Butterflies (Chris Evans) 18+

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My head is a little wobbly as I wake the next morning, turning my head to find Chris asleep next to me, both of us fully clothed - however it doesn't stop me from remembering how far it almost could have gone. Well, until we both knew it shouldn't just yet. Not until some things are sorted.

I sit up and look at my phone. 5 missed calls from her already.

"How do you solve a problem like Maria eh?" I hear Chris say as he sits up and puts his arms around my waist, resting his chin on my shoulder. "Why's she calling at this time?"

"Fuck knows". I sigh, "Probably about press for next week and stuff".

He takes the phone from my hands and and chucks it down the end of the bed, then pulling me back down. "Well she's gonna have to wait", he rolls me under him and then sinks his mouth down onto mine.

His hands slip under the waistband of my PJ shorts and down between my legs. Two of his fingers now push my underwear aside and slip inside of me. "I think you're wetter for me this morning than you were last night..."

Already I can feel how hard he's becoming against me, and now one of my own hands begins to cup him through his pants.

His fingers speed up, kisses become more hungry, and now my head is spinning more from the orgasm i'm about to recieve...

Until there's a knock at the door.

Bollocks.

"Camden? Is Chris in there?" It's Scott. We both stop and sigh, the mood now gone. "I just wanna know that you haven't killed him".

"He's the one who will be in a minute". Chris mutters through gritted teeth, and then he gets up - going over to the door and throwing it open.

I hear Scott go "Woah, could you sort your friend down there out" before he walks in and looks at me. "I called it - Steve owes me".

"You called nothing, we didn't sleep together". I roll my eyes and sit up. "You look like shit by the way".

"I drank my way through the cocktail menu, then drunk me decided to book another getaway to Joshua Tree again".

"Drunk you is more in control of making better choices than drunk me". I chuckle, knowing that I'd probably order ransom shit from Amazon. I get up and walk out into the main area of the suite, picking up the menu. "And considering we ditched you guys last night, do you wanna have breakfast together before we leave?"

Chris checks his watch. "I need to head off and catch my flight in an hour or so, but you guys go ahead".

"I'll update you on the Maria situation once I've kicked her arse to the curb". I tell him as Scott now looks confused at us both. "My publicist fucked us over when she took control of my phone and didn't pass on Chris's messages and calls to me. Instead she deleted them and is getting fired today".

"Oooooh drama! Can I listen in when you do?" He grins evilly as Steve walks in, then practically singing "guess who's firing her publicist todaaaaay!"

For fuck sake.

Steve just grins. "Wow, what did Maria do?", the pair then launching into 'How Do You Solve A Problem Like Maria'.

"I wish I'd never said anything". I say to Chris who is just rolling his eyes.

"Already made that joke this morning guys".

Scott snorts. "Amongst other things ...so are you guys gonna give things a try or not? Shitty publicist or no shitty publicist".

Chris stares at him. "Could you at least give Cam a chance to kick her to the curb before you ask us that?" Then he looks at me. "I mean...I know you've got the premiere back home next week, but if you've got some time off soon then..."

I nod. "I'd like that".

There's silence as we both look at one another before Scott clears his throat. "So er...we got more cock than tails last night?" Practically asking us both.

"Oh it was tails, totally tails". I smirk and pass him the menu. "Choose your breakfast then come help me find an outfit to avoid the press when walking out of here".

Chris pulls off his hoodie and cap and chucks them to me. "Wear these - guessing you didn't pack pap attire".

The hoodie smells like him...

I put the hoodie (which is waaaaay too big on me and more like a dress) and cap on. "Somehow I don't think..." , but I trail off as he's staring before he ruffles his hat hair up and just nods.

"Yeah you're keeping those..."

More like he wants to rip them from me and just take me in front of his brother. At this point I couldn't care less if he did.

"I should get going but I'll talk to you soon I guess". He says as he goes to kiss me on the cheek but then falters as Scott is watching.

"Don't stop on my account". The younger Evans shrugs.

I just hug Chris and tell him I'll call - and this time I most certainly will after the complete shit show that was the last year.

"I'll be waiting for it". He says, and says goodbye to Scott and Steve before going back to their suite to get his things.

I turn and see Scott watching me. "Fine, you can listen when I call Maria"

"I mean, that's gonna be fun but I was more focused on your and my brother".

I purse my lips and now feel a little embarrassed as I admit the next part. "I really like him..."

Scott smirks. "I think I got that when you guys were all but eye fucking one another on set last year - hey, I'm happy for you Cam. You know I would be if it went further".

He now passes my phone to me as he and Steve look on with amusement. "Now, fire that bitch".