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sirjaketkiszka · 5 months ago

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Jake Kiszka One Shot: Stand Guard

You and Jake have the tour bus all to yourselves after a show. He wants to put it to good use.

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Jake x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3,483

Warnings: 18+!!, sexual content, unprotected sex, cursing, dirty talk, grinding, very light choking, teasing, begging, overstimulation, slightly rough!Jake, orgasm denial, multiple orgasms, hair pulling, the pet name “baby,” and, of course, mediocre writing.

Disclaimer: apologies for any potential spelling errors or grammar mistakes.

Jake Kiszka One Shot Masterpost

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Jake grabs my hand as soon as he’s off the stage, forgetting to wave a final goodbye to his fans. “Geez, Jake, what’s the rush?” I yell, my ears still ringing from the concert. I try to keep up with him as he speed walks down the backstage halls, and to the back exit where we entered the venue many hours ago. Looking behind me, I see the band’s main security guard following us as well.

“We have the bus to ourselves for a bit,” He quickly says while pushing open the exit door. Frantically looking around, the three of us make sure there are no fans waiting outside while we rush to the tour bus.

“What are you talking about?” I ask, a little out of breath, when he stops in front of the tour bus’s entrance.

“Just get in, please,” He nudges my lower back and opens the door for me, allowing me to step in first. When I do, I look over my shoulder to see him whispering to the security guard, who seems to stay standing outside the door. I catch the final words of their conversation, “Keep watch.” Jake says as the guard nods, closing the tour bus door behind him.

“What are we doing?” I ask, but he ignores my question by pulling me in by the waist. He places a gentle kiss on my lips, and I kiss back.

“I missed you.” He says while pulling away, a devious smile on his lips.

“I missed you, too,” I respond, giving him a questioning look, “What are you up to, Jake?” The question pulls a chuckle from him.

“I said we have the bus to ourselves, didn’t I?” He smirks.

“Huh?” I look around the bus and realization dawns on me, my eyes widening, “You want to– Jake! Really? Here?!”

“Yes, here.” He leans in, capturing my lips with his, but I pull away quickly before we can get carried away.

“But your security-”

“He’s keeping watch, don’t worry,” His eyes are reassuring, “No one’s coming in here.”

After considering his words for a moment, I shrug and lean back into him, our lips meeting each other once again. Swiping my tongue on his lower lip, I feel his grip on my waist tighten, pulling me in even more. His lips part slightly, our tongues dancing fluidly. He tastes of whiskey and sweat, the sensation shooting straight to my core.

A muffled moan escapes my throat when one of his hands leaves my waist and rests on my neck. The grip on my throat is gentle, hardly noticeable, but he uses the leverage to push me further into the bus. He stops when we reach the bus’s couch, which resides behind the driver’s seat.

He sits on the couch first while pulling me down with him, our lips still moving against each other. My legs find their way on either side of his hips, falling into a straddling position. When I settle down on his lap, his hard cock immediately pushes against my clothed cunt, pulling a surprised gasp out of me and breaking our kiss.

“See what you do to me?” His voice is thickly laced with lust, coming out in barely a whisper. His hand on my waist lowers to my hip, as well as the hand previously on my neck, and he guides me up and down his erection in a grinding motion. We let out satisfied, needy sighs in unison, his eyes bouncing from mine to his lap. “I could come just like this, baby.”

His praises cause heat to rise to my face, blush cascading along my cheeks. “Please touch me, Jake,” I beg, “I need to feel you.”

“I love when you beg, baby,” He says, his hands still guiding my hips, “Keep riding.” He instructs me, reaching for the bottom of my shirt. I raise my arms and let him take it off, my hands coming down to rest on his shoulders. I continue my pace as he leans forward, peppering kisses along the tops of my breasts.

My head tilts back, quiet sighs leaving open lips with every quickened breath. Not wanting to remove his grip, he uses his teeth to tug on the straps of my bra, sliding them down my shoulders. Still using his teeth, he pulls one of the bra cups down, exposing my breast. The cool air of the tour bus causes my bare nipple to harden, Jake quickly gathering it in his warm mouth.

A moan hitches in my throat as I try to be mindful of the company right outside of the bus. His hot tongue swirls circles around my hard nipple, and he catches it in his teeth, slightly tugging on it. When my painful whine fills the bus, he sucks on the stinging peak to soothe the pain.

Removing his mouth with an audible pop, the lingering spit becomes cold, sending a chill down my spine. He quickly moves to the other breast, performing the same ritual as the previous one. The mixed feeling of his affection and my grinding clouds my mind with pure need and lust. “Jake-”

“Stand up, baby,” He tells me, urging me to get off of him. When I do, I watch as he stands up as well and takes his suit jacket off. He grabs my hand and leads me to the very back of the tour bus. We pass by rows of bunks, the tour bus bathroom, and we arrive in the separate room where a larger U-shaped couch resides. Releasing my hand, his hands fly to his pants’ zipper and button, “Take them off.” He says, nodding to my own pants, pulling his down, as well as his boxers in the process.

The sight of his erection causes me to pause, my dilated pupils spreading to the edges of my irises, no doubt. A cocky smirk is plastered on his face, and I shoot him a playful glare, finally taking my pants and underwear off. He takes my hands and sits down, “Come here,” he demands, impatience on his tongue.

Doing as he says, I go back to straddling him. His hands are on my hips again, guiding me back to his bare erection. When my naked cunt rests on his cock, not yet inside me, he lets out a choked groan. “You’re so fucking wet,” he’s back to guiding me back and forth on his cock, “Soak my fucking cock, baby.”

“Yes, Jake,” I manage to let the words out in a pleased sigh when the feeling of his erection rubbing my clit catches me off guard. He continues to move my hips at a steady rhythm, making me pant with that familiar feeling creeping in my gut.

“Put it in, baby,” He lifts my hips, losing all friction. He nudges his head toward his cock, telling me to put him in myself. My shaky hand comes down between us and when my fingers wrap around his cock, it’s soaked, hot, and hard. His hips move up slightly, chasing the feeling of my firm grip. “Don’t tease me.”

“I would never,” I say, fighting back a mischievous smirk, “I want this as much as you do.” I really do. Holding his erection, I slide the tip up and down my wet slit, both of us holding our breath at the feeling.

“Come on, baby,” He urges, his voice bordering on a whine.

His grip on my hips tightens in anticipation when his tip nudges my entrance, not putting it in yet. I guide his tip back up to my clit, circling it. My jaw falls agape at the sensation, and Jake’s eyes snap up to look at me, no longer watching my hand.

“Enjoying yourself?” He asks, irritation flaming in his eyes. I quicken the pace on my swollen clit when I notice his reaction.

“Yes,” I moan, my head falling back. My thighs twitch around his legs, signaling my growing peak.

