My phone is ringing.
Ringing. Ringing.
I squeeze my eyes shut to try and will it away.
Even with the blanket over my ears it doesn't cease. If anything, it appears to be getting louder. More annoying. I squeeze my features tighter, a groan falling from my lips.
"What?"
My eyes shoot open.
Noah's icy voice slices through the sheets beneath me, practically tearing them to shreds. It douses me in cold water and announces a sudden splitting headache I wasn't aware I had.
Despite his hostile wake up call I welcome the soft hand that appears at my back, nails gently moving up and down in rhythmic lines. I push my foot back to press it against his leg and try to welcome sleep once more.
"No."
I hear it then, the mumbling from the other end of a phone. A man's voice - something about work. Noah doesn't say anything for a while, just lets him go on and on.
Then, "I'm not even fucking listening to you, Matt."
My eyes open once more.
I squint at the light pouring into the room, reflecting off the milky cream walls and bouncing across every piece of furniture littered along the walls. It's surprisingly warm despite the house being so big, as if the heating has been on for endless days.
It registers in my head that Noah, who is in bed next to me whilst I'm naked, is on the phone to my brother. My brother who is currently in this house somewhere, awake and alert and unaware of two of us sleeping in the same bed.
"I literally don't care," he grumbles. "Fuck off."
I crumple myself into the sheets.
When I'm finally folded and tucked in every which way, Noah appears behind me, pressed against my back. Matt's tinny voice echoes from the phone against his ear as Noah's lips press to the back of my head.
His arm stretches around me, pulling me into him.
I shuffle back so that every part of us touches.
"-morning she tried to fuckin' suck me off before I'd even gone for a piss, mate. There was lipstick all over her teeth and her breath was," Matt makes a faux vomit sound. "Ugh - uck. Gross. If she thinks I'm going to cancel my fuckbuddy date with Jeanette tonight she can fucking do one."
Noah sighs against the back of my head.
If I ever hear my brother talk to his friends like this again it'll be too soon.
"Seriously, I don't fucking care."
His hand travels from my navel to my breast in one swift motion, squeezing gently. I let out a shaky breath and tilt my head back towards him. He kisses the top of my head.
"Are you getting ready?" Matt asks through the phone. "I need to go to work."
"Call out sick."
"Are you being serious right now?"
"Uh huh."
He presses his hips into me, arm tightening so that I melt into the shape of his body.
"Noah-" Matt again, cutting through the two of us.
"I'm too hungover. Call out sick or walk."
He must end the call because I hear his phone clatter onto the bedside table. I expect it to ring again, deafening the two of us; especially because I know from personal experience how annoying Matt can be when he wants something. We always had to share. Anything I had he wanted.
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My Brothers Best Friend [18+]
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