before you forced yourself to act calmly, knowing that tons of questions would be fired your way if someone noticed. Turning to look at him as he pulled back again, he gave you a soft grin as he noticed your shocked expression. "For what?" you asked, your voice weak as all kinds of fantasies crossed your mind while you didn't want to get your hopes up yet.

His only response was to tap the black screen of your phone. Swallowing heavily, you turned to look at Cez as he lightly placed his hand on your thigh again. "I might've seen the text. Sorry," he apologized in a quiet voice.

Your thoughts started racing as you tried to figure out what you had gotten yourself into and if you really weren't just dreaming. "You can't be serious, guys," you finally concluded, receiving a grin and a shrug from Cez while Shawn smirked at you.

Clearing his throat, Shawn leaned in again. "Why don't we head back to the hotel?" he murmured right when Cez's hand gently squeezed your thigh, your eyes widening for a moment as you swallowed heavily. Keeping your gaze on his hand- his thumb slowly brushing back and forth while he patiently waited for you to make a decision- you slowly lifted your head and looked from one guy to the other a few times before you found yourself nodding.

You were scared that it would seem suspicious, but no one seemed to question why the three of you left at the same time. The hotel was only a short walk away from the bar and it passed in silence, Shawn only quickly waving at the couple of fans waiting in front of the hotel before you entered the building.

"Mine or yours?" Cez murmured, the simple question making your heart skip a beat in excitement. You were really about to do this.

"Mine. You of all people should know that I got the best room," Shawn responded with a grin, chuckling as Cez shoved him with a smirk. Usually you would roll your eyes at them, but the fact that the three of you were waiting for the elevator to take you up to Shawn's room where you might experience the best night of your life kept you quiet.

Of course other people were getting in the elevator with you, your fantasies of getting pushed up against the mirrored walls and kissed until you were breathless getting destroyed immediately. But your heart started beating faster when a strong and tattooed arm snuck around your middle, gently tugging you back until you were pressed up against his front. You had to bite your lip as he slowly- in movements so light that an outsider definitely wouldn't notice them- rolled his hips against the curve of your ass.

You reached the floor before you even fully got to appreciate how nice it felt to have his arms wrapped around you like that, the three of you the only ones that got out. Cez wrapped an arm around your shoulders as you walked down the long hallways while Shawn dug his keycard out of the back pocket of his jeans, your head turning to look up to him. "You know you can tell us if you change your mind about this, right?" he asked quietly, giving you a comforting smile that had your heartbeat slow down.

You nodded. "I know," you responded and smiled as he placed a soft kiss on your cheek like he usually did right after greeting you. You reached the door right when Shawn unlocked it, holding it open and letting you step inside first with a soft smile. What you didn't know- but highly suspected- was that you had two pair of eyes staring at your butt before they followed you into the room.

You heard the lock click into place before you turned around to them to find Shawn tossing the card on the desk shoved against the wall while Cez took his jacket off and threw it over the back of one of the armchairs. You followed his example and took your shoes and socks off while you were at it before you straightened up again and gave them a grin. "I have to be honest with you guys, I've never done this before."

"You think we have?" Shawn chuckled and ran a hand through his hair, Cez clearing his throat beside him and immediately getting all of the attention.

Scratching the back of his neck, he shrugged and gave you a smirk. "Actually, I have," he confessed, your eyes widening while Shawn took a step back and stared at his tour manager with pure disbelief written in his eyes.

"You what?"

Cez shrugged. "Yeah. So?"

Crossing your arms in front of your chest with a big grin, you tilted your head at them. "But what would this do to your wholesome duo reputation?" you teased with a grin. "Imagine the shitstorm if your fans find out that their beloved Shawn isn't an innocent boy like they all assume."

Quickly looking over to his tour manager, he grinned before he approached you. His hands settled on your waist as soon as he was close enough, looking down on you with warm and dark eyes before he slowly leaned in closer. You instinctively reached up to grasp his upper arms as the tip of his nose lightly rubbed against yours while your eyelids fluttered. You couldn't decide if you wanted to close them already or keep them open until he would finally kiss you. "But you don't kiss and tell, do you?" he whispered, his lips almost brushing yours as he talked.

"Guess you have to find out," you breathed right before he closed the gap between you, his soft lips perfectly fitting against yours. You couldn't hold back the quiet whimper as he kissed you in a tender way, his grip on you tightening at the sound. Reaching up, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pushed yourself up on your tip toes in the process, your chest pressing up against his.

You were aware of the sound of Cez moving around, but you couldn't bring yourself to concentrate on it while Shawn gently coaxed you to part your lips- which you didn't hesitate to do- before he deepened the kiss, a low groan rumbling in his chest at the first taste of you. The feeling of another pair of hands settling on your hips startled you for a moment, but you found yourself relaxing into it as another body pressed up against your back.

You broke away from the kiss with a soft gasp as warm lips touched the side of your neck in gentle kisses, the feeling of his beard brushing over your skin giving you immediate goosebumps. Your fingers tugged on Shawn's hair as he didn't hesitate to dip his head down, peppering a bit rougher kisses over the other side of your neck.

"Shit, guys," you whimpered, your teeth harshly digging into your bottom lip as Cez boldly moved his hands up to cup your boobs, his low moan muffled against your skin. But then some part of your brain started working again, immediate panic bubbling up. "Hold on."

