Just The Boy Next Door

~7~

As the weeks drew on, Andy and I were still trying to figure out what we were, exactly. After the Halloween party, more and more people around campus told us to quit being so stupid and go out already. In the back of my mind, I knew that is what I wanted. I just needed to be sure that the moment and time were the right ones.

It was a few weeks into November when the seven of us were sitting in the coffee shop when any bit of hope I had had began to waver.

On a Friday morning, we usually met up at the Coffee Beanery before class. But this day was special; it was the last day before Fall break. We all sat discussing plans we had for the short durration of time we had off. Andy and I had planned on going to my parents for Thanksgiving, and Jake and Naomi were going to hers. Jinxx had already headed to the airport to fly out to be with Sammi for the holiday, and Ashley was going to stay in town with CC, Ash working on catching up in his music study course and CC filling in for Naomi and myself the following Monday during our radio show. We had already introduced him, but he came up with his personality name: Wild Child. He had invited his family to the frat house for Thanksgiving.

We were finalizing said plans as Andy's cell phone began to ring.
Looking at the screen, Andy rolled his eyes and huffed; It was Scout's mom.

"Hello, this is Andy?"
"Andrew, are you available?"
"Kind of, ma'am, but what is up?"
"You were the only one I could think to call really; it is about Scout."
"Ook?"
"Well, after she got back from Richmond and causing trouble for you with Juliet, that little witch, she hadn't been the same."
"Go on?"
"When she arrived home, she didn't speak a word to us. She had bags under her eyes and the usual brightness in them was gone. She muttered something about a shower and to the bathroom she went."
"And?"
"I had finished dinner and her father went upstairs to check on her and tell her food was ready if she wanted any. He found her curled up in the shower with slashed on her wrists; she had bled for a while and was very pale. We had her admitted. She won't listen to us, but I figured she would to you. You know her well enough."

And this moment, I knew our plans were shat on but I decided staying quiet until I heard everything was the best plan. Andy made haste to finish the phone call, and turned to look at me, glazed in guilt.

"Well, what are you going to do Biersack?" I sounded void of emotion, which caused CC to wince.
"I don't want you mad at me, princess..."
"I'm not," I sighed, realizing how concerned for this crazy woman, and for him, I was.
"I think it might help if I go," he sighed heavily, "I know she torn me down internally, but we were friends once."

The look on his face made me sad inside; he was so upset, both about not going to Thanksgiving dinner and about his ex girlfriend. He absently stirred his hot chocolate with a spoon, staring down at it quietly.

"Well, if you think it is best," I shrugged, "I can understand why you would want to go."

Inside, I was indeed a bit jealous he was going to spend time with Scout and not me this holiday season.

"Are you sure?" His eyebrows lifted; the blue orbs crashed into my soul. I am more than sure he saw the invisible fingers sticking up in protest to the situation in its entirty.
"Look, you aren't my boyfriend, Andy. I'm not going to control you." I got up and pushed my chair in swiftly, "Besides, I can help CC with preparing the radio show for the Christmas holiday. You are spending Christmas with me, Right?"

The virtual daggers were thrown; Guilt trip: 1, Andy: 0

"Yes, ma'am. I promise."
"Good, now go pack. I will see you at dinner tonight."

And with that I left the shop and headed to class.

Classes went by slowly after the tender conversation that morning. I didn't look forward to dinner like usual, knowing he wasn't going to be with me that following week and a half. And, that I had to wake up early with him to drive to the airport in the morning. Ashley kept telling me he was there for me, buzzing round like a bumblebee does a flower, but I tried not to pay any mind. While I was indeed interested in Ashley, Andy was who I had wanted more than anything. The interest in Ash was purely lust; it was in a "come to bed with me, my little rock star" kind of way. I didn't think he liked me any more than that, any way.

After classes concluded that night, Andy took me to Starlight Cafe on Main Street, which was my favorite local diner to relax at during the dark hours. Plus, the bloody Mary happy hour was always on point there.

We ordered our drinks and food with limited conversation. I could tell he was still upset our conversation went the direction it did. I should have been less aggressive with him at the end of it all, but how else was he going to know how I truly felt?

"So, what do you think is going to happen while you are out there," I looked at him and took a bite of my grilled salmon sandwich.
"Truthfully," He sipped his beer slowly before clearing his throat," I have no idea, but it confuses me slightly. I just know this week and a half is going to suck without you, princess."
"Ditto, babe." My appetite, in that moment, plummeted to almost nothing.

Packing the rest to go, we headed back to his place to pick up his suit case and then to mine for the night.

After making sure his bags were by the door, and he remembers things like his toothbrush and phone charger, we sat down to a night of Batman movies, just for him.
We had been watching quietly until I had an idea; one that I wasn't sure how he would react to.