“No,” Jake grunts, lifting my hips higher, making me lose the grip on his cock. “Not yet.”

“Why not?” I ask innocently, my chest heaving slightly.

“What did I say about teasing me?” His voice is dark and his eyes match his tone, making the hair on my neck and arms stand up.

“I wasn’t-”

“No more talking,” He says, swiftly lining his cock with my entrance and setting me down, my pussy stretching around him until he fits snugly inside of me. I open my mouth to moan his name, but nothing comes out when the dull, but welcomed pain causes me to hold my breath. “Yeah? Want to try that again?” He taunts, tilting his head when he examines my face.

Satisfied with my lack of response, he lifts my hips once more and guides me back down, slowly pumping in and out of my cunt. The pain disappears and is replaced with growing pleasure from every pass of my g-spot. Finally, I move my hips with his hands still resting on them, my breathing becoming heavy.

“Doesn’t that feel good?” He asks, pulling my gaze to look at him.

“Yes,” I whisper, afraid of being too loud; still conscious of the company outside.

“Let me hear you, baby,” he leans forward and whispers in my ear, “I want to hear how good I’m making you feel.”

“He'll hear us,” I pant, my eyes squeezing shut when my climax slowly builds up again.

“Who cares,” he says nonchalantly while leaning back, “look at me,” My eyes open and our gazes hold, “Just focus on me, baby, focus on how good this feels.” He starts lifting his hips to meet mine, the pressure in my gut growing quickly and intensely.

“Oh, god!” I yell at the new pace, forgetting my previous concern, “Fuck!”

“That’s right,” He forces my hips down harder and faster, “I wanna hear you.”

“Fuck, Jake, I’m so close!” My high-pitch moans and the sound of our skin connecting fills the small room, “Keep going, please,” I beg.

My brows furrow, preparing for an intense orgasm, and I feel the walls of my pussy begin to flutter around his cock. “Yes, Jake, I’m going to come!” I cry out, keeping the same relentless pace.

“Not yet,” He grunts out, lifting me off of his cock. A yelp exits my throat, my building orgasm dissolving in my lower belly, gone just as quick as it arrived.

“What?” I ask, confused and in disbelief, my chest rising and falling rapidly.

“You heard me,” He lowers me back onto his cock, slipping in easily this time, “You’ll come when I tell you to.”

“But, Jake-”

“You’ll have to beg first,” He says, “Keep riding my cock.”

“Okay,” A shaky breath passes my lips as I lift my hips, sinking back down when his tip nearly slips out. I keep the pace slow at first, my body still recovering from my near orgasm, and when the pressure builds in my gut again, my hips move quicker. Needy moans and concentrated grunts leave our parted lips, dangling in the empty space between us.

“Keep going,” He encourages with a grunt, “You look so good doing that, baby.”

“Please, Jake, I think I’m getting close again.” I let out in a tired sigh.

“Not yet, baby,” His grip on my hips strengthens, keeping me from changing the pace to my liking, “I don’t think you’ve earned it yet.”

I groan, letting him control the speed. It’s consistent, but it’s not enough to push me over the edge. The feeling of tingling stalls in my gut, never building up to where I want it. It’s too much stimulation, causing my eyes to close in order to concentrate. My moans border on desperate whines, needing to chase my climax.

Growing frustrated, one of my hands travels between us, searching for the bundle of nerves that begs my attention.

“Ah- nice try,” One of Jake’s hands grabs my wrist, stopping my hips, and keeping me from rubbing my clit. “I don’t hear you begging, sweetheart.”

“Jake, please, I need to come.” My eyes sting from frustration.

“Then keep begging,” He demands, his hand returning to my hip and resuming the consistent pace.

When the feeling becomes unbearable, I lose all other senses. I have no idea how loud or how quiet I am. All I can focus on is chasing a release, “Please,” I whine, “Please, go faster.”

Surprisingly, he actually listens, and his hands begin forcing my hips down at a fast pace. Finally, the heat in my belly spreads again, letting me know my climax is near. “Keep doing that, Jake, please don’t stop.” I’m hoping my words are encouraging him enough to continue, and more importantly, to let me orgasm.

“Beg for it, baby.” He says, slightly slowing the pace down again. “Tell me what you want— Let me hear you.”

“Please, Jake, let me come on your cock,” I answer, my whining voice surely loud enough for outsiders to hear. “I need it.”

“Good girl,” He speeds my hips up, causing my hands to reach for his shoulders from the strong force behind his thrusts.

“Oh my god!” My voice gets a pitch higher the closer I get to an orgasm, “So fucking good,” I say through gritted teeth, my eyebrows scrunching at my approaching orgasm.

“Yeah?” He taunts while sliding one of his hands from my hip to my pussy, his thumb brushing roughly against my aching clit. “How’s this?”

“Fuck, yes, Jake,” My head falls back, jaw falling open. Obscenities fill the entire bus, and my orgasm finally hits. “Holy shit, I’m coming!” My hips violently sputter against his, my pussy walls squeezing his cock in a pulsing pattern. For a moment, my vision goes hazy and my ears ring, making all senses dull while I ride out my orgasm. My thighs are clenching tightly around him, the final spasms of my climax involuntarily squeezing him.

When my orgasm subsides, Jake continues the same pace of my hips as he still rubs my clit. The sensation becomes too much to bear, the aftershocks of my orgasm already receding and being replaced by overstimulation. “Jake-”

“I’m not done yet,” he doesn’t let up as his cock slides in and out of me, wet sounds of my previous release filling the air around us. “It feels so good when you come on my cock, baby.” He praises, his thumb still pressing firm circles on my clit. Whiny moans catch in my throat, unable to come out when he fucks me harder.

After just a few more thrusts, he gives me a quick peck on the lips and lifts me up, pulling out of me. “Stand up.” He demands.

Standing up, I step away from him, immediately being met with trembling legs. He stands up as well, his fist pumping his erect cock. “Come here,” he orders as he situates me to stand in front of the couch. I’m facing him, my back to the couch, when he tells me, “Turn around.”

Turning to face the couch, I’m now staring at the wall. I feel his presence behind me when his free hand grips the back of my neck and bends me forward. My hands land on the headrest of the couch, my legs still standing straight as I’m bent at the waist. “Spread your legs.”

I do as he says, feeling his hand on my lower back and pushing down slightly, “Arch your back, baby.” Doing as he says, it causes my ass to stick out, “Yeah, just like that. God, you should see yourself right now.”

Looking over my shoulder, I watch as he steps closer to me, still pumping his cock. When it’s out of view, I feel the tip teasing my entrance, my back arching further at the feeling. My hands grip the couch in anticipation when one of his hands grabs my hip.