Your voice was barely more than a breath, but they both pulled back immediately. Dark eyes looked down on you, understanding written in them as he let go of you, letting you take a step back after Cez's touch left you. "It's okay. We don't have to do anything if you're not comfortable," Shawn reassured you, the smile he gave you only easing your worries a bit.

Running a hand through your hair, you sighed and met Cez's blue eyes as he stepped around you to look at you with concerned eyes. "That's really not the problem, guys," you mumbled, your teeth nervously biting your bottom lip.

"Then what is it?" Cez asked, his voice quiet and soothing.

You started pacing the hotel room, your heart racing in your chest. "How can you be so calm about this? What if things get weird after we do this? I mean, we're working together literally every day and-"

"Hey," Cez's voice was firm, his hands grasping your upper arms to bring your restless legs to a stop. Your eyes were wide as you looked up to him. "Deep breaths, yeah? It's not worth having a panic attack over this," he told you, smiling as you took a shaky breath and held it in your lungs for a long moment before slowly releasing it again.

It was quiet in the room for a moment before you spoke up again. "How do threesomes even work? Is there some guidebook?"

Both of them chuckled, Cez letting go of you when he was sure that you wouldn't start to panic again. "Why don't you ask Mister 'had a threesome before'?" Shawn sassed and nodded over to his tour manager who started to laugh.

"Are you mad that you don't have as much experience as I do?"

Shawn crossed his arms in front of his chest while leaning back against one of the armchairs, but before he could speak up your quiet and insecure voice reached them.

"Guys…"

"You're thinking way too much about this, honey," Shawn told you, his defensive stance having softened instantly as soon as his eyes had met yours. "I also don't know what will happen and how this whole thing will work," he continued, giving you an encouraging smile as you nervously nibbled around on your bottom lip. The realization that he was just as inexperienced as you were in this case calmed you immensely. "Just relax. We'll just… go with the flow, okay? Do whatever feels right. No pressure."

You took a calming breath before you nodded. "Okay. I can do that."

"So, if I were to kiss you, would that be okay?" Cez asked and slowly stepped closer to you again.

"That would be more than okay," you grinned and reached for him as soon as he was close enough, your hands cupping around his face while he leaned down to kiss you. Kissing him was so much different than kissing Shawn- the feeling of his beard on your skin had you swallowing down a moan, wondering what it would feel like on the inside of your thighs or even right against your-

The feeling of his hands settling on your hips brought you back to reality, tugging you closer to him while he deepened the kiss before his hands slid to rest on your butt, squeezing the cheeks gently. "Just-" you were interrupted as Cez kissed you again, your lips curling into a smile. "Just a quick question," you said as you finally managed to break away from him, your head tilting as he immediately attacked your neck in gentle kisses again while your hands moved to grasp his shoulders.

"What is it?" Shawn asked, staying right where he was and giving you a smirk as your eyelids fluttered when Cez found that one really sensitive spot on your neck. One of your hands tangled into Cez's hair at the back of his head as he concentrated on the spot, your back arching and chest pushing against his as he sucked on it.

"When did you even talk about this?" your voice was breathy, eyes falling closed as Cez moved a hand up to rest it on your back like he wanted to keep you pressed up against him like this.

Moving his head up, he gently nibbled on your earlobe and received a gasp from you, your fingers tugging on his hair. "When your friend sent that text," he answered, his voice deeper and sending a shiver down your back before he moved in to kiss you again. You moaned into his mouth, his hands slowly sliding beneath your long sleeve, fingers tickling your back.

You licked your bottom lip as he pulled away, eyes opening to find Shawn approaching. "And you managed to agree that you're both down for it while I was in the bathroom for just a couple of minutes?" you grinned up to Cez while Shawn stepped up behind you.

Grasping the hem of your sweater, Shawn grinned as you didn't hesitate to lift your arms up, allowing him to tug it off. Cez immediately moved his attention to your chest, your breasts perfectly spilling out of the cups of your bra. "Guess we're both fucked for you," Cez murmured and gave you a smirk.

Shawn slowly explored your back, his fingertips ghosting over your skin while your hips tilted back. A low growl rumbled in his chest behind you as your butt pushed against his crotch, Cez lightly toying with the straps of your bra and slowly brushing them off your shoulders.

Blue eyes looked down on you with a fond expression written in them as he noticed the blush on your cheeks. "Don't be shy, darling," he whispered and leaned in to place soft kisses over your jaw while his hands traced down your sides to curl around the side of your butt that was slowly grinding back, Shawn's sinfully quiet whimpers sounding like heaven to your ears.

Cez backed off as Shawn tugged you back against his toned chest, big hands spread over your lower stomach to keep you in place as he gently bit your shoulder, the sound he received going straight south. "We'll take good care of you tonight, honey," Shawn promised in a whisper, the two of you watching Cez as he pulled the curtains shut to give you a sense of privacy from the world outside. You breathlessly gasped Shawn's name as he slowly snuck his hand under your jeans before he hesitated, but the way you tilted your hips into his touch had him moving his hand fully down.

