#that's not very nice and kind of you Mr. Pelvic Area

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dry swallowing pills is my stupidest flex. i'm not even showing off anymore i'm just impatient

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Summer Heat Part 8

Synopsis: A fic where you and Shawn are camp councilors and you hate his guts. Sexual tension ensues. Part 1  | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8

You can see Shawn’s house at the end of the street as you pass your own. You look to see if anyone is home as the car passed your place and there isn’t. It’s a Monday so your mom would be at work and your brothers at school. It’s strange being so close to your house but not being able to go home. You suppose you could probably go in the backdoor, you had your keys, and you could get anything you might need while you’re at Shawn’s but you decide you probably shouldn’t in the event that your nosy neighbor Betty might see you. She would rat you out about everything in high school, you really hated her.

Shawn pulls his car into the driveway, opening the garage door with the button on his visor. He pulls in and you look at the loads of sports equipment on the walls next to yard tools and various other home hardware. There are bats, lacrosse sticks, a handful of hockey sticks and a variety of helmets hung by their face guards. “I didn’t know you played so many sports,” you say as you open the door and get out.

“Yeah, I’ve played a few I guess,” he laughs, rubbing the back of his head nervously. “I guess my dad doesn’t want to get rid of anything just in case.” He opens the trunk and pulls out both of your bags, leaving his in there and just grabbing his guitar case.

You sling your backpack over your shoulder and follow him up the steps to the door in front of the car with your suitcase in tow. He pushes open the door and an alarm starts beeping. You freeze and he drops his guitar case on the tiled floor just inside the door before taking off into the house. After a second the beeping stops and he comes back. “Security system?” you ask, peeking your head in, hoping it wasn’t going to go off again when you stepped in.

“Dad must have armed it before he left. We don’t usually arm the garage door but since no one was home I guess he thought better to be safe than sorry.” Shawn takes your suitcase and drags it into the kitchen. He closes the door behind you and puts his hands on his hips. “Welcome to my house,” he laughs and makes a sweeping gesture to the room.

You look around the kitchen and out into the open floor plan of the connecting living room. It’s gorgeous, well decorated and clean. It looks kind of like one of those homes you see on those remodel shows. “Your house is really nice....damn,” you walk around the big kitchen island and peek down the hall to your right. “I wish my house was this nice. My brothers destroy everything.”

Shawn laughs, comes around and grabs your hand. He leads you down the hall past a few open bedrooms and to a door that goes downstairs. He continues down the stairs and you see the basement open up into a big family room. It’s huge and there is a massive tv on the wall with two pit sofas lining the wall opposite. There’s even a kitchenette in the corner complete with a small oven/stove combo and a fridge. Shawn takes you past the living area to a door behind the stairwell and it opens to a dark room. He flips the light on and you see a couple guitars on the wall, a bed in the corner is a complete mess, there’s a computer set up on your left with a mic and a keyboard hooked up to it. There are purple and blue scarves with intricate patterns hanging like posters around the walls his bed touches. It’s such a cool room, very chill and relaxed feeling.

“Is this you room?” you ask, already knowing the answer.

Shawn shifts nervously, stepping in and trying to straighten his bed spread. It was interesting to see him act so reserved because since camp started he had been Mr. Confident. “Yeah, sorry I forgot about cleaning up before I left.”

You laugh and close the door behind you. He was acting shy because he room was a little messy. Gods he was cute. “It’s great,” you pick up a picture on his dresser and see it’s of him holding some kind of trophy in one hand and flexing, arms curled up in a ‘look at these guns’ pose. You chuckle to yourself before putting it back down. “You’re sure you want me to stay here?”

“I’m not going to change my mind,” he says as he walks toward you and wraps his arms around you from behind. “Nothing could make me want to send you home.” He kisses your shoulder and noses against your hair. “Don’t want you to ever go back home.”

You giggle as his breath tickles your neck. “Nothing, huh?”

“Nope, nothing.” Shawn rubs over your stomach, fingers teasing into the waistband of your pull-on shorts. “I wouldn’t even care if my parents came home right now.”

“Shawn, that would be embarrassing!” You squirm under his touch. His fingers are running along your lower belly under the waistband. It tickles like crazy as he passes over the spot under your navel.

“You’d love it,” he slides his hand down and past your panty line. He teases his fingers back and forth over your pelvic area. “You’re getting wet just thinking about getting caught aren’t you?”

You let out a soft whimper. He tilts his hips up against your back and you can feel him starting to get hard. You desperately want to turn around and push him down on his bed but he’s got his free arm holding you against him. He was such a control freak and you loved it.

Shawn kisses along your neck, holds your hips back as he rubs himself up against your butt. Just as he dips his hand down to touch you he pulls his hands away, tickling his fingers over your stomach for good measure as he does. You half squeal half groan at the gesture and he laughs loudly. “We should get your stuff down here. I wanna see what pretty little underwear you packed for camp,” he says as he winks at you, pulling the bedroom door open and running out before you could smack him. You’re left standing there, aroused and desperately wanting to get him back for what he’s just done.