At Least A Million More

Chapter 2

(Noah)

"Mom, can we order pizza?" I ask as I pull my phone out, already dialing the number.

"Why even ask when I know your already calling?" She yells back from upstairs. "I don't care, I'm going to sleep anyway."

"You already ate?" I ask, waiting for the person to pick up.

"After you two left. Goodnight boys! Love you!" I knew she'd be out like a light so I don't say anything back.

"I'd like two large pepperoni pizzas. Hey Kate! Yeah this is Noah, yeah, so you know where to deliver it? Good! See ya at school!" I say, hanging up.

"I didn't know Kate worked at Pizza Hut." Trent says, walking up the stairs.

"Well that's strange considering she's always the one to deliver it." I snort, turning my phone off and putting it in my pocket.

"Eh, I don't pay attention." Trent never asked about the little Oliver incident in the kitchen. Speaking of Oliver, where is he?

"Where you going?" I ask as Trent gets to the second floor.

"I'm taking a shower." Trent says, closing the door to his room. Great, his showers usually last thirty minutes! Now I'm all alone with Oliver, and I don't even know where he is!

"Thinking of me?" Oliver smirks, sitting down on the couch.

"Nope." I say, popping the "p" and walking into the kitchen.

"How about a kiss pretty boy?" Oliver asks, cornering me between the fridge and the wall.

"How many times do I have to tell you I'm not gay for you to understand?" I ask, trying to push him away. Damn bitch won't budge!

"At least a million more." He whispers, pressing his lips to mine softly, then trailing kisses across my jawline, down my neck.

"Oliver s-stop!" I groan as he bites my neck.

"You don't really want me to." He says softly, licking my neck where he bit me.

"I think I do." I gasp as he undoes my belt.

"Then push me away, and I'll leave you alone." Oliver says, taking my belt off. I try to push him off but I'm already too weak.

"Thought so." He smirks, grabbing my hips and pulling me closer.

"Hey guys, I forgo-" Trent stopped, standing there in his boxers, mouth open, eyes trained on my situation. "Why is it every time I come around you two, something gay is happening?!"

"Trent! I'm not gay! You of all people should know that!" I say desperately, trying to push Oliver away. "Move your fatass!"

"I do know you're not gay. It's just- it's just you seem to be acting weird lately." Trent says hesitantly.

"What do you mean weird?" I ask, giving up on trying to push Oliver away. Dudes like a brick wall.

"A little girly, scared of stupid things, and a lot more random. . ."

"The random part isn't even relevant!" I say, leaning back. My phone vibrated in my pocket, which was right in between Oliver's and I's no no area, causing us both to groan.

"Ok, that was just gross." Trent says, covering his eyes.

"I thought I turned my phone off." I mutter, reaching into my pocket, grabbing my phone, accidentally rubbing Oliver's little man. He has a sexy groan. Ew! I just called a noise Oliver makes sexy! Sickness! "Well that's stupid!" I yell, pulling out of Oliver's grasp.