He grunted against your shoulder as a single finger dipped between your folds, your juices immediately coating his finger as he rubbed slow circles over your clit. Your knees buckled as you finally got some friction on your clit and your eyes were heavy lidded as you found Cez watching you with darkened eyes. You moved a hand back, Shawn's deep groan filling the room just a moment later as you palmed him over his jeans, his cock straining against the denim.

"God, baby," he murmured, wishing that your tight jeans would allow him to push his fingers into you and really feel you, "'got me so hard for you."

Turning your head, you found his lips in a bit of an awkward angle, but neither of you really seemed to care as he greedily devoured your lips. It didn't last as long as you had hoped for, instead you were interrupted when he moaned your name while you applied pressure on his tip through his jeans. "You two are quite the sight for sore eyes," Cez's voice reached you, your head turning back to find him sitting on the edge of the bed, palming himself over his jeans.

"See what you're doing to us?" Shawn whispered into your ear, his teeth tugging on your earlobe while his finger moved over your clit just perfectly. You whimpered as he pulled his hand back, not even getting the chance to complain before he gave you a gentle push towards Cez who held a hand out to you.

Your head was still spinning a bit when you took his hand as soon as you were close enough, letting him tug you between his spread legs. "Can't wait to get my mouth on you," he murmured and placed a couple of small pecks along the waistband of your jeans, your mouth dropping open without a sound coming out. It only took a swift move from him to have you flopping down on the bed, laying flat on your back on the bed with your legs dangling off the edge. Crawling over you, he braced his hands on either side of you while he held himself up above you, his lips meeting yours over and over in kisses that gradually turned longer and hotter.

You inhaled deeply and tilted your head back as he trailed soft kisses down your neck, your hands in his hair as he kissed over the swell of your breasts. His hands were eagerly exploring your bare skin, your eyes fluttering open as the bed dipped under another weight beside you. Shawn gave you a soft smile- by now in nothing but his black skinny jeans with the white waistband of his boxers peeking out- while he tossed an entire Durex pack on the bed beside him.

You grinned while Cez chuckled against your stomach, his head lifting. "Got a long night planned?" he teased while he moved to kneel on the floor in front of the bed, right between your legs. You got hot and cold at the sight, squirming in anticipation as his fingers reached for the button of your jeans.

Shawn smirked and shrugged a shoulder. "You don't?" he responded, not seeming to expect an answer as he turned to you. His features softened immediately, reaching out to brush your hair back while you lifted your hips off the bed to allow Cez to pull your jeans off. "You good, honey?" Shawn whispered and cupped a hand around the side of your face. You nodded, but before you could speak up you felt a broad tongue pushing against your clit with the fabric of your panties in between, a gasp falling from your lips while your back arched off the bed.

"Fuck, Cez," you moaned, your head tilting down to look at him, but Shawn quickly turned your head back to him so he could capture your lips in a passionate kiss. You were overwhelmed in the best way, torn between concentrating on Shawn's lips and his fingers that tickled on your chest or Cez's mouth working wonders on you, even though he didn't have full access to your core yet.

Reaching below yourself, you unclasped your bra and grinned as Shawn immediately helped you take it off before his mouth moved to your chest, lips wrapping around your nipple before he sucked on it. Cez guided your legs over his shoulders and simply pushed your panties aside before he dove back in, the feeling of his tongue on your clit and beard tickling on your skin with Shawn's lips and tongue teasing your sensitive nipples leaving you a moaning and whimpering mess beneath them.

Tangling a hand into Shawn's curls to tug on them, you reached your other hand down to find one of Cez's, smiling as he immediately intertwined his fingers with yours and let you dig your nails into the back of his hand. "Fuck, you sound so beautiful," Shawn murmured and moved up to kiss you again before he looked down, your gaze following his to where Cez's face was buried between your legs, the sight alone already making your knees weak. "How does she taste?" Shawn murmured as Cez opened his eyes to find the two of you watching him.

You gasped and jerked in surprise as he playfully nibbled on your clit before he pulled back, his mouth glistening. "Have a taste," he grinned. Shawn didn't hesitate to lean down, his necklace bumping against your lower stomach and his fingers holding your panties aside as he licked through your folds, his low groan vibrating against your core and making you gasp his name.

Cez gently placed your feet on the floor so he could get up, his gaze on Shawn's head moving between your thighs while he undressed, his sweater dropping to the floor first before his jeans followed. "Fuck, I gotta be the luckiest girl ever," you sighed, Shawn's head lifting as he chuckled before he placed a kiss on your hip and got up.

"You're wrong. We're the lucky ones here," Cez replied while he dropped the last piece of clothing on the floor while Shawn fumbled to take his jeans off. You sat up as Cez approached you, a smirk playing on his lips. You were dying to get your mouth on him, but he sat down beside you at the foot of the bed before you could reach out to pull him closer. "Because we get to spend the night with such an incredibly beautiful girl," he continued and guided you to straddle his lap, his hands exploring your legs on either side of him as soon as you settled on his thighs.

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you leaned in to kiss him and released a soft hum into his mouth as you tasted yourself on his tongue. Locking an arm around your hips, he tugged you closer and lightly bit your bottom lip as he had your clothed core pressed up against his throbbing cock, your hips immediately bucking to create a bit of friction.

