Sugar

ch 13 ♡

"Oh man I guess we better get back downstairs.." 

Bladee sighs reluctantly in response, he stretches out on the bed before getting up. I stay lying blissfully as I watch him getting dressed. "Should we go down together? Or should I wait for a bit?" 

He pauses Midway through buttoning his shirt, considering the question. "No. I want everyone to see us come down together." I blush, nervous, "You sure?" He smiles his tone gentle but stern, "Yes. I'm sure. C'mere." I shuffle over and he wraps his arms around me, pulling me close.

We head back downstairs to the party, I see a tall figure weaving through the crowd and calling out to Benjamin, it's Gud, he's happy to see him.  They dap each other up, "Hey man, congratulations! This is great!" 

Ecco pops out from behind Gud, looking us up and down with his eyes narrowed. "Ah, you're back, we can put Serenade on now." Ecco leans in, speaking to Bladee in a hushed voice, "Bit of a cliche but, your fly is undone.." He blushes as he does his best to act casual and quickly fix it, "Thanks." 

The project is put on over the speakers, its the polar opposite to his last release, cold visions; soft, glittery, vulnerable. The lyrics almost reminiscent of Eversince as Bladee describes love as a sort of torture that he's willing to endure. I might need to bring that up at some point. 

I turn to him so that our shoulders brush, "This is wonderful, I like it a lot." "He smiles, bowing his head, "Thank you."

A few hours pass before most of the guests pile out and there's only a handful of close friends left, who are sitting around smoking, chatting and freestying over beats in the living room.

 Benjamin takes a seat on the couch, pulling me into his lap and wrapping his arms around me. His fingers find their way into my hair, absently playing with the strands as he chats with the guys. I nestle my face in the crook of his neck, tired and blissed out. 

"Oh, yeah..." I turn to Ecco, "What the hell did you give me?" His eyes light up with amusement before he answers, "MDMA..." I chuckle, shaking my head, "Yeah, makes sense." 

I feel Benjamin's hand grip my thigh, "How are you feeling?" I place my hand over his, "Really good." 

His breath catches and he readjusts his hips beneath me, I can't help but smirk knowing it's this fucking easy to turn him on right now. I uncross my legs and lean my head back against his shoulder, so he can see down my shirt. 

His fingers dig into my thigh harder to the point it almost hurts. I pretend to get comfy, 'accidentally' grinding against him until I feel him get hard, at which point I whip around to face him with an innocent smile. "I'm gonna go grab some water, you want anything?" 

His cheeks turn bright red, realizing me getting off his lap will leave him exposed. "It's fine I'll get it!" he springs up and quickly shuffles out of the room, returning a few minutes later with a glass of water and an embarrassed yet playful look on his face. 

"You are in for it." he mutters, shaking his head and grinning as he puts the water in front of me and sits beside me.

It's not too much longer before Benji decides it's late and we should be heading off. He says goodbye to everyone and they all congratulate him on the album once again. He hits the keys to his white Mercedes and opens the passenger door for me, 

"Are you good to drive?" I ask, genuinely concerned. He chuckles to himself, "Yes." 

As he drives he takes my hand under his and places it on the gear stick as he shifts. "I probably should have guessed.." He starts. "Hm?" he smirks, glancing at me for a second, "You're a brat."