In one swift motion, he thrusts back inside of me, earning a small yelp from me. “Fuck, yes,” Jake huffs out, already pumping in and out of me, “You take my cock so well.”

Moaning in response, my walls squeeze around him. His free hand reaches around, finding my clit with ease, and he rubs thorough, firm circles around the bundle of nerves, “I want you to come again.” He states.

“I’m not sure if I can,” I whine.

“You begged me to let you come,” He says matter-of-factly, “so you can do it again, baby.”

I let out a frustrated moan, his pace on my clit relentless. He slides in and out of me vigorously, the new position making his cock discover different angles in my weeping cunt. I feel another orgasm coming on, but no matter what, it never reaches its peak.

The sound of skin slapping fills the room, his grip on my hips becoming firmer, “I don’t have much longer, baby, I need you to come with me.” Jake says from behind me.

“I’m trying,” A small whimper catches in my throat, “I can’t do it again.”

“We’ll see,” Jake grunts out, no doubt losing his control. He pounds harder, and faster, his fingers on my clit working faster as well.

“Oh, fuck!” I cry out as my moans become consistently louder, with every breath carrying a moan soon after.

“Oh, you poor thing.” His words come out in a low, frustrated grunt. His hand moves from my hip to my hair, gathering it and firmly tugging on it, pounding even harder while using me as support. “This is what you wanted, baby,” He says through clenched teeth, “You can do it, come on my fucking cock.”

The force behind his thrusts causes me to stand on my tip toes, pushing my grip further into the couch cushions. Jake’s breathing is getting heavy, and his thrusts are getting slightly sloppier, but it’s barely noticeable. He’s really starting to lose control as his grunts and moans grow louder and more frequent.

“Just one more time, baby,” He manages to get out in between low grunts. “Fuck, fuck,” twando more thrusts and, “Fuck!” He can no longer hold it when I feel his cock jerk inside of me. Although the strength of his final thrust sends me over the edge, my second climax erupts simultaneously with his first.

“Oh, God!” I cry out, making my moans mix with satisfied sobs, and my second climax begging my legs to give out. His cock twitches inside of me, amplifying the pleasure, and spurts of hot cum coat my walls as they squeeze him in return. My arched back spasms and my ass rubs against him as my clenched stomach releases the final pulses of my orgasm.

“That was so good, baby,” He whispers from behind me, his voice exhausted. He bends over me to leave sloppy, wet kisses on my back and shoulders. Finally releasing my bunched hair, the dull ache of my scalp soothes, “I’ll never get enough of you.” He says close to my ear, his voice soft and genuine.

After a moment, when our breathing has evened, he pulls out of me and I feel our mixed fluids run down my thighs. “Stay there,” He orders, crouching down and inspecting my soaked cunt. I swear I can see his pupils dilate even more when I look back at him, watching his cum leak out of me, “Such a fucking mess. I love it.” He places a tender kiss on my ass, standing up.

He quickly leaves the room, leaving me in my bent-over position, and returns with a wet washcloth and my shirt that we discarded earlier. It’s warm when he begins rubbing up my thighs, folding the cloth over to use clean sides with each wipe. “All done,” He says, playfully swatting my ass, making me stand up straight. “Let’s get dressed.”

We both get our clothes on, with Jake changing into a more comfortable after-show outfit. He takes a seat on the couch, away from where we just were, and pats the spot next to him.

Taking a seat next to him, I curl up into his side. He gently brushes the hair from my face, and plants tender kisses on my temple, forehead, and the top of my head. “I really did miss you.” He breaks our comfortable silence.

“I missed you, too,” I smile at him.

The tour bus door opens, catching our attention, and the security guard finds us in the back of the bus, “The other boys will be here soon.”

“Geez, man, don’t you knock?” Jake jokes, chuckling.

“Well, I didn’t hear anything for a while so I figured you were done,” He fights a smirk, “And I can see that you are.” He says, leaving us.

My smile fades and my cheeks turn a dark shade of crimson, “Wait, what did he say?”

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Sorry for the silly ending lol! I hope you enjoyed!

Btw— let me know if I ever miss any warnings for all of my writing. By the time I post these, my brain is jumbled and I can’t remember every single warning. Thank you!!

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concreteburialplot · 6 months ago

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Wallflower 🌸

Pairing: Sam Kiszka x Fem!Reader

Series Masterlist: Here | Crossposted: ao3 | Word Count: 7.6k

Summary: Overwhelmed at your first college party, you catch the attention of the most popular guy in the room. Not only does he offer a comforting escape from the chaos, but he also provides a place to stay when your roommate kicks you out for a hookup.

Warnings: mutual pining, panic attacks, overstimulation, alcohol consumption, college parties, frat boy!danny lol, minor altercation / brief angry sam, hint of forbidden twin?, weed, one bed trope technically?, very soft, enchanted by TS vibes, eventual smut in future parts, 18+ MDNI

A/N; This is my first fic for gvf, pls be kind 🥲 - this is a work of fiction and does not reflect any members of the band or their real lives/actions/etc. - i hope you like it 🥲💞🌸

It was only your 3rd weekend away at university and your extremely extroverted roommate somehow talked you into a frat party. You followed Katie into a massive, bustling house illuminated only by strobe and neon lights. The air was thick and hazy with cigarette and marijuana smoke, making your nose scrunch up at the pungent smell.

She pressed a gentle but firm hand on your back and nudged you forward, not realizing until then that you had been frozen in place.

Katie somehow managed to glide through the crowd effortlessly, skillfully maneuvering without bumping into anyone. She even asked someone for directions to the kitchen, to which they eagerly pointed out the way. It was so foreign to you, the concept of speaking to strangers and receiving such kindness in return so quickly. Perhaps it was her brighter face and friendlier persona that made the difference.

Following the directions from a blonde girl wearing only a bikini, you made your way across the house into a surprisingly spacious kitchen. The room had an unconventional layout, resembling a triangle with an oddly-shaped island at its center.

There were people scooting around the edges of the crowded kitchen trying to reach the liquor bottles and jell-o shots strewn across the counters. Surrounding the ample island were party goers all engaged in a rowdy conversation. You followed their focus to the one commanding their attention and landed on what could quite possibly be the most beautiful man you’d ever seen. Long brunette hair flowed past his shoulders and had a slight wave that framed his face perfectly. Even in the dim light of the kitchen you could make out the sharpness of his features. The air in your lungs seemed to vanish and your ears tuned out the booming laughter and thumping party music. Your chest swelled with a feeling of rampant heart rate and your stomach dropped into a flurry of butterflies. Suddenly, you felt even smaller and more out of place than you’d ever felt perhaps in your entire life.

Your life-of-the-party, sunshiney roommate wrapped her fingers around your wrist and dragged you to the group of people on the opposite side of the island, next to where the stunning man stood. She made it to a tall male in a t-shirt with cropped sleeves, large enough to show his ribs.