Calloused fingertips traced over your back as Shawn stepped up behind you, goosebumps spreading over your arms as he slowly brushed your hair over your shoulders so it fell down your back in slightly messy curls. Lips disconnecting from Cez's, you smiled as Shawn immediately curled a hand around your chin and tilted your head back so he could capture your lips in an upside down kiss.

Letting himself fall back so he laid flat on his back with his feet still touching the floor, Cez adjusted you on top of him and growled as his length pushed between your folds so the tip rubbed against your clit with your panties still in between. Your gasp interrupted the kiss just shortly before Shawn connected his lips to yours again, your hands bracing on Cez's thighs behind you as you started to rock your hips, his shaft sliding back and forth against the fabric and giving both of you the perfect kind of friction.

Giving Shawn a smirk as he pulled back, you turned to Cez who had his eyebrows furrowed in pleasure with the way you were rolling your hips against him. Bending over him, you braced a hand beside his head and found his lips in a chaste kiss while you reached for the pack of condoms. Shawn licked his lips, his gaze eagerly trailing over your bare backside, hands caressing and squeezing your bum before his eyes focused on your hand that reached back to him, shiny square between two of your fingers.

Grinning widely, he took it and quickly ripped it open while you tangled your hands into Cez's hair, his lips chasing yours while his hands had settled on your hips, guiding your movements. Though, your motions stopped completely and your head dropped to rest on his chest as Shawn pressed into you after simply pushing your panties aside, your walls stretching open around him and a whimper falling from your lips as he bottomed out in a smooth thrust.

"Fuck," Shawn's moan filled the room, his blunt nails digging into your ass as he waited for you to adjust, only moving when you wriggled your hips against him.

You were limp and breathless, the position allowing him to thrust so deep that you were sure you'd be seeing stars soon while Cez's hands combed through your hair in a calming way. Blue eyes met yours as you lifted your head, his lips curving into a soft smile while his hands cupped your cheeks. The feeling of Shawn's length moving deep inside of you while Cez kissed you again had your mind spinning in the best way, your hips picking up their former movements.

You couldn't remember ever having felt so overwhelmed before- you were torn between concentrating on Shawn inside of you and Cez grinding against you, both of them delivering the best kind of pleasure you had ever received. Breaking away from Cez's lips, you braced a hand on his chest and reached the other one back, finding the back of Shawn's neck and pulling him closer. His chest flattened against your back without stopping the motions of his hips, his lips touching the crook of your neck in sloppy kisses.

It was only a rather brief moment when you and Shawn both looked down on Cez with dark eyes, but he had to swallow heavily. Having both of you looking at him like that definitely shouldn't turn him on as much as it did, he decided and placed his hands around your waist as he started to meet the movements of your hips while you turned your head to kiss Shawn again.

Shawn got quite vocal as he neared his high- his moans increased, beautiful quiet sounds falling from his lips while his head pushed against the side of your neck. His arms wrapped around your waist to keep you pressed up against him, still allowing you to grind against Cez while his thrusts quickened. Your name left his lips in a choked sound as he came, blunt nails scratching at your sides while he grunted against your neck, riding his high out with a few sloppy thrusts.

He knew you were close, so he clenched his jaw and tried to ignore how sensitive he was as he kept thrusting into you with slow movements of his hips while he mouthed at your neck.

Resting your cheek against Cez's chest, you clawed at his sides and trembled on top of him before you came with a cry. Your high quite literally knocked the breath out of you, your legs quivering as you gasped and whimpered, the feeling of Cez slowly rocking his hips back and forth to create a gentle friction while Shawn gave you a few lazy thrusts had your mind reeling. Your walls clenching around his sensitive cock made Shawn groan, his grip on you tightening as he slowly pulled out of you.

Leaving a few soft kisses over your back, Shawn eventually stepped back, his presence behind you disappearing completely.

You only released a soft hum as Cez turned the two of you over so you laid on your back beneath him, relaxing into the mattress while he shifted around, the crinkling sound of the condom wrapper reaching you before it was ripped open.

You slowly forced your eyes open as he leaned over you, hands bracing on either side of your head and a smile spreading over his lips. Your hands were still trembling a bit as you reached up to cup his face, pulling him down into a kiss that he kept slow and chaste while you caught your breath. Your heartbeat slowly went back to normal- or at least as normal as it could get with such an attractive and naked man on top of you. "Please," you mumbled between kisses.

He pulled back, his eyes caring as he gently brushed your hair back. "You sure, darling? I don't mind if you need a break," he whispered.

"Go easy on me?"

"Of course," he smiled and stole another quick kiss from you before he sat up. You caught sight of Shawn across the room, still fully naked and spread out over the couch, his head tilted back and eyes closed while his chest was still moving a bit faster than normal. You had to grin, relieved that you weren't the only one completely out of breath before your attention went back to Cez who guided your legs around his hips, your thighs resting over his. Your crotch was almost touching his, but yet he left a few inches between that had you squirming in an attempt to get closer, only giving up when he grasped onto your waist and held you in place. "Patience, baby," he chuckled softly and slowly caressed his fingertips over your bare torso, goosebumps breaking out on your skin.

You reached down to grasp his knees on either side of your hips, your teeth digging into your bottom lip as you realized that you were in for lots of teasing- and yet you couldn't help but feel excited.

