Once Upon A Franta (A Connor Franta Smut)

Ch. 5) Nicola Has Arrived...

I sat up in a flash to see a horrified Nicola Franta standing in the doorway. The look on her face told me that we couldn't backpedal out of this mess.

"Well isn't this a fine kettle of fish. I come home to grab some extra clothes for when we go swimming this afternoon at High Rock Lake with Katie and I find you two gettin' down to business louder than Mamrie sings when she's hammered! I must say though, Steven, you have a good set of lungs..." she said as we tried to cover ourselves.

"When did you show up?" Connor asked with a note of annoyance in his voice. "About 10 minutes ago. I let myself in and was in the door maybe 30 seconds when I heard the first moans. After about a minute, I realized what was happening. I stayed in the den and went on down to my room after you started making enough noise to wake the neighbors", she snapped back. With that, she excused herself and left us to dress.

As Connor and I cleaned ourselves up and pulled our clothes on (which Nicola had piled by my door...), Nicola was on the phone with Katie. "Oh yeah, so I caught Steven and Connor...", she said, but before she finished, Connor threw a balled up piece of clothing (which may or may not have been my underwear...) at her. She then said (annoyed as hell, for the record), "Never mind...they were only playing poker and there was a LOT of money on the table. I don't approve". She gave Connor the evil eye as she stormed out the door and left to return to the lake.

"Well, that was fun", Connor said as the 4Runner squealed out of my driveway. "Like hell", I shot back as I locked the door.

Connor looked over. I looked back. He took me into his arms and gave me the softest, most delicate kiss imaginable. After we finished, he looked deep into my eyes. As I almost drowned in the seas of emerald (his eyes are SO pretty) he said "I love you so much...when we go home, I'm not going to even look at another guy". "Connor, you still have 4 weeks. Don't talk about leaving..." I responded quietly.

I laid my head on his shoulder and let him guide me to his room. We flopped down on the bed and I let myself doze off to the sound of his heartbeat through his chest.

Short, I know.....

But here it is. Sorry I took so long, marching band is life in the fall.

August-November....band = life