Games

21

meet the parents

The minute I woke up the next morning, I rolled over into my back and immediately hissed out of pain, groaning and flopping back onto my stomach. Rays of sunlight beamed into the room from between the blinds and hit my face, warming me and waking me even more.

"You alright Josh?" A voice said from behind me. Yawning, I peered over my shoulder, careful not to roll on my back again, and locked eyes with Oliver. He was stripped to his boxers, bent over and pulling on a pair of skinny jeans that were way too fucking tight for him.

"My arse hurts, no thanks to you," I replied, a goofy grin on my face as I recalled last night's events. Running a hand over my face I giggled, shaking my head at what we'd done.

When the jeans were fully on and buttoned up, Oliver grabbed a loose fitting white shirt and pulled it over his head, pouting as he strode to the side of the bed and plopped himself down on it.

"I'm sorry love," he said, running a hand down my back, continuing to pull the covers down until they were bunched at my knees. Without a protest from me, he carefully pulled the waistband of my pajama pants over my bum and assessed the damage. I brought myself to my elbows and looked behind me, trying to get a look at the red marks surely covering my bottom.

"Is it bad?" I asked, only able to see some of what was there. Oliver traced a mark with his fingertips, a hiss passing my lips, which I bit to try and contain myself.

"There's no cuts, just marks," he said, leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to one of them. At this point, I didn't even care anymore. "I got a little carried away." He pulled my pants back up and I shook my head at him.

"A little?" I played, shaking my head and carefully sitting upright, trying to ignore the red hot burning sensation beneath me.

"Okay," he sighed, attaching his lips to mine and mumbling, "A lot," against them. He backed away and stood up again, only to slip his arms under my frame and-

"What the fuck are you doing?" I asked, startled at suddenly being picked up by his long arms and carried across the room. My hands flew to cling to his neck and I looked at him with scared eyes, unsure of what exactly to do; how does one react to being carried like a fucking bride?

"Well geez mate," he scoffed, "Sorry for trying to help you out."

"Don't carry me out there like this," I pouted.

"Embarrassed?" He mused, a smirk on his face. I rolled my eyes because yes, I was embarrassed. Knowing the lads they'd probably heard everything that went on last night considering the fact that we weren't exactly quiet with what we'd done, and they would definitely give me shit for that. Oliver carrying me in front of them will only make it worse.

"Yes," I mumbled, sighing and burying my face in the crook of his neck. I wasn't getting out of this in any way so I figured I'd just hide my shame now and get it over with.

"Too bad." With that, Oliver easily nudged the bedroom door open and stepped into the hallway. To be frank, it was almost exactly like the walk of shame. We passed a few open bedroom doors, one occupied by Lee who just gave us an odd look. A blush arose on my cheeks and I looked away from him, back to hiding my head in Oli's shoulder.

He brought me to the stairs and stepped down them carefully, watching the curve of the staircase. Peering over his shoulder, I had a clear view of the large entryway, which Matt suddenly walked through. He saw us immediately, a smug grin enveloping his face.

"Well what do we have here?" He said, stopping in his tracks and putting his hands on his hips, raising his eyebrows and laughing. "A groom and his bride?"