He took his sweet time- his fingers exploring your soft skin, tracing along the curve of your boobs, but never actually touching you in the places you so desperately wanted him to. He noticed how you nibbled on your bottom lip and how your eyebrows furrowed in pleasure as he neared your nipples only to have frustration filling your features as his touch drifted down again. But deep down you loved it. And he knew it.

Your eyes fell shut as his fingers slowly and gently caressed your stomach, every now and then brushing along the waistband of your panties before he moved back again. He chuckled again as you lightly bucked your hips up whenever he neared your panties, though he never acted on it. And it wasn't until you stopped that he finally moved a hand lower, your eyes opening to look at him as your breath hitched in your throat at the feeling of his fingers lightly brushing over your sensitive clit through the fabric. You moaned his name in need and lightly dug your nails into his knees, spreading your legs a bit more as he put just a little bit more pressure behind his actions.

"Shh, we'll get there, darling. I promise," he whispered and moved his free hand up to give your nipples minimal attention. You pressed your lips together and muffled a moan, glaring at him as he smirked. A whine left your lips as he immediately stopped, his hands leaving your body and your back immediately arching like you searched for his touch, your eyes frustrated. "Attitude won’t get you anywhere, baby," he said, his voice not so soft anymore.

"I'm sorry."

"Are you going to be good?"

You nodded and whispered a soft 'Yes', a little sound escaping your lips as his hands returned to your body after a teasing pause. It was torturous, the way he barely touched you, his fingers so light on your skin. Your eyebrows furrowed, teeth harshly digging into your bottom lip as you forced yourself to stay silent instead of complaining.

So when he suddenly pushed his index finger down on your clit with just the perfect amount of pressure and friction with the fabric in between you couldn't hold back the cry that left your lips, your hands tightly holding on to his thighs as your body squirmed against his hand. Moving his finger just a bit, he watched with satisfaction as your body reacted to the stimulation, your spine arching off the bed and chest heaving. "Please," you begged once more.

"Please what?" he grinned and slowly took his hand away, your body slumping into the mattress as you swallowed back a whine.

"Let me come. Fuck me. Anything," you begged, and if you weren't so far gone and so frustrated you'd probably laugh at yourself for actually begging him.

"Which one, darling?" he asked and grasped the waistband of your soaked panties, slowly peeling the fabric off your legs as you looked up to him with pleading eyes.

"The first."

Your eyes fell shut again as his fingers slowly circled around your clit, this time without any kind of fabric in between, teasing you for a moment before he put a little more pressure on and received a moan from you. You were so pretty, laid out and so willing, the sight of your hardened nipples having his mouth watering with desire to just lean down and devour your chest, but he didn't. Not yet.

It didn't take long for you to start squirming beneath him, your hips slowly moving to meet his actions as you neared your high, and you were so surprised that he let you that you didn't put too much thought into it. Which, you deeply regretted as you were right on the brink, just needing one more perfectly placed rub of his fingers when he withdrew his hand, chuckling at the whimper he received.

"Cez…"

"I'll let you come, I promise," he smiled, leaning down to capture your lips in a tender kiss. He pushed your legs apart a bit more, his body shifting as he didn't interrupt the kiss for a few more seconds before he slowly leaned back. A gasp left your lips at the feeling of the swollen crown of his cock pushing against your folds, stretching you open as he moved his hips forwards, his eyes staying locked on yours. Your eyes fluttered, but you forced them to stay open as he had his entire length buried inside you, stretching your walls and leaving you feeling satisfyingly full. His finger returned to your clit, your hands moving to grasp his shoulders as he gave the bundle of nerves a few skilled flicks before he had you coming undone beneath him, your walls clenching around his cock like you tried to pull him in deeper as your nails scratched at his skin, moans of his name spilling from your lips. He worked you through it, not stopping his motions on your clit while he slowly moved his hips back and forth to give you a little more friction, his eyes not leaving your face as he took in your blissed out expression.

And he knew when to pull his hand away, knowing that you'd get too sensitive if he continued like that now, instead moving so his body settled on top of yours while you slowly recovered, your eyes slowly focusing on him again. He gave you a soft smile that you returned a little weakly, your bones feeling heavy and spent as he leaned down to kiss you again. You cupped his face in trembling hands as he slowly moved his hips, pulling out just about halfway before he gently thrust back into you, knowing that you'd go into sensory overload if he'd start pounding into you now.

Pulling back, he braced his lower arms on either side of you as he looked at you with caring eyes, the head of his cock still slowly dragging back and forth along your walls. "You doing okay?" he whispered, turning his head to place a kiss on your palm as you let your thumb brush along his cheekbone. You nodded and gave him a small smile, his head dipping to your neck where he placed chaste kisses while keeping up the gentle pace of his hips moving against yours.

He kept his earlier promise- his thrusts were slow and gentle, patiently waiting until you gave him the sign to go faster while he placed soft kisses over your neck. "God, you feel so good," he groaned against your neck, reaching down to guide one of your thighs over his hip before he picked up the pace, his fingers curling into the sheets on either side of you.

Your hands clawed and lightly scratched his back, your moans and whimpers filling the quiet room. You were still so sensitive from your previous orgasms and you knew that he wouldn't be happy unless he got another one out of you.

