shawmila smut

sweet revenge

After an exhausting week of rushing to meet the deadlines for schoolwork, Shawn was overjoyed when Friday night finally came. The sleep he so desperately needed was finally within his clutches, his bed already calling out to him and promising a well-deserved rest.

And tomorrow, Camila will be there to visit him.

With those thoughts in mind, Shawn smiled as he slipped underneath the covers, the tiredness slowly draining away from his weary bones.

He closed his eyes and sighed happily, silently thanking the heavens above for the existence of weekends.

But just as he was about to slip away into dreamland, a muffled shout jolted him back into a state of awareness. Grumbling, he tossed over to the other side and closed his eyes again, but stopped short when he felt something banging against his wall from the other side.

Another muffled noise, but more distinct this time. Followed by more rhythmic banging sounds and loud, exaggerated moans and groans.

Shawn saw red. Of all the times his dorm neighbor had to fuck around, it just had to be now, didn’t it? In his rage, he muttered angrily about hoping that the guy wouldn’t last more than a minute. And that he couldn’t get his little friend up again after one round.

It was common knowledge that the walls of the dorm weren’t thick enough to silence annoying sex noises, which was why whenever Camila visited, they only had sex in the morning or the afternoon. Not in the middle of the damn night when everyone was supposed to be sleeping.

Apparently, his neighbor didn’t have that kind of courtesy.

It went on for at least half an hour, and all Shawn could do was stare at the ceiling while he waited for the noises to stop.

And when they did, he heaved an irritated sigh and attempted to go to sleep again.

Only to be interrupted again just a few minutes later. His neighbor was obnoxious as hell, or maybe Shawn was led to think that because he was pissed beyond words.  

But as he lay there, unable to sleep and exposed to hearing their stifled cries, he decided that they really were insufferable.

He wondered if he would be able to get any sleep like this.

-o-

No, Shawn barely got any sleep at all. So, when he clambered out of bed the next afternoon to open the door and invite Camila in, he was cranky and his hair was a mess from tossing and turning all night. It must have shown in his face, because Camila had a look of concern on her face when she caught wind of Shawn’s sour mood.

And Shawn was never in a bad mood when Camila came over to visit.

“Didn’t you get any sleep last night?” Camila asked worriedly, skimming the dark bags underneath Shawn’s eyes with the pad of her thumbs.

“I barely got any,” Shaqn replied dryly.

“Why? What happened?”

“Why don’t you ask my neighbor? It sure sounded like she had a wild time last night.”

Camila dropped her hands and frowned, making Shawn feel guilty. He didn’t mean to sound so terse with Camila, but the lack of sleep had really gotten to him. She knew it shouldn’t be an excuse for him to behave that way, especially not with the person who tried the hardest to understand him and put up with his mood swings.

Shawn sat down on the couch and pulled Camila down to sit on his lap, curling his arm around the brunette’s waist to secure her in place. “I’m sorry, Mila. I didn’t mean to sound so short with you…” he said sincerely.