Punk Louis Series

"You Sleep With Someone Else"

The worst part about going back to your other life was having to work. It had been almost two months since you had walked out of Louis' mansion and returned to apartment living with your best friend. She had paid the rent by herself since your return and that left you with a deep guilt every month. She had repeatedly told you she didn't mind, that she understood going back to work after almost a year and a half was difficult. The guilt still surpassed any compassion she showed you so here you stand in the same football shop that you and Louis had spent so much time in before he had asked you to quit and move in. "Are you okay?" Your coworker asked. You turn to him and nod. The night shift had just started and you were already uneasy. "Glad your back, it wasn't the same without you," he continues. "Yeah right," you scoff in return. "I'm not joking! It was awful without you. None of us had fun. Dan and I just sat around all day twiddling our thumbs."
"You're a little shit you know that," you say, smacking his arm. He pulls his arm in and fakes injury. "I'm just saying, glad you're back."
"Whatever you say." You roll your eyes and walk over to the counter, hopping up beside the register. "Going to be a slow day Ian. No one is coming out in this rain," you acknowledge. He walks behind the counter, leaning over it so his crossed arms are by your side. "I do believe you are correct."
"Is there anything to do besides sit around all night?" The boredom would eventually get to you, so you wanted to take precautions and keep your mind busy so it didn't have a chance to wander. "We can check the stock room but I think they put everything from the truck up first shift." The two of you leave the empty store front and head back beyond the swinging door to the stock room. "Yeah there's nothing back here," Ian says looking at the fully stocked shelves. You sigh and sit down in the floor, leaning up against the shelves. Ian joins you, leaving only a small amount of space between your hip and his. "Are you sure you're okay?" He questions once more noticing your mood change. You turn to him, your eyes locking on his. You had never noticed how gorgeously green his eyes were. You lean your head down on his shoulder and he scoots in closer, bringing his arm around your waist. "Are you thinking about him?" He asks. You nod slowly, your head still against his shoulder. "Well stop."
"That's easier said than done."
"I can make you stop," he reveals. "How?" You question. He says nothing more as he pulls his shoulder away, moving your face with his fingers so that you are looking directly at him. His lips tightly press against your's with no protest from you. It had been almost three months since you had any kind of passion of any kind which left you with little control of your actions. You pull from him, but only long enough to straddle his waist, your arms latching around his neck. His arm wraps around your waist as he stands to his feet, your legs wrapping around hips. Your lips leave one another's only to remove shirts. You step out of your shorts and he out of his work pants but your bodies quickly find their way back against each other. Your thoughts are full of lust as he does his best to keep it that way. He lies you back down on the cold floor, your back shivering at the touch. His face stays only inches away from your's, leaving small kisses on your jaw and neck as he continues to clear your mind of worries. Oxygen is hard to come by in the stock room as you find yourself gasping with almost every thrust. "Ian!" You moan breathlessly. He collapses beside of you, continuing to leave kisses along your body while the two of you cool off. You roll over to face him, not even feeling the need to redress. You press your lips against his chest and slowly make your way down his abdomen leaving a continuous trail of kisses before retracing them with more on the way back up finally ending with his lips. "Guess we need to thank the rain," he whispers in your ear. You laugh and kiss him before sitting up, looking around the stock room to find all of the pieces of your work outfit.