A movement in the corner of your eye caught your attention, your gaze shifting over Cez's shoulder to catch Shawn's dark eyes staring right at you. His hand was wrapped around his already fully hard length again, giving himself some lazy pumps while a smirk played on his lips. The sight made you release a quiet moan that dragged into a whimper as Cez hit the perfect spot, your walls clenching around him and receiving a grunt from him.

You didn't know how, but Cez just managed to hit all the right spots in all the right ways. It was like he knew exactly how to roll his hips to have you panting beneath him. But it wasn't until he pushed an arm under your hips that you fully realized how he knew exactly what he was doing. Your back arched and you cried out as he hit your g-spot with every thrust, complete pleasure washing over you as you started to tremble. "Fuck," you moaned, his teeth gently digging into your shoulder.

Lifting his head, he nibbled on your earlobe while your body squirmed beneath him. "Can you come like this for me?" he murmured, his voice deeper and raspy, the sound making you release a quiet moan.

Your gaze went over to Shawn again who gave you the most seductive smirk you had ever seen. 'Come' he mouthed, biting his bottom lip as his thumb teased his sensitive tip. 'Come for us'

You didn't know what ended up pushing you over the edge- the sight of Shawn while he encouraged you to let go or Cez moving inside of you in all the right ways. Your nails dug into Cez's shoulders and your eyes squeezed shut as you trembled beneath him, your walls squeezing around his length while you whimpered over and over.

He knew exactly when to slow down again, leaving small pecks over your neck as your head lolled back. And even with the change of pace it didn't take him much longer to reach his high, his head pushing into the crook of your neck where he panted and groaned against your skin. His length heavily twitched against your walls while he jerkily thrust into you a few more times before he stilled.

Taking a deep breath, he slowly pulled out of you and placed several calming kisses over your jaw as you released a quiet whimper. Your eyelids were heavy as you looked up to him, his blue eyes satisfied and exhausted as he gave you a fond smile. "You did so well, darling," he murmured, a smile tugging at the corner of your lips.

He helped you come down by combing his hands through your hair over and over while he left soft kisses all over your face, patiently waiting until your chest wasn't heaving anymore and you completely relaxed beneath him. "Thank you," you mumbled and gave him a lazy smile that made him grin.

Placing a soft kiss on your lips, he trailed a few more over your cheek until he reached your ear. "Why don't you make our Rockstar feel good again? Hmm, baby?" Cez murmured, your breath hitching in your throat. "Can you do that for me?" he added, reaching over to get another condom that he placed in your palm.

You inhaled deeply before you found yourself nodding, his body rolling off of yours and allowing you to get up.

"Wish you had less of your so called experience and more of my stamina now, huh?" Shawn teased, only receiving an amused chuckle from Cez. Your knees were shaky as you approached him where he was lounging on the couch, a smirk on his lips as he let go of his cock and instead sat up. He relaxed back against the couch while his eyes eagerly trailed over your naked body. "Hi, beautiful," he rasped, his hands reaching for you to grasp your hips as you threw a leg over him and straddled his thighs. Leaning in to capture his lips in a quick kiss, you gave him a grin before you sat back again and ripped the foil open. He sucked in a breath as he watched how you rolled the condom over his length before you shifted on top of him, his hands guiding you before he reached down to grip the base of his throbbing cock.

His eyes moved up to watch your reaction as you lowered yourself down on him, a moan falling from your lips and your head tilting back as he stretched you out once again, your sensitive walls gripping him. "Fuck, Shawn," you whimpered, your nails digging into his abs.

His hands gently curled around yours, fingers weaving through yours and feeling you cling to them. "Shhh, take your time, honey," he whispered, peppering soft kisses over your knuckles while you slowly rolled your hips against his. "No need to rush. I'm not going anywhere," he murmured, smiling up to you as you stopped your movements and took a deep breath. "C'mere," he breathed and tugged you closer, letting go of your hands to instead cup your face as he pulled you into a tender kiss. You relaxed on top of him, your chest flush against his with his length buried deep inside of you, occasionally lightly twitching against your walls.

Mid-kiss you slowly started to move your hips again, pushing yourself up just a bit before you lowered yourself down again, his moan muffled against your mouth. His hands moved down to cup your butt as he helped you move, but he didn't rush you. He didn't try to get you to move faster, instead let you go at your own pace, leaving soft kisses over your shoulders and neck once your lips disconnected from his.

He was so patient with you and you couldn't express how thankful you were for that. Your entire body was exhausted but yet you wanted to make him feel good once more.

"Do you think you can give me another one, baby?" he whispered as he realized that his high was slowly approaching, a comforting hand rubbing over your back as you inhaled sharply. "It's okay if you can't," he quickly added, knowing that your limits had been pushed immensely tonight.

"I'll try," you mumbled.

He grinned almost proudly. "That's my girl." The nickname made your heart skip a beat, but before you could dwell too much on it he dipped a hand between your legs. Your entire body jerked and you gasped his name as he circled two fingers over your clit. "Stop me if it gets too much."

You took a deep breath and nodded, your hands on his shoulders as you continued to steadily roll your hips against his.

It didn't take much for either of you to get close again- he was already so worked up from watching Cez getting you off. So he put more efforts into the patterns he rubbed over your clit, determined to get you to come before him this time. Your thighs immediately tensed up on either side of him while your body started to tremble, your grip on his shoulders tightening.

