Coming Down [G-Eazy]

Chapter XXXII

A/N: I kind of wanted to make this chapter a bit longer, but I also just really wanted to get an update done as well so this one isn't that long. However, I kind of know what I want to happen next, so maybe it won't be as long of a wait, haha. Also, there's vague sexual content in this because I didn't really feel like cutting out like two lines and posting it as a separate part. Thank you all for reading! This has recently hit over 80k and is #342 in fanfiction, which is awesome. I appreciate all of you and the support really means so much to me. x 

G pushed me up against his car, cupping my face in his hands. He pressed his lips against mine, and I couldn't help but laugh a bit into the kiss.

"What?" he mumbled. "What's so funny?"

"You," I was still laughing as he moved his mouth to my neck. "Always so classy, trying to get laid in a parking lot."

I felt him chuckle against my skin before he pulled away. "Worth a shot."

"G," I shook my head as he tried to kiss me again. "It's cold. Let's just go."

He rolled his eyes, unlocking the car before gesturing toward the back seat.

"You're fucking disgusting," I laughed, pushing him away as I walked around the car to get in the passenger's side.

He shrugged, smirking at me once we both got in. "Again, worth a shot."

I stared at him as he started the car. "Why the fuck am I even with you, honestly."

"Because you think I'm 'soo hot', remember?" he mimicked me in an over exaggerated tone, shaking my leg teasingly.

I pushed his hand away as he burst into laughter and pulled out of the parking lot. "Ha ha, you are hilarious."

"I'm just messing with you, Lena," he spoke, his gaze flickering from the road to me.

I shook my head, not saying anything.

We arrived at his apartment not long after, and he put the car in park before we got out. He put his arm around my waist as we headed toward the building.

"Why did you want to leave so early? I'm sorry for telling Marty about us. I don't want you to be mad at me," I spoke once we made it up to his apartment.

"Sweetheart," he chuckled, taking my face in his hands so I was looking up at him. "I'm not mad at all. Besides, now we can have our own party. That's why I wanted to leave. I already told you that."

I gave him a look as he winked at me. "How old are you again?"

He shrugged, leaning down to press his lips onto mine. "I think there's a bottle of whiskey around here somewhere, if you want," he mumbled against my lips, changing the subject. "And then we can fuck."

I rolled my eyes as I pulled away, trying to fight the smile forming on my face. What an idiot. "Right."

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About an hour later, we were sitting on his couch, the nearly empty bottle dangling between my fingers.

"Okay, now that we've done that," G spoke, referring to the whiskey. "We can fuck."

I laughed, setting the bottle down on the coffee table before climbing onto his lap. "Oh, can we?"

He chuckled with me, moving his hands under my shirt before sliding it off. "Don't tease me, Lena."

"I'm not," I smirked, kissing his neck before sinking my teeth in. I slowly moved my hips against his, knowing fully well that I was teasing him.

He gripped my hips tightly, groaning a bit. "Come on."

"You are so cute, G," I giggled, moving away so I could look at him.

He rolled his eyes. "Are you mocking me?"

I shook my head, trying not to laugh again. "No, I'm not."

He quickly threw me down onto the couch, taking me by surprise. He stared at me intently, making me want him even more.

I felt his hand move between us, and I groaned, closing my eyes. "G, please."

"What do you want, sweetheart? Tell me," he moved his other hand to my jaw, causing me to open my eyes.

"Mmmm," I moaned, grabbing his wrist as his grip loosened on me. "You."

He smirked, taking his hand out from between us, sliding his index and middle fingers into his mouth. "I think that can be arranged."

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I rested my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat return to a normal pace. He was running his fingers through my hair, and we just laid there in a comfortable silence for awhile.

I assumed he had passed out until I heard him speak: "I love you." It was practically inaudible, and I wasn't sure if I even heard him right.

I sat up abruptly so I could look at him. "What?"

He cleared his throat before repeating himself. "I said I love you."

I stared at him for a moment, not entirely sure what to say. "You're only saying that because you're drunk and you just came. Go to sleep."

He shook his head. "No, I'm not. I... I do love you, Lena."

I could feel my breath catch in my throat as I panicked about what I should say to him. Chances are, he probably wouldn't remember the conversation in the morning, but I still felt obligated to say something. It wasn't that I didn't feel the same— I was pretty sure at this point that I did love him— it just felt awkward saying it out loud.

"G, I-"

He cut me off, pulling me back to him so my head was on his chest again. "Don't. You don't have to say it, too. Wait til we're both sober."

"I-"

A slight chuckle fell from his lips as he pressed his lips against the top of my head, cutting me off for a second time. "Goodnight, Lena."