“Danny!” Katie exclaimed, getting his attention.

“Oh hey!” He smiled wide as he turned away from the counter to face her. “You made it!”

“Y/N this is Danny,” She gestured to the boy with dark curly hair that was tucked beneath a backwards cap, “I met him at the bookstore yesterday.”

You wondered what sort of magic Katie possessed that allowed her to make friends everywhere she went.

He kept a kind smile on his lips as he waved to you.

“Hey.” You sheepishly smiled and waved back to him.

Your roommate gestured back to you, “Danny this is Y/N.”

He gave you a soft grin before directing his attention back to your roommate. “Did you ever get your textbook situation figured out?”

The party had only grown more unruly in the short time you’d been there. You slunk into the background of the lively kitchen until your hips met the cold counter. You tugged at the pink top Katie had lent to you in an attempt to cover a bit more of your midsection. Not only had she persuaded you to party tonight, she also convinced you to borrow some of her clothes, since yours were too “casual comfy”. She managed to get you into a baby tee paired with a high-waisted white skirt paired with your usual white Converse. You didn’t necessarily feel exposed or vulnerable in the outfit, it was just not your preferred level of comfort.

Loud cheering rang through the house and even though you could tell it was from a distance, the loud sound still made you wince. Almost immediately afterwards, a clearly wasted man in a tank stop shoved his way past you, pushing you into the granite counter. The encounter caused you to tuck your crossed arms even tighter against your body.

“Sam,” Danny spoke over the blaring music to the male that was keeping the group laughing to get his attention. “Sam,” He repeats, though the lanky boy was too caught up in whatever conversation he was in to notice. Danny gently tapped his shoulder which finally got the boy to look over at him. “I’m gonna go find Josh.” He nearly yelled over the music and thumbed over his shoulder towards the living room.

“Okay.” The male nodded in acknowledgment.

Just as his gaze fell from his friend, it landed on you. It was clear that he didn’t expect there to be anything to get his attention as he blinked to do a subtle double take. His eyes flickered over to his friends across from the geometric-shaped island. He snapped right back into the flowing banter like a puzzle piece. The ease of how swiftly he melted back into the conversation reminded you a lot of Katie and her magic socializing powers.

While Katie didn’t originally know the people beside you, it only took for her to ask them to pass the tequila for a friendship to be born and for you to have a mixed drink in your hand. You swirled the contents of your plastic red cup, watching as the ice cubes crashed into each other. It felt as though you’d faded into the background and became one with the cabinets and counters. You weren’t anywhere near as outgoing as her and you knew nobody else at the party. It was just you and the shitty alcoholic punch that was quickly getting watered down in your cup.

“Well, you sure look like you’re having fun.” Spoke a voice from beside you. It wasn’t until then that you realized you had zoned out. Your eyes snapped up to the now half-empty kitchen, and you wonder when it was that everyone cleared out, including your roommate. Finally, you followed the voice and trailed your eyes up to find the long-haired boy from before.

Your cheeks heated up and your gaze immediately dropped back down to your cup. “Oh um, yeah.” You forced a quick smile back up at him. “Having a great time.”

He let out a laugh that was more reminiscent of one someone would offer after a witty joke. “Well that was incredibly convincing.” He said sarcastically although his tone was light and playful.

You could feel the redness spreading on your cheeks getting caught in your (quite obvious) lie. “I just don’t know anyone here.” While it was the truth, it wasn’t exactly the whole reason you were miserable. “Except for my roommate, who,” You sighed and motioned towards where she had stood before. “Disappeared on me.” You let your arm fall to your side in utter defeat.

“Well, let’s fix that.” He said, holding out his hand. “Hi, I’m Sam, I’ve also been known to go by Sammy, Sammy Boy, whatever tickles your fancy really.” He grinned, big and wide, and most importantly, kind .

You offered a small, timid smile back before reaching out and slipping your hand into his. “Y/N.”

His smile only grew as he firmly grasped your hand and gave it a good, firm shake. “An honor to make your acquaintance.”

You couldn’t help but giggle at all his eccentric verbiage. “Nice to meet you too, Sam.”

The alcohol must’ve been hitting your system more than you thought since you probably would’ve barely been able to speak a single word to this man if you had been sober.

“Is this your party?” You asked, trying to cover your bases before talking any more shit about the ensemble.

He laughed hard that time, “Me? In a fraternity? God no.” He shook his head and took a sip of his beer. “It seems like everyone ended up at this party, even you, Wallflower.” He offered a playful smile.

Your cheeks burned hot at the nickname even though it was meant to be comical. “Oh,” You chuckled nervously and your gaze fell back to your red cup. “Parties just aren’t my thing, my roommate just dragged me here.”

“What couldn’t you like about a party like this?” He stepped back and stretched his arms wide. If you weren’t mistaken, his tone sounded half facetious. He smiled then stepped back towards you. “Besides the god-awful music, of course.” He kept his grin as he took a sip from his beer bottle, a lime wedge clunking against the glass walls.

You chuckled at his theatrics, he was quickly becoming one of the most interesting people you’d ever met. “The music isn’t so bad, not really my taste but, it’s not the worst part.” You shrugged. “It’s mainly the people.” Your gaze followed past the boy, through the kitchen arch entrance into the living room where the hoard of college students danced and mingled. “Too many people.”

“You sound like my brother Jake.” He laughed fondly. “He loves to party, but with the right people. That’s why he’s not up here. My other brother though,” He peeked over his shoulder at the party. “He’s in there somewhere having the time of his life right now.”

“And you?” You questioned, turning your face up to him. “Why aren’t you out there?”

The corners of his mouth turned up like it was the easiest thing in the world, like forming a smile was what he was born to do. “Well, because I’m talking to you, silly.” He stated as if it was obvious.

Heat rushed to your cheeks once more. “Oh, well I don’t wanna keep you from your friends.” You shook your head and tried to keep your eyes on him as you spoke but failed and your gaze fell back to the melting ice in your cup. “I’m sure they’re waiting for you.”

“I’m not in a rush.” He replied simply, keeping his focus earnestly on you. “I’m sure that I’m the last thing on their minds right now.” He joked.

“I suppose you’re probably right.” You chuckled and met his eyes.

Suddenly, a visibly wasted frat boy fashioned in a neon green tank top shoved his way between the both of you. The abrasive action not only shoved Sam backwards but also bumped into your cup splashing a bit of drink onto your shirt. You gasped at the unexpected force then hissed at the coldness now spreading across your skin.

Sam set his beer down harshly on the island, hard enough for the glass clank to ring through the small space. “What the fuck man?” His tone was irritated but not quite angry yet, until his eyes noticed the blue alcohol bleeding across your baby pink top.