"I can't," you choked out and shook your head, your eyes heavy and full of desire.

"Come on, honey. I know you're right there," he encouraged you, your teeth tightly digging into your bottom lip and your eyes falling shut. It was more of a sob than a moan as you came around him, your whole body going limp as your walls wildly fluttered around him. You clung to him, arms wrapping around his neck and your quick pants right next to his ear.

Quickly twisting, he laid you down so he was on top of you, his weight crushing you in the best way as you wrapped your arms and legs around him while he delivered a few more forceful thrusts before he stilled completely. His arms clutched at your waist and his face was hidden in the crook of your neck as he whimpered against your skin, his length twitching deep inside of you. Your nails dug into his shoulders as you trembled beneath him, his hips jerking against yours a few more times while he rode out the last waves of his orgasm before he slumped on top of you.

Biting his bottom lip, he slowly pulled out of you and noticed how you tightened your legs around him like you wanted to keep him close. Smiling softly, he lifted his head and met your exhausted eyes. "You okay, honey?" he whispered, peppering a few chaste kisses over your forehead and temples. You swallowed heavily and nodded, your eyes falling shut as he found your lips in a couple of tender kisses before he pushed himself up. "Be right back," he murmured, placing one last kiss on your forehead before he got up.

You felt completely drained and exhausted as you turned to lay on your side and closed your eyes, your legs pulling up to your chest that was heaving as you struggled to breathe. You tuned them out completely, barely aware of their low murmurs until a gentle hand placed on your back, a whimper falling from your lips. "Shhh."

"Give her a minute to breathe," Cez's voice reached you, "it's been a lot for her."

"I just wanted to make sure she's fine," Shawn responded, his voice worried.

You swallowed heavily and took a deep breath. "I'm fine."

"See? How would you feel if you just got fucked by two guys?"

"Probably very sore," Shawn giggled, Cez's chuckle following.

"You're an idiot."

It took you a few more minutes until you finally cracked your eyes open, finding the hotel room exactly how it was before. Clothes were still strewn all over the floor, the sheets on the bed were wrinkled and disheveled. The two of them were only in boxer briefs as they quietly talked, Shawn being the first one to catch your gaze. Giving you a soft smile, he approached you and quickly grabbed something hanging over one of the armchairs while you sat up. "Here, come on," Shawn murmured, careful as he helped you into the T-shirt he had gotten from his suitcase earlier, his smell completely surrounding you and putting you at ease. You grinned widely as he pulled your hair out from under the collar and smoothed down the tangled strands.

"I can dress myself, you know?" you giggled, looking up to him with carefree and tired eyes.

A wide grin spread over his lips, his finger playfully nudging the tip of your nose and receiving a laugh from you. "And I like to spoil you, so deal with it."

Cez approached, crouching down in front of you and giving you a fond smile. "You need anything, darling? I can run to your room and get you some stuff if you want me to."

You shook your head. "I think I'll be fine, thanks. I just need to regain any kind of feeling in my legs again," you grinned and wiggled your toes a bit.

The smirk that spread over Shawn’s lips immediately let you know that he was up to no good. You squealed in surprise as he grabbed you and easily threw you over his shoulder, finding yourself facing his back. "Cez, help!" you laughed followed by a surprised gasp as Shawn playfully smacked your bum. "Shawn!"

He only chuckled, his grip on your thighs secure as he crossed the hotel room and stepped into the bathroom where the light was still on. He was so careful as he set you down, only letting go of you once he was sure that you were steady on your feet. What he didn't expect was that you would wrap your arms around his waist and cling to him, worry settling in his chest as he gently brushed his hands through your hair before he placed a kiss on your head. "You sure you're doing okay, honey?" he whispered, keeping a hand on the back of your head while the other rubbed over your shoulders and down your back.

You didn't respond for a long moment before you inhaled deeply, your eyelashes brushing his chest every time you blinked. He placed another kiss on your head as you nodded. "Just overwhelmed. Like, in a good way, but still overwhelmed."

"Cez and I will help you calm down with cuddles after you're finished in here, okay?" he murmured and gave you a soft smile as you tilted your head up to look at him. "You're going to be okay until then?" he asked, worry lacing his voice.

"Absolutely."

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They were both in bed when you stepped out of the bathroom, Cez still sitting up and leaning against the headboard with his phone in his hands while Shawn was laying down, a hand behind his head while the two of them laughed at something. Both of their gazes found you, pretty similar gentle smiles spreading over their lips. Leaning a shoulder against the doorway, you crossed your arms in front of your chest and raised an eyebrow at them. "What are you two giggling about?"

They both grinned widely, Shawn's gaze shamelessly trailing down your bare legs. "We were just saying how we should write your friend a thank-you card," Cez explained while placing his phone on the beside table before he turned back to you.

"God, please don't," you responded with a chuckle, "she'll never shut up about it if she ever hears about this."

"Even more reason to write a card," Shawn teased, giving you a wink as you glared at him. "Gonna come join us?" His voice had dropped to a murmur.

Cez patted the spot in the middle, right between them. "Got a spot saved for you. And I believe Shawn promised you cuddles."

