Shaforostop It (2015)

Chapter Fifteen - These Alpacas Are Lit

I crumpled up the lined pierce of paper full or drawings and doodles, and threw it to the garbage can beside my desk Kobe style. "Ball is life!" I cheered when it went in exactly. "Oh God I'm trash." I sighed happily. You would hardly hear me talking to myself over the music blaring from my surround sound speakers in my room. The Joker by New Years Day was playing, and I couldn't help but sing along to myself. I finally had a day to myself - no interviews, no Roger, no T.J., no Eric or Cameron drama. Well as far as T.J. and Roger went, they were staying my house, so I couldn't really get away from them, but they left me alone. I continued to doodle. "Leda!" I looked at the door to see Kyle standing there with the home phone in his hand. I paused the music with the small grey remote to my left.

"What? I'm busy." I sighed. Kyle smirked and put the phone back to his ear.

"Sorry Denis, she's too busy doodling hearts around you name-" I crawled off my bed and ran to Kyle with the speed of a cheetah.

"Give it." He laughed loudly and handed me the phone, walking away. "Hi Kyle's crazy I'm not what's up?" I sat back down on my bed and pressed the button above my night stand to close the space-shit door. Denis laughed.

"Sure about that?"

"Not entirely." I smiled. "So what's up?"

"Are you busy?"

"I was just sing-screaming to myself and drawing pictures of alpacas, but it can be rescheduled depending on your offer" I heard him smile, and was almost surprised when light didn't shine through the phone.

"Come over?"

"I don't know, man. These alpacas are getting pretty good."

"I have a surprise."

"I'll be there in ten." He laughed and I smiled at the sound.

"Wear something nice."

"Okay. I Love you."

"I love you too." I hung up and pushed all the stuff off my bed and onto the floor, then kicked it under my bed for later use. Whilst everything else in my house generally looked pretty clean, my bedroom was a shitshow. Under my bed was the worst part. I walked into my closet and paused in thought. Nice? Nice is so vague. Cute? Sweet? Sexy? Parent friendly? X rated? Elegant? Casual? I walk out of my bedroom and screamed.

"T.J.!"

"Hold on," I heard some girls giggling as T.J. stood at the bottle of the stairs. "Yes?"

"Tell me you didn't bring girls to my house?"

"Of course I did." He started up the stairs and followed me into my room again. "It's twins, Leda. Twins." I sat on the chair in my closet. There were two floor to ceiling wardrobe built-ins on either side, a table with jewellery stands on top and shoe racks on either end, and a big leather chair in the corner. The door was in the centre of the wall, and had no actual door, and straight across from it was a mirror that covered the entire back wall of the small room.

"What?" T.J stood at the entrance.

"Outfit."

"Occasion?" He started looking around instantly, not particularly excited to be helping me at the moment, but I knew that he would no matter what simply because he loved what he did - and he was staying in my house, so he sort of had to do whatever I wanted him to.

"Don't know. Denis just said 'wear something nice'." I couldn't do his accent for the life of me, but that didn't mean I didn't try. At least I never went full Russian like Ben.

"No context? Place?"

"His house?"

"Are you going out later?" I shrugged again. "Oh hell boys are so dumb." I laughed. He continued looking for another few minutes before pulling out a dress, and putting it back before even showing me. "Why don't you wear colour?" He groaned. "You look so good in blue."

"I should be there already, T.J. Hurry the fuck up."

"Fine." He threw me a select handful of clothes and walked away. I sighed and changed before looking in the mirror behind me. A black skater skirt with realistic hearts on it (Drop Dead) a black cropped high neck tank top, and a waist length leather jacket with silver pointed studs on the right shoulder. Oh fuck yes. Another success by T.J. I looked for a pair of shoes and decided on my 4" platform lo-top Vans. I grabbed my keys and got in the car, driving to Denis's house. Before I even knocked he opened the door and pulled me inside, scaring me.

"Holy shit," I laughed. He grabbed me and pulled me inside, slamming the door. He took me by the end and pulled me upstairs into his room, once again slamming the door. "Denis what are you-" He crashed his lips to mine and pushed me up against the wall. He slid my jacket off to the floor as he kissed down my neck. I just went with it, glad I wore cute underwear just in case. I pulled off his jacket and his shirt as he pressed his whole body against mine, sliding his hand into my panties. His skin warmed every part of me it touched. I let out a small moan as he kissed and sucked at my sweet spot, slowly teasing my clit, soaking my black lace thong. Denis pulled my skirt off roughly and I heard something tear, but I tried desperately not to worry on whether or not he fucked up my favourite skirt. I moved my hands to the back of his neck as he kissed his was back up my neck to my lips. Denis pulled my shirt up and we parted for seconds to get it over my head, before he discarded it to the floor with my likely ripped skirt. I moved my fingers down his perfect tattooed chest to his jeans, and undid them, sliding them down his long legs. He picked me up by my hips and I wrapped my legs around his hips, feeling his hard member between us. He carried me quickly to the bed and lay me down with him on top of me. He physically ripped my panties off my body and threw them to the floor. "I swear to god Denis," I said between kisses.

"I'll by you a million more pairs now shut up and fuck me." I couldn't help but smile. The warm light of the lamp on his bed side table mad his smile that much sweeter. My whole body was buzzy with the electric feeling I always seemed to get with him. I moved my hands and pulled down his boxers. Without warning he thrust into me and I winced slightly in pain. "Okay?" Denis pulled away.

"Mhmm." I nodded. As he thrust deeper into me the pain soon subsided to insurmountable pleasure. A moan escaped my lips as he began to move in and out of me. He kissed down my neck and I dug my nails into his back. He moaned into my skin, his hot breath on me only that much more exciting. I arched my back as Denis cupped my chest with one hand, supporting himself with the other. I bit my lip to suppress a moan, but gave up and let it out anyway. I felt my walls close around him as I reached my climax. "Fuck, Denis,"

"I'm gonna,"

"Me too." I breathed.

"Okay, one, two three," We both came at the same time and I felt him explode inside of me. He collapsed to my side, half on me and half of the white duvet. "Fucking hell." He breathed and laughed slightly. He kissed me and rolled over, pulling me close. "I love you."

"I love you too." I smiled. "Is that what I was supposed to 'wear something nice' for?"

"Fuck." Denis sat up quickly.

"What? What's wrong?"

"Get dressed. We're very late." He stood out of bed and started pulling his jeans back on.

"Late for what?" I laughed slightly.

"Ben's house. For Dinner. That's where we were going."

"Oh hell." I rolled my eyes. I got up and dressed quickly. "Where's my underwear?" Denis held up the torn fabric with a small smirk. "Damn. What now?"

"Don't you have any here?"

"No." I sighed. "I brought all my shit home to do laundry and sort my shit out. What the fuck am I going to do?"

"Just don't wear any?" Denis grabbed my butt as I walked into the bathroom attached to the bedroom.

"That's weird?"

"Why?"

"Because it is." In front of my idols? No way. But what other choice do I have? I put my hair up in a sleek pony tail and sighed. "But now you've left me with no choice haven't you?" He winked at my while fixing his own hair.

"Exactly. Now come on," He grabbed my hand tightly yet again and pulled me down the stairs and out of the house. "We were late before you even got here."