The boy, who looked like his name was Kyle, drunkenly smirked at the remark, as if irritating Sam seemed like fun to him. “You should be thanking me for getting your girl wet.”

You’d only known Sam all of maybe 30 minutes but you could tell he wasn’t one to pick fights, however you questioned that truth when you watched his brows lower at the male. He stepped towards him with a strongly pointed finger. “Really bold of you to be so disrespectful to someone who could easily get your ass kicked out of here.”

The boy scoffed at him, “Oh what are you gonna do, ban me from every party?” He asksd as if it’s a joke.

“That exactly.” Sam stated calmly though you could tell it was anger he was suppressing. “I know every fucker in this house, all I’ve gotta do is point you out, and boom,” He shrugged casually. “Say goodbye to every party of the year.”

It was obvious that the boy only half believed him but the threat of being exiled from the campus’ largest and most anticipated parties had his eyes widening.

“That’s what I thought.” His arm swung towards the kitchen exit. “Now get the fuck out, and don’t let me see you again.”

He nodded quickly and sped out of the kitchen. When Sam’s gaze returned to you it quickly softened and his hands immediately found your arms to comfort you. “I’m so sorry.” He apologized even though it wasn’t his fault. His eyes landed on your chest though you knew it wasn’t disrespectful. “Here.” He swiftly pivoted behind you to snag the roll of paper towels, snapping off a few squares before dampening them in the metal sink beside you. He brought the dampened pieces and went to help clean your shirt but stopped himself before making contact. His chocolatey eyes snapped up to you with a look of apology. “May I?”

You were stunned by everything that had just occurred so you just nodded. His touches were gentle, patting the colorful stain away. “I’m sorry that happened. I know you just said how you were already overwhelmed with everything.”

You sucked a breath in through your nose trying to steady your breathing, attempting to act normal even though the event overstimulated you enough to border a panic attack. “No it’s okay, I just-“ You closed your eyes and let your chest fall as you exhaled. “This stuff is just, it’s a lot.” You kept your focus off of him feeling somewhat ashamed of it. You’re in college, something so minor at a party shouldn’t bother you, right?

He paused his actions to glance up at you before returning to his work on your shirt. “Don’t apologize. Like I said, my older brother Jake doesn’t like crowds either.” He informed softly, taking extra care to not touch you too much or make you uncomfortable. “I’m used to this.” His shoulders pulled into a shrug.

“Thanks.” You nodded, grateful for his kindness. You allowed a quiet fall between you as you focused on calming down. After a bit of him going back and forth with new paper towels with little success, you sighed looking down at the vibrant blue splotch. “It’s okay, it doesn’t look like it’s gonna come out.”

The edge of his mouth curved into a slight frown knowing that despite his best efforts, you were right. “I’m sorry.” He added the last used paper towel onto the pile beside you. “Hey, let me at least get you a fresh shirt.”

After cleaning up the mess of paper towels, he led you away from the crowd and upstairs to rows of ample bedrooms.

“I thought you weren’t a part of this frat?” You asked as he went directly to a specific door.

“I’m not,” He twisted the doorknob to a surprisingly empty bedroom. The rest of them seemed to be …preoccupied. The room looked like a stereotypical college dorm just in an elaborate fancy house. There were sports posters on each side of the walls above two separate beds, along with soccer and golf gear spread over the floor. It was surprisingly clean but you wondered if that was by design, if it was only clean because they anticipated having company tonight. Without turning the light on, Sam found his way to a wooden dresser and dug through it. You furrowed your brows in confused concern since he just informed you that this was in fact not his room. If you knew him better you’d scold him and ask what he was doing rifling through someone else’s belongings but you held your tongue in favor of curiosity.

The moonlight peering through the window casted a sparkling light across his features. He seemed to glow, the light loved his smooth tan skin, the sharp edges of his face and the honey in his eyes. It felt wrong to ogle at him like he was some Greek sculpture but you couldn’t help it. He was just so beautiful .

You promptly averted your stare when he finally turned back to you and held out a folded shirt flat on two hands like a gift. “That guy your friend was talking to in the kitchen? That’s my best friend Danny.” He smiled fondly, evidently proud of his friendship. “He does live here and so I end up crashing here all the time so, I have some backup clothes.” He tilted his head to the shirt. “It’s clean, you can borrow it for the night if you want.”

You couldn’t help the small smile that crept up to your lips at his gesture. You gently took the rusty brown shirt and thanked him. He led you to the nearest empty bathroom for you to change.

Being alone in a bathroom at a party tended to be a great place to gauge where your head was at so, when you stood in front of the mirror and assessed yourself you noticed a couple things. You looked absolutely ridiculous with the giant blue splotch across your chest. There was a slight warm redness in your cheeks indicated that you were a little tipsy but not enough to numb your fingers or lips. And finally, a fluttering had made home in your tummy and a smitten grin kept threatening to creep across your lips. You wondered if the pink in your cheeks was truly the alcohol or something else entirely.

After you changed into the borrowed shirt, you stepped out of the bathroom to find Sam leaning against the stairway railing mindlessly waiting for you. Once his eyes finally landed on you, the edges of his mouth tugging into a smooth and soft smile. “Ah, it looks great on you!” He exclaimed with an arm stretched out to his side before softly landing on your shoulder.

The warmth in your cheeks worsened at his compliment, which you quickly tried to squash by telling yourself that he’s just being nice. “Thanks.” You replied in a voice smaller than you intended.

If this had been any other night, with anyone else, you would’ve definitely already been on your way home by now, but you couldn’t possibly cheat yourself out of time with the most interesting person you’d ever met. Even so, the idea of going back to the chaos downstairs wasn’t appealing at all.

Almost as if he could read your mind, he straightened up a bit like he’d just thought of an idea. “By chance, do you happen to play pool?”

Your brows furrowed and your head tilted slightly like a confused puppy. “Um, a little, a long time ago. I don’t really remember how though.”

His lips tugged into a wide smile. “Perfect! Let me show you something, follow me.”

Now, it wasn’t your brightest moment, letting a random boy at a party lead you downstairs into a basement but for whatever reason you trusted him. He was far too kind to be devious – besides, what sort of sinister person wears a cream-colored knit sweater to a frat party?

You followed him down some carpeted steps into a brick-lined basement. You looked around the room taking it in fully. While it was still busy with people, the atmosphere was much different. The music was softer, and the chatter wasn’t nearly as loud. The room was full of games, from pool tables to air hockey to darts and even some arcade games. It was accompanied by an espresso-colored leather couch and wooden bar stocked with what looked like every bottle of liquor imaginable. The basement was much more your speed than upstairs would ever be.

Sam must’ve noticed your amazement, giving you a tiny smirk. “Much better, isn’t it?”