The temptation to just walk over to them and join them was so high, but you forced yourself to stay right where you were. You lightly bit your bottom lip as you hesitated, immediately seeing the way both of them got worried. Shawn sat up, the covers bunching around his hips as he looked at you with attentive eyes. "Are you guys sure that spending the night like this is a good idea?" you asked and uncrossed your arms to instead toy with the hem of the T-shirt.

"What's the problem with it?" Shawn asked.

You shrugged and nibbled around on your bottom lip. "What if someone finds us like this in the morning?"

"The door is locked," Cez reminded you. "And we'll just make sure that no one sees us getting out of here when we sneak out in the morning” He added with a wink and a grin, actually managing to ease your worries. Your tense shoulders visibly relaxed as you nodded and took a deep breath. "So?" he asked and lifted the middle of the blanket as a silent invitation.

Smiling, you crossed the room and crawled on the bed, soon finding yourself between the two of them.

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You woke up wrapped up in Cez's arms, his chest pressed up against your back and quiet snores muffled into your hair. Opening your eyes, you faced the semi dark room. And Shawn's eyes. He gave you a soft smile and took your hand into his as you reached out to him, fingers lacing through yours. "Go back to sleep," he whispered so quietly that you barely heard him.

"Why are you awake?" you mumbled sleepily.

"Why are you?"

A grin spread over your lips. "Good point," you giggled, Cez's arms tightening around you as he released a soft sigh, but didn't wake up. "You okay with everything that happened earlier?" you whispered, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion. "I mean, we've only talked about me being okay all the time. That was quite a new thing for you too."

His features softened as he raised your tangled hands and placed a soft kiss on your knuckles. "To be really honest with you, I was also a bit scared that things would get weird. But we just can't let it get weird," he shrugged and grinned, "it's really that simple."

His eyelids fluttered and a smile tugged at the corner of his lips as you reached your free hand over to him, gently cupping the side of his face. "The world would be a so much easier place if everyone was a bit more like you," you told him in a voice that was barely above a whisper, his eyes opening fully again as he looked at you with pure admiration written in his eyes. He gently squeezed your hand in return, his thumb slowly brushing back and forth. "Kiss me?"

He grinned as he shifted closer to you where you were still wrapped up in Cez's embrace, Shawn's soft lips finding yours in the dark. It was easy and gentle. No rush behind it. No intentions behind it.

–—–—–—–—–—–

A pair of arms wrapping around you woke you up for the second time that morning. He tugged you a bit closer to his comfortably warm body, letting you eagerly snuggle into his chest as he held you close. "I hate to say this, but you need to get up," Shawn murmured, his voice still full of sleep and his arms that tightened around you bringing an entirely different message across.

"Five more minutes?" you mumbled, so close to drifting off to sleep again with his body wrapped around you like this.

You heard the bathroom door open before a quiet sigh followed. "Fuck, it's so hard not to just get back into bed when I see you two like this," Cez said.

You smiled into Shawn's chest. "You're the meanie who decided that it's time to get up," Shawn grumbled and tangled his legs with yours.

"I mean, you guys can stay like this if you don't mind getting caught? Probably by Andrew?" Cez replied, sighing as the two of you stayed silent. Both of you whined as the covers were roughly yanked off your bodies just a moment later, your eyes opening to glare at Cez. "Don't think that will work on me," he grinned, reaching out to tickle your foot.

You immediately squirmed away with a giggle. "Okay, stop. I'll get up," you gave in, reluctantly detaching yourself from Shawn and stumbling into the bathroom. It didn't take long for you to get dressed, finding yourself ready to go just minutes later.

"You stay here. I'll make sure the coast is clear," Cez told you, a giggle falling from your lips as you watched how he snuck out of the room.

Turning to Shawn, you grinned as he sat on the edge of the bed, still only in a pair of boxers and hair beyond ruffled. "Thanks for last night," you mumbled and slowly stepped closer to him.

"Nuh-uh," he shook his head and yawned, his arms reaching out to you and tugging you in between his spread legs, his forehead bumping against your stomach. "Thank you. For trusting both me and Cez like that," he mumbled and sighed in content as you tangled your hands into his hair to gently scratch his scalp.

"'knew you'd be good to me," you responded, his grin hidden against your stomach before he tilted his head up to look at you with slightly dazed and sleepy eyes. Your phone vibrated in your pocket, making you pull away from him. "That's my sign. See you at the meeting later?"

"Of course," he grinned, his eyes following you until you closed the door and disappeared out of sight.

Cez was waiting in an empty elevator for you, a foot shoved between the doors to keep them from closing and a big grin spreading over his lips. "Not going to lie, I expected that I would have to go back to drag you out of bed again," he chuckled as you stepped into the elevator, the doors closing before it started moving down.

"Would you have punished me?" you teased and playfully bumped your shoulder against his as he released a breathy laugh.

Wrapping an arm around your shoulders, he planted a soft kiss on your temple before he placed his lips against your ear. "Don't start something you won't get to finish." Right in that moment the elevator came to a stop and the doors opened with a ding, your heart beating a bit faster in your chest as you detached yourself from him so you could step out of the elevator, turning back to look at him. "See you later, darling."

"Later," you breathed, a grin playing on his lips as the doors closed again.

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