"Andy," I shifted my weight against him and looked into his face, "You have the duration of this trip of yours to decide where you want this to go."

Pausing Batman and Robin right in the middle, he calmly looked back at me.

"That sounds fair," he nodded, wrapping his long arms around me and pulling me closer, "I think I can manage that for you."
"Good."

The conversation stopped then, only for us to fall asleep in each other's embrace on my sofa until his alarm went off at eight in the morning.

The drive to the airport was not nearly as tough as the dropping him off at his terminal. I literally had to swallow every urge to burst into tears. After a somewhat emotional farewell, I made my way to the coffee shop. Not feeling quite myself, I decided to change up my order for the morning: double shot of espresso, caramel latte, light on the whipped cream, and heavy on the caramel drizzle on top. Making my way to my usual booth, I found Ashley already sitting there, glasses on and staring at his laptop.
I sat down with a heavy sigh, startling him a little. He glanced up only to stop at my drink of choice and look at me soon after.

"Okay, what's going on?" he pointed to the cup, "The mocha queen here never orders these."
"Yea, well, I'm doubting Andy isn't going to come back with rebounded feelings for Scout."

As I pouted, I grabbed a straw and began to stir the warm drink in my possession.

"Now I know something it wrong," he closed his laptop briskly, and, clasping his hands firmly, looked over the rims of his glasses, "You... never... fucking... use... a... god... damn... straw!"

By this time, the entire shop was staring in our direction. Sinking low into the booth, I glared at him sharply.

"What?" he shrugged, obviously having no clue how loud we was being.
"Hey Ash," I straightened back up, "Will you hang out with me for a bit tonight?"

He smiled coolly and nodded.

"Sure babe, I can do that."

So began the next three days; I was a mess when I was alone so Ashley agreed to stay with me until Thanksgiving. He even slept in my bed with me, made me breakfast when I over slept, and agreed to brave my family's Thanksgiving dinner with me. My mom questioned whether or not he was a new boyfriend from school to which I strongly mentioned we were just friends.

But "just friends" didn't work out that way. The last night he stayed at my house, I got home late from the studio after working out some programs with CC. Coming in the door, I found him asleep on my couch, wearing not a thing but his low rider leather pants, both unzipped and unbuttoned. It looked like he had barely gotten out of bed, let alone dressed.

Taking off my shoes at the door, I made the attempt to sneak into the kitchen to start dinner. I failed miserably.

"Hello gorgeous," said the sexy lump of man flesh on my couch, "Welcome home."

He went to stretch only to realize he needed to button his pants. Blushing, he stood up and situated himself.

"Thanks Ash," I smiled sweetly, "What did you do today?"
"Well," he cocked his hip out to the side and folded his arms, serious look on his face, "I finished that report I fucked up on; the one about musical differences?"

He finally found the yawn and stretch he was looking for, and continued.

"It brought my grade up from a D to a B+, so I'm much happier."
"See? I told you you were smart."
"Yea, well, it helps having a local celebrity as a temporary roommate." He got up and made his way over to me while my back was turned.

As I was about to make a sarcastic remark, I felt warm hands around my waist and soft, full lips suckling my collarbone. The room felt warmer, and that dilemma I thought I had retreated from arrive yet again, only this time in full force.

One of his hands ventured southward and began rubbing me softly where the wetness would have been seen if clothes were removed. The other massaged my breasts, provide each one with equal attention. Fingers would spread every now and then, tweaking a nipple to the point of where they were hard enough to cut diamonds.

Dinner can definitely wait, I thought.

That night I found out the island in my kitchen served as am amazing body prop. I leaned against it, knees buckling from arousal. Pulling up my shirt, he exposed the large tattoo on my back. It was a bone dragon with Lord Death as his rider. Growling lowly, Ashley licked the center of my spine in approval.

"This is fucking hot, DJ," he purred, "I didn't know you have any ink."

His hands found their way under my shirt swiftly and began to unclip the front clasp of my bra. Releasing my breasts were their prison, he let out a soft moan at the touch of my soft, tender skin in his hands. His manhood stood prominent with arousal.

"Your skin," he said breathlessly, "It is so fucking soft."

Half lidded, he began to grind against my still clothed ass. The shirt remained on for the time being as his fingers trailed down my stomach and stopped where the button of my jeans were located. One hand did all the work while the other played with my nipples yet again, causing me to wince at the heavenly mix of pleasure and pain. The jeans swiftly dropped to my ankles, revealing pair of skull - inspired boy-shorts.

"These are cute," He smiled and placed his hand back on my nether region, "Let's what they look like on the floor, huh?"