“Worlds better.” You grinned up at him in gratitude, though a twinkle of fear sparked in your stomach at the thought that he may just leave you there to rejoin his friends upstairs.

That worry melted away when he was instantly greeted by nearly everyone in the room. You were beginning to learn that he had friends everywhere he went. The only one you recognized was Danny from earlier which surprised you since he seemed like the life of the party earlier and it was his party after all. Next to him stood a shorter boy with long brown hair somewhat reminiscent to Sam’s. In opposition to Sam’s sweater, this boy wore a button down held together only by the last two buttons before being tucked into his jeans. Your eyes couldn’t help but follow the long corded, crystal necklace that laid down his exposed chest. When you heard Sam’s voice beginning introductions, you blinked your eyes up to the mystery boy’s face only to find his eyes already on yours with a smirk. Your cheeks burned in hopes that neither of them noticed your wandering eyes.

“Well you already met Danny, but this is my brother Jake.” Sam grinned introducing him. “Jake this is Y/N, Y/N this is Jake.” He gestured between you both.

Jake smiled at you but you took note of the corner of his lip curling into another smirk. “Nice to meet you, Y/N.” He pulled the pool stick he was using off the table until he stood it up beside him holding it like a staff.

“Hey.” Your lips tugged into a tightlipped smile as you tucked a loose piece of hair behind your ear before waving at him.

Sam then grinned wide and clapped his hands together, startling you a bit. “Okay! Now you said that you don’t know how to play, right?”

“Not really, no.” You shook your head, stepping back to turn towards the vacant pool table parallel to the one Jake and Danny were playing on. Your eyes lingered on the green fabric table top and tugged your bottom lip between your teeth as you realized that you absolutely did not remember how to play.

Sam noticed your lingering apprehension and placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder, "Don't worry, it's easy! I'll walk you through it, Wallflower." He said the nickname in a playful manner, poking light fun at your timidness.

Out of the corner of your eye you caught Jake take note of the nickname and it made you wonder why - was it because it was clear why it was your nickname or the fact that Sam had already given you one?

He picked up a pool cue and handed it to you, demonstrating how to hold it properly. "First, you want to get your grip right. Hold it like this," he said, gently taking your hands and positioning them on the cue. His touch was soft but firm, and resembled electricity against your skin.

You tried to mimic his stance, but it felt awkward and unnatural. Sensing your struggle, Sam stepped closer, his chest barely brushing against your back. "Here, let me help you," he murmured, his breath warm against your ear. His hands gently adjusted your grip and guided your arm into the correct position. "Now, keep your eye on the ball you're aiming for."

You nodded, trying to focus despite the buzzing in your stomach. Sam's presence was both comforting and extremely nerve-wracking. "Like this?" you asked, lining up your shot.

"Exactly," he confirmed with a large, prideful smile. "Now, just take a deep breath and strike."

You took a breath, steadying your nerves, and struck the cue ball. It rolled smoothly across the table, colliding with the intended target and sending it into a pocket. Your eyes widened in surprise and delight. "I did it!"

Sam laughed, clearly pleased with your success. "See? I told you it was easy."

As you and Sam continued to play, Jake wandered over, with a mischievous grin playing on his lips. "Hey Sam, I got a few pointers to give, don’t you mind?" he asked, already picking up a pool cue before the other answered.

Sam’s tone and deadpanning glare made it obvious that he was used to but far too old for the competitive big brother behavior. "Alright, Jake, let's see what great pointers you got." Sam rolled his eyes already knowing where this was leading but stepped back with a good-natured chuckle to keep peace.

Jake sauntered over, exuding a casual confidence with every step. While he and Sam both oozed confidence, they were much different in their own ways. Sam was self-assured in the way he could be the center of attention in any room by being solely his authentic self. Jake’s composed demeanor was different. He didn’t make himself the center of attention in the room, he just was - you’d barely been in the room 60 seconds before he captivated you.

Jake stood beside you, his presence more imposing than Sam's, but there was a playful glint in his eyes. "Alright, Y/N, let's see how you're holding that cue."

You showed him the way Sam had taught you hold, feeling slightly nervous under his intense gaze. He shook his head, clicking his tongue. "Nah, you've got it wrong. Here, let me show you."

He moved behind you, much like Sam had, but his approach was different. Jake's hands were firmer, his touch more assertive. He adjusted your grip with a practiced ease, his fingers lingering on yours for a moment longer than necessary. "You need to be more confident with your shot," he said, his voice low and smooth. "Pool is as much about attitude as it is about skill."

Sam watched from a distance, his expression unreadable. You tried to focus on Jake's instructions, but his proximity was a bit overwhelming. "Like this?" you asked, adjusting your stance under his guidance.

"Exactly," Jake replied, his breath warm against the shell of your ear. The sensation alone had goosebumps erupt across your skin. "Now, don't hesitate. Just go for it."

You struck the cue ball, and it collided with the intended target, sending it into a pocket with a satisfying clink. Jake's grin widened. "See? Not bad at all."

You glanced over at Sam across the room, who surprisingly gave you a thumbs up, his smile genuine despite the shift in dynamic. "Nice shot, Y/N!" he called out.

Jake stepped back, leaning against the table with a satisfied look. "Alright, Sammy boy, she's all yours again," he said with a perpetual smirk and a wink in your direction.

Sam rejoined you, his demeanor as warm and patient as ever towards you but you caught him shooting a slight glare over at Jake. "Great job, Y/N. You did so good!" Even though Jake’s proximity had your heart thumping, you were happy to have Sam’s comforting presence back.

Blood rushed to your cheeks at the compliment, “Thanks.” You replied meekly. Between Sam being well, Sam, and Jake’s oddly competitive behavior, you had to admit that you were a tad overwhelmed with it all. Although, it wasn’t necessarily an entirely bad feeling just, a lot for someone who never went out all that much before. It was a lot and your social battery was quickly depleting.

You ended up finishing your rounds with Sam while Jake and Danny continued to play their own game. Every so often you found yourself peeking over at Jake who was cool and focused with a cigar perched between his fingers.

Surprisingly, you won your game but wondered if Sam had let you win. Regardless of whether your success was genuine, it filled you with a rush of accomplishment. If the night hadn’t been so long already you might’ve even initiated another game, but the ache of sleep started to weigh heavy on your bones.

You rounded the table with a smile wider than you’ve had in weeks, thinking that maybe college wouldn’t be as scary as you spent so much time stressing over.

“Thanks for teaching me.” You used both hands to keep the cue in place while you leaned against it tiredly.

“Ah, you were a great student.” He waved away your politeness.

