Just benefits?

Twenty

"Honey I'm home!" Is the first thing I hear after taking a small nap on the couch, my feet resting on Clay's lap as he watches television. I immediately woke up after hearing my brother's voice for the first time in days.

I jump off the couch, getting slightly lightheaded and I lost my vision for a few seconds, but I quickly shook off those feelings and jumped into my brother's arms. He chuckles as he hugs me "I missed you too." I will probably never say it out loud, but I really did miss my brother. He has always been my best friend and always will be.

I pull out of the hug and make room for Clay to hug him, which he does. "Welcome back, how was Karls?" Clay asks as he pulls out of the hug. Instantly a huge smile broke out on my brother's face. "Great! He taught me some new tricks on his skateboard and I can't wait to show you guys!"

I smile with adoration, him and his stupid skateboard. "So, did anything new happen while I was away with you guys?" I immediately freeze. There's no way he knows, does he? Luckily Clay answers, sounding confident. "Nah man, nothing has really happened. Just some quality time and more getting to know each other with Cora."

Yeah, some quality time that was. My brother looks at me and I just smile and nod, showing what he said is true. "Well that's cool too. I'm gonna go shower and head to bed, I'm beat." "Alright, love you!" I speak out and a smile graces his face. "Love you too." He says then walks past Clay and me.

As soon as he is out of ear shot I elbow Clay in his ribs. "'Quality time' my ass." I say and he just chuckles. "In my defense, it was quality time to a certain extent and yes, you do have a very nice ass."

My jaw drops. This little-

I elbow him again and he breaks out into his iconic laugh. God, just another thing of his I could listen to for hours. There are many things that I admire about Clay, one being his laugh. I also love how he is with his fans, along with how he is with his friends and me. This man could just do no wrong in my eyes.

"What's going on in that pretty little head of yours?" He asks and I snap out of my thoughts. "Nothing." I answer simply and walk to the couch, resuming whatever show Clay was watching before my brother's arrival.

He stays there still for a moment before plopping down on the couch next to me. I hear him let out a sigh but I keep my attention on the tv. Then he sighs again, slightly louder. Then again, even louder.

"What?" I snap and look over at him to find him already looking at me, a pout evident in his features. "You're too far." he states like it is the simplest thing on earth. God, when did this man become so clingy?

"No." I say and turn my attention away from him and back on the tv. "No cuddles." He just groans out of annoyance and frustration. "Why not?" he asks, clearly still pouting. "If my brother comes back down then that is gonna be one hell of an adventure we're gonna have to go through."

It's true. If my brother were to come down the stairs then we are in for one hell of a lecture and questioning as to why we were cuddling. Something I'd rather not have to go through.

"He is tired, he won't be coming back down here for at least two hours. Come on, please?" I make the mistake of looking over at him and instantly see his green puppy dog eyes. Something I can't resist.

"Fine." I say and his whole demeanor changes from pouty and sad to happy and excited. With zero warning and no hesitation he reaches over and grabs me, pulling me closer to him. And by closer to him, I mean basically on top of him.

We stay like that cuddled together watching TV for a few hours (i think?) before my eyes start to feel heavy again. Maybe it's just because I'm becoming too comfortable around Clay but whenever we are cuddled like this I always get tired which was fine when my brother wasn't in the house, but now he is so I can't fall asleep like this.

I start to move back to my room to take (yet another) nap when Clay's arms tighten around me, keeping me where I am. "Where are you going?" He whines out, holding out the 'going' in the sentence.

"I'm getting sleepy so I'm going to my room." I explain and try to move again but to no avail. "Nooooo, please stay. You can sleep here!" "No I can't, if we both fall asleep and my brother comes down then we are going to be in deep shit." I explain again and try again to move, this time his grip loosens so I can get up.

"Fine." He pouts but I avoid looking at him and head up to my room, get in bed and fall asleep

I'm so sorry for the wait for a shitty chapter. Smut in the next chapter I promise.