Rubbing in circles until I was damp, he pulled the boy-shorts down my body and slid a finger inside me. Slowly working the single digit in and out, he added another. Rapidly moving them against my g-spot like he was shooting paintball, he managed to pull his pants down with the other. This erection was throbbing, throbbing due to the presence of a naked female body.

"Your body, DJ," he licked my ear and sent chills down my body, "It is a treasure to me. I want to explore every inch of it while I can."

His fingers still inside of my, he slid his erection up and down along the crack of my ass, leaving a trail of pre-cum.

Assuming he meant while I was available, I wasn't going to judge him for his blind, sexual desire. I was lusting after him, as well.

Round one began quickly.

The fingering stopped as he carefully twirled me around to face him and sat me on the counter. Ripping both the jeans and panties I had dangling around my ankles off my person, he scooted me towards the edge. A devilish smirk playing on his lips, he went down on me, his tongue hot and wet on my lower region. Massaging my pleasure button a bit longer, he drove his tongue deeper inside and moaned softly, playing with himself in unison.

Right at I was about to climax, he took paused and stood up licking his lips. That smirk returned as he flipped his hair out of his face. Twirling me back around, my stomach touched the cold counter. My nipples hardened almost instantly, making me cry out softly. Kissing the back of my neck, he squeezed and slapped my ass playfully, making it jiggle.

Spreading my legs slightly, he made sure he could enter me without trouble. Penetrating me with his hardened member, my muscles clenched around him, making him moan through his teeth. His grip on my hips tightened as he slid himself in deeper with each thrust, throwing his head back. While his length wasn't that of Andy's, his girth was something to admire. Either way, he reached my g-spot easily, pressing it with his tip.

Closing my eyes, I gripped the other side of the counter top. His thrust quickened, squeezing my hips as his pelvis clapped into my ass cheeks loudly. In pure ecstasy, with Ashley being the cause, juices ran down my thighs. Leaning into me, he whispered into my ear.

"I'm so close, beautiful. So very close."

His thrusts were minimal compared to moments early, a rock hard rod sliding gently in and out of me, it's owner half lidded and bout to climax.

"Me too," I finally hissed.

Pace speeding back up to what it was previous, an orgasm gathered in my gut as he worked for our release. With a loud growl and a moan, we both hit our peak and climaxed, bodily fluids cascading down my thighs from my insides. Ashley held me for a few moments longer, half flaccid and softly thrusting. The embrace felt so genuine, so real and sensual.

"You are perfect" he whispered into my ear at last, "I wish you saw what I see."

Letting go and pulling out finally, we agreed upon a shower before dinner, along with agreeing to shower together.

Big mistake.

Turning on the water, my naked body was yet again bent over in front of a very good looking, and obviously re-turned on man. Turning to grab a towel for each of us, I caught a glimpse of him stroking him length up and down, eyes closed.

"Well, I didn't know you intended upon this, Mr. Purdy," I cocked my hip to the side and crossed my arms in front of me.

"Damn, Deege, I didn't," he hissed, "But you drive me crazy."

Within minutes, our lips crashed together like the waves to and ocean. Picking me up, he carefully stepped into the glass enclosure and pressed me against the wall, tip of his length pressing against my stomach. Coming up for air, water rained down on us and drenched our bodies, giving my skin a shine that drove Ash wild.

Tongues intertwining once more, his drove himself straight into me, making me gasp. My swollen folds throbbed in pleasurable pain as he thrust into me against the shower wall. Holding me up, each thrust caused my breasts to bounce, which turned him on even more.

"This is going to be a while, beautiful," he whispered gruffly, "Hope you don't mind."

Truthfully, I didn't.

After climaxing a second time and actually washing our bodies, we dried off and returned to the norm. Opting for take out due to lack of energy, Chinese food and whiskey mixed drinks were on the menu for the eve. Quickly swallowing our meal, I reached my phone and winced.

I didn't know until just now Andy had tried to call me five times until that moment, and guilt overwhelmed me.

"Andy call?" Ashley's was eye with the dishwasher as he loaded out plates and utensils.
"Yep," I sighed and sat down on the couch in my night gown.
"Well, they way I see it," he sat next to me and look me in the eyes, "You have a choice to make."

The sweet and sensitive man scooted himself over only to lay down and place his head on my thigh.

"You can choose him, which wouldn't bother me. We are human after all," he referred to the event of the night, then looked up at me again.

His brown eyes dug into my soul as his auburn hair slid down my thigh sexily.

"Or, you can choose me, which would leave him broken hearted, jealous, and you with out your best friends." he ran his fingers over my cheek softly, "I think we should just enjoy each other now before judgement day, don't you?"
"Yea, I guess you're right." I smiled and ran my fingers through his hair.

Within moments, we dropped the subject. The next day was Turkey Day, after all.

Notes

Things just got complicated for DJ; it is just as they say... when the cat is away, the mice with play.