You blinked up at him, finally able to see his face clearly in the better lighting of the basement. He looked even more striking under the warm glow, the soft yellow light highlighting his beautifully sun-kissed skin. His features were defined, with sharp angles and a complexion so smooth it was almost unreal. But the most captivating part of him was undoubtedly his eyes. In that light, they were a mesmerizing shade of dark caramel brown, drawing you in and momentarily distracting you from everything else.

“Oh, um,” Blood rushed to your cheeks, turning them a deep pink. “I don’t think so, but I had a really good time.” For some reason the admission felt vulnerable.

He smiled, “Well, I’m glad. I did too.”

You glanced over to the circular wall clock to find that it was well past 1 am. “Oh my gosh, I didn’t realize it was so late.” You sighed and met Sam’s gaze again. “I really should get going.”

“Oh,” He faltered a bit, “Did you need a ride? I’m sure I could find someone sober around here.” He twisted his body around to check the room for any candidates.

You chuckled and shook your head, setting your cue on the pool table. “No it’s fine, I was just gonna walk.”

“Oh, I can’t let you walk home alone! There’s creeps out there!”

You mulled it over in your head and while you didn’t want to inconvenience him further, he had a point that hadn’t dawned on you yet. “Well, I wouldn’t wanna bother you.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, it’s no bother at all.” He gestured towards the exit upstairs. “You ready?”

You nodded and followed him up the stairs. Despite it being so late the party still raged on and kept the house chaotically crowded. Before you could really process an escape route, Sam grabbed your hand and began weaving through the crowd. You knew it was just precautionary and in reality it didn’t mean anything, but the action still filled your tummy with rampant butterflies and your chest with rapid thumping.

Once you were safely on the porch, he released your hand and looked down at you. “You okay?” His brows curved up in concern.

“Yeah.” You nodded with a small smile. It was almost embarrassing how brave you felt after surviving a rowdy frat party.

“Okay good.” The smile he gave you was so sincere it almost made your heart ache. “Which way we headin’?”

“That way.” You pointed to the left where the freshman dorms were located.

“Cool, I live that way too.” He hopped off the porch while you opted for the three steps down he had skipped.

You were both grateful and disappointed for the fact of your dorm was rather close to the party. As much as you craved your bed, it meant the end of this night with him would come sooner and you weren’t sure you were ready for that just yet.

“Don’t take this the wrong way but,” He prefaced a question, “Was that your first college party?”

A gush of warm August wind washed over you, blowing your hair back. You let out an embarrassed chuckle, “Was it that obvious?”

He let out a genuine laugh, “Not necessarily.” He lied, his shoulders pulling into a shrug. “Just a hunch.” He teased in a way you could tell wasn’t meant to be malicious. Even though he couldn’t relate, his words somehow sounded completely understanding.

You fidgeted with your fingers since you didn’t have pockets in your borrowed skirt to shove them in. “You see, I have a history of being dragged to parties.” You joked even though you were exaggerating just a bit, only being ‘dragged’ to maybe 2 large high school parties, 3 if you count the one in middle school. You weren’t a stranger to alcohol or partying though, just preferred it in small, controlled settings with people you knew. “Like I said, I just don’t like strangers.”

“Well, strangers aren’t always bad.” He leaned a little in your direction with a raised brow.

You giggled, “I guess you’re right.” And paused, “Afterall, I met Jake.” You pressed your lips together, trying to stifle a laugh at your own joke.

He stopped dead in his tracks, turning to look at you with a completely deadpan expression and eyes filled with mock disapproval. The sheer dramatics of his reaction shattered your resolve, and you burst into laughter, throwing your head back.

“Ha-ha. Very funny,” he said, rolling his eyes with exaggerated exasperation, a playful smirk pulling at the corners of his mouth.

“I’m jokinggg!” You defended nudging his shoulder and felt better once his smile returned to his lips.

You went to follow him once he resumed on the designated path but stopped short. “Hey, actually this is my dorm.”

He spun on his heels crunching the gravelly asphalt beneath his shoes and pointed up to the brick building. “You live in Lakewood Hall?”

“Yeah?”

“I live in Lakewood too!” He exclaimed in a way you’d never seen someone be so excited over something so mundane. You were certain that he could probably find joy in just about anything life had to offer.

“Really? That’s cool. What floor?” You attempted to remain nonchalant about living in the same dorm as this wonderful man you thought you may never see again.

“3, you?”

“Wait, same! How have I not seen you around?” You asked then began walking towards the keycard protected door.

“I don’t know.” He said, “I guess maybe because like I said I spend most of my time at Danny’s?” As he spoke, he slipped his hand into his back pocket and pulled out a keycard. The door's light blinked green, and the lock clicked open, confirming that he did actually live there too.

Once on your floor, you headed to your door and felt your stomach drop when you spotted a dreaded sock on the handle of your door. Katie must’ve ended up with that tall tattooed boy you’d last seen her dancing with. You let out a defeated sigh, not knowing where else to go at this hour.

Sam laughed and tilted his chin at your door. “Good for your roommate.”

You shook your head, “Yeah good for her, not for me, I have nowhere to go now and it’s like 2 am.” Both anxiety and anger began to fizz in your chest.

“Hey, it’s no big deal, I’m just down the hall.” He pointed in the opposite direction of your room. “You can come chill with me. If you want.” He made it a point to add the last bit, not wanting to push you but definitely looking to spend more time with you.

“Oh no, no.” You shook your head vehemently. “I’ve already bothered you enough tonight, I can’t possibly intrude on your bedtime.”

He laughed hard at that one, “It’s no big deal, I’m a night owl.”

“Well, I-”

He rolled his eyes playfully before getting behind you and grasping your shoulders gently pushing you down the hall. “I’m not leaving you out here alone all night.”

As much as you wanted to protest, just about anything sounded better than sitting alone in the hall for god knows how long.

Once he opened his door and flicked the light on, your eyes widened. It was so much different than Danny’s - most notably the smell. Before the door was even fully open you were smacked in the face with a mix of patchouli incense and weed, each one trying to cancel the other out. He closed the door behind you as you fully took it all in. Aside from the potent smell the first thing you noticed was the two beds pushed together, a clear indicator that he didn’t have a roommate. Next was the giant earth-toned mandala-patterned tapestry that hung above the beds while the wall across the room from it was covered in vintage records and posters of various artists. Unlike the sports gear in Danny’s room, Sam’s floor was littered with instruments, more than you’d ever seen in one room outside of a school band room.

“Whoa.” Was all that managed to tumble from your lips.

“Cool ain’t it?” He stretched his arms out wide with a proud grin. “Got this place all to myself.”

“Lucky.” You muttered, still a bit salty you weren’t lying in your own bed right now. “You play all of these?”

“Yup!” He plopped himself on his double bed. “I’d play something for you now, if it wasn’t so cliche.” He joked.

