Apartment 311 ✧NovaHD✧

.17. fourth of july

*(a/n i wanted to have fourth of july by fob for this chapter, but it's restricted bc stupid rights and shit, so have this instead)*

I held the giant bowls in my arms as I shut the door with my foot. "Why am I carrying everything?" I grumbled.

"I cooked. You get to carry." James stated, opening the gate to the backyard. I followed after him.

"Can you at least shut the gate, dickhead?" I huffed. I walked passed him, setting the bowls on one of the large plastic tables. A decent sized grill was set up, lined with hot dogs and burgers. Buns, toppings, and condiments of all sorts were set up along one decent sized rectangular table. Another table had all variations of food. Fruit, salad, chips, anything you could want. A stereo was set up, blasting music loud enough for several noise complaints.

"I haven't even been here five minutes and this is already the best cook out I've ever been to." I said to Jordan, who was manning the grill.

Jordan smiled, flipping the burgers. "Yeah, get togethers are just kinda my thing, I guess."

"How ever did you get so perfect? Why am I even with James?" I joked as James walked up, making sure he heard it. Jordan laughed, understanding the joke.

James widened his eyes. "Excuse me??" He piped, following the joke.

I smirked, kissing his cheek. "Just kidding, the towels in your apartment are way softer than the ones Jordan has. Plus, you live right next to me. It's all rather convenient."

"I can buy new towels, if you'd like." Jordan winked.

I chuckled, grabbing a plastic fork and picking a finished hot dog off the grill, placing it into a bun. "Yeah, that'd be good. Maybe James can hook you up with his towel dealer."

"Hey, I put my sweat, blood, and tears into those towels. Those are handcrafted with only the finest of materials." James claimed.

"Wow, why don't you talk as passionately about me as you do your Walmart bought towels?" I muffled through the food in my mouth.

"Oh, trust me, he does." Jordan added, placing the hot dogs and burgers on plates for people to choose.

James' cheeks lightly flushed red as he made himself a burger. He took a big bite, shrugging his shoulders. "What can I say? You're too good to not brag about."

"I like us better when we're wasted! It makes it easier to say-ay-ay-ay it!" Joe sang loudly to the song, carrying a few beers. He handed me and James one before cracking one open for himself.

I smirked, opening and sipping the beer. "Yeah, no getting wasted for me tonight. Bunch of drunk guys handling fireworks would not be very safe."

"Oh, Aleksandr, since when were you all about safety?" James chortled.

I rolled my eyes, flipping him off. "I'll drive your drunk ass home, too."

He lightly punched my shoulder as he walked by, grabbing my empty plate and throwing it away with his. "Nah, I won't get too drunk tonight either. I don't need alcohol to have a good time with you." James said so only I could hear. It was a nice thing to say. I could tell he didn't mean anything sexual from it. It was just a genuine, sweet statement.

"You're too good for me." I hummed, lightly kissing his cheek.

He shook his head, waving his head. "Vice versa."

"Sheesh, get a room you two." Dan joked, getting himself a plate for food.

"Maybe we will." James suggested, pulling me into a kiss.

I laughed, leaning away. "Don't make our friends need to bleach their eyes."

James chuckled, holding my hand in his. "We're cute as fuck. They're just jealous."

I leaned against him, staring up at the setting sun. I tilted my head to look at him.

"What?" He asked quietly, turning his head towards me as well.

I shook my head. "Nothin'. I just like looking at you. Got a problem with that?" I teased.

"Of course not." He replied, softly pecking a kiss on my lips.

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The sounds of exploding fireworks and shouting could be heard outside. I leaned my head back as James roughly kissed my neck and traveled his hands along my bare sides.

"I like your tattoos." James breathed out.

I turned us around, pressing James against the wall as I slipped his shirt off. "Is Jordan's bathroom the best place to be doing this?" I asked with a chuckle, running my hand down his chest. He shrugged, turning his head to the side to allow me access to his sweet spot. I sucked on the spot on his neck, giving him another hickey. I rubbed at his inner thigh, teasingly dragging my hand up an inch or so before bringing it back down.

James' chest rose and fell heavily with his deep breaths. I lightly began to palm him through his jeans. He parted his lips, allowing his eyes to shut. I unbuttoned his jeans, slipping my hand into his boxers and grabbing his warm member.

"Ah, fuck, your hand is so cold." James huffed.

I smirked, placing my lips next to his. "I'm sorry, should I stop?"

He shook his head no, slightly jerking his hips forward.

"Hmm, I don't know. Maybe I should." I teasingly ran a finger along his length. "You were teasing yesterday. 'I don't know if you deserve the satisfaction.'" I repeated his words.

"Aleks.." He whined. I felt him twitch.

I smirked, slowly moving my hand. "It is a holiday, so maybe I'll be nice." I hummed. James slid his pants and boxers to his knees, giving me easier access as I sped up my strokes. I could easily hear James' heavy breaths and quiet moans over the loud sounds outdoors as it was my main focus.

I sat on my knees, for both the benefit of less mess to clean and more pleasure for my boyfriend. He slid his hand into my hair as I dragged my tongue first around his tip, then along the length. I took him into my mouth, grabbing at his inner thighs and squeezing at them lightly. He instinctively thrusted into my mouth, causing me to gag. I held his hips back, continuing my work. I could tell he was drawing near as his grip on my hair tightened.

"Mh, Aleks... I'm.." He tossed his head back, the breath getting caught in his throat as he reached his peak. My ears picked up the fireworks again as the long breath left his mouth, followed by the moan of my name. He leaned against the wall as I stood up and spit into the sink, grabbing the conveniently placed mouthwash bottle. James tugged his pants back up, buttoning them before wiping the sweat off his forehead.

"Well, that was enjoyable. We should do it again soon." James smirked.

I spat the minty mouthwash into the sink. "Yeah, next time it's your turn."

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