You wanted to protest but you weren’t about to argue with the keeper of your temporary sanctuary. As you scanned the room once more you noticed a couple things - thumbtacks shoved into every decoration and the bong casually out on his bedside table next to a glass jar full of green. Your brows furrowed, “How do you get away with all this?”

He shrugged with a cocky smile, “I know people.”

“I wish I knew people.” You replied sarcastically.

“Well, ya do now.” The edges of his mouth pulled to a soft, kind grin. It was really beautiful the way his features always seemed to light up any time he smiled.

“You’re right.” You agreed mischievously, walking over to where he sat. “I know Jake.”

His smile fell flat at your joke. “You think you’re so funny huh?”

You giggled, “Yeah, I do.”

His eyes glanced up at your face and lingered there longer than he intended. Now it was his time to study you - not that he hadn’t already been doing that all night but now that you were alone together and he could properly take you in. He cleared his throat when you tilted your head a bit at his stare.

“You wanna smoke?” He offered, gesturing to the glass bong that was poorly fashioned to look like a vase.

You shook your head, “No thanks, I think the alcohol was enough for the night. But you can if you want, I don’t mind.”

Although it was traditionally his bedtime routine, he didn’t mind skipping that night. “No I’m okay, I was just offerin’.” He tilted his head towards an expansive vinyl shelf. “You wanna pick somethin’ to play?”

Normally, Sam was a show-and-tell sort of guy but he was interested in what you’d choose.

You twisted around to the long row of stacked cubicles full of records. As you stepped closer to them and ran your fingers along the spines you noticed they were all weathered with tattered edges. Almost all of the records were older artists, some big names but also some you’d never heard of. You were tempted by the only modern one you spotted being Hozier but it was obvious he wasn’t a fan of newer music and you wondered if this was some sort of test. If it was a lighthearted test, the last thing you wanted to do was seem uncultured by picking the only modern artist you saw. You thought hard about a Fleetwood Mac record but instead, you opted for an Elvis one and spun around to showcase your pick.

“An Elvis fan? Interesting.” He eyed you curiously. “Wouldn’t have initially pegged you for one. But I’m familiar with those too, Josh is a huge fan of the king.” He chuckled, pushing himself off the thin mattress to set it up on his record player. “May I?” He outstretched his hands to take the record from your grasp.

The truth was that your knowledge on music was quite limited to mostly newer artists, except for the names everyone knows. It made you wonder if there was a world that existed where he’d be the one to help you expand your musical palate.

You shrugged, “I just like his music.” Then obliged to his request and handed the record over for him to take it gently.

He carefully removed the black disc from the worn sleeve. “ ‘Aloha from Hawaii’ you know this is a live recording right?” He questioned as he spun the record by the edges with his fingertips.

You playfully rolled your eyes at how naive he assumed you’d be. You stumbled a bit in your turn towards the bed, the alcohol and fatigue starting to weigh you down. Finally, you reached the edge of the bed and plopped down. You watched as he precariously placed the record down and set the needle at its edge. It was a buzz at first before the grand orchestra intro broke through the silence like a punch. “Mhm, I do.” You hummed. “I love old live recordings. I think the banter with the audience is funny. Things were so different then.”

He let out a small chuckle, “You’re so right actually.” He crossed the room to a mini fridge filled with what you saw a glimpse, just a bunch of drinks. “Water?” He plucked a fresh cold one out of the glaring white interior and held it out for you.

“Yes! Thank you!” You let out an excited sigh of relief as the alcohol and exertion had dried up your mouth.

You snatched the water from his grasp and cracked it open before taking a greedy gulp. In the moment, that crisp cool water going down your throat felt like heaven. Your finger tapped your phone screen to illuminate it for the time, it was almost 3 am and you had no messages from your roommate. You sighed and flipped the phone upside down. “Nothing from Katie. Looks like I’m locked out of my room for the night. I don’t wanna intrude on whatever… is going on in there.” You’re focused on the water bottle in your hands, crinkling a bit with your fingers. “I can get out of your hair though, try to find a cheap motel or something.” You anxiously fiddled with your thumbs at the mere idea of doing that.

“Don’t worry about it, really. You can crash here, it’s not a problem.” He said, taking a sip of his own water. “You can even have my bed if you want, I’ll sleep on the floor.”

“Oh, oh absolutely not!” You protested, using your arm to slice through the air.

“Then you don’t mind sleeping next to me?” His voice was smoother than silk and it made a buzz fall to your core. You were now regretting your decision to debate his offer. How on earth were you supposed to fall asleep in the same room as him nonetheless beside him.

“Nope, don’t mind!” Your voice coming out squeakier than expected and it brought warmth to your cheeks.

His brows furrowed and perked up a bit at your response before following it with a playful smirk, like he had picked up on your nervousness and found it flattering. “Alright then.”

He pulled open a drawer from his oak dresser and pulled out a stack of clothes before making his way to the small bathroom. When he emerged, his top half was baring his tanned skin while long sweatpants rode low on his exposed hip bones. You couldn’t help your eyes from taking a glance over, then quickly diverting your gaze away to not be caught admiring him.

He tossed his dirty clothes into a half empty hamper and made his way to the bed. He crawled beside you on the other side of the bed, pulling the gray duvet up over his shoulders. Despite he kept his distance, you could still feel the warmth radiating off of him. Against your better judgement, when you finally sunk into the bed you laid facing him since you weren’t ready to knock out just yet. His sheets smelled like cologne, woodsy and herby, similar to the patchouli in the room but with some added notes of bergamot and cedar.

You tucked your hands flat in a prayer position under your cheek, looking at him. His brown eyes were already on you, a hint of surprise in them at your chosen position to face him.

“Thanks for saving me today.” You said quietly, just then noticing that he’d kept the record playing softly in the background.

“It’s no big deal, Wallflower.” He matched your gentle tone with a soft smile. As silly as the nickname was, it didn't stop the swelling in your chest and the flutter in your heart.

“I had a lot of fun tonight.” You added genuinely. Even though you got abandoned at the party and locked out of your dorm, it had been the best night you’d had so far since the semester began.

He chuckled softly, his eyes flickering to your lips before meeting your gaze again. "We'll have to do it again."

You mirrored his glance for a moment, then smiled up at him. "Yeah, I’d really like that."

A comfortable silence settled between you, filled only by the soft music playing in the background. The warmth of his presence and the cozy scent of his sheets made you feel safe and content.

Between the long night and the calmness he brought, your eyelids grow heavy. As you let your eyes give way to slumber, a smile lingered on your lips, the events of the night replaying in your mind. In this unexpected place and with this unexpected person, you found a sense of comfort you hadn't anticipated. And for the first time since starting college, you felt truly excited about what it might bring.

Next Chapter -> 02 - I Can See You

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