Friends: Surprise

Part 6

Holy shit!
Oh it felt so fucking good!

You’re gasping — ending on a groan as you grind your hips down onto his, feeling him inside of you, your body pulsing and aching almost everywhere. Your hands are clasped in his, your palms slick and slipping against the other as you ride him, his eyes closed as he enjoys the feel of you on top of him, doing all the work for once.
He never let’s you be on top long, so you’re enjoying it while it lasts.
You tighten your fingers in his as you lean forward, getting a better angle that let’s him go deeper, hit that spot that sends fire erupting and crawling through your veins, and your hoarse groans fill the air. One hand leaves yours, going to clench around your ass, leaving yours to grasp feebly at the tangled sheets.
His hand forces you to move, the sound of your fucking filling your ears and nothing else.
Oh holy shit —.
“I’m gonna cum!” You gasp, your breasts bouncing, a sheen of sweat covering the supple and marked mounds as your body keeps up a rough pace with his. “Chris, I —!”
You don’t get to finish.
Your orgasm hits you hard, and you cry out, your nails raking against the sheets as your muscles clench around him, forcing a rough curse out of him as his hips pound upward into yours through it, making your orgasm even better until you’re almost collapsing on top of him, whimpering.
“Don’t give up on me now,” he breathes, reaching up to brush the sweaty hair out of your eyes.
This was the third time tonight you’d decided to have sex.
You’re not sure why, but every time you’d turned around he’d been jumping your bones.
At least this time you’d made it to the actual bed.
And not the coffee table.
Or the kitchen counter.
Oh god the kitchen counter — Chris knew exactly where to eat!
You feel him finally release with a groan, and you collapse on top of him in relief, your cheek pressing against his chest, feeling the hammering is his heart equal to your own.
Fuck!
How the hell could it still be so good after all this time!?
You feel his hand curl into the back of your tangled mess of hair, your body still quivering on top of his.
You’re panting, your chest heaving, and you don’t even think about moving.
Chris had made a mess of you tonight.
Your breasts and thighs are both covered in his love bites, your hips and ass probably had fingerprints all over them.
Of course, you had used your tongue on him, doing the thing that always set him off, and it was probably what had started the entire situation. 
Not that you’re complaining.
You sigh as you finally roll off him and onto your back, both of you breathing hard and not immediately able to speak.
Fuck, Chris thinks, rolling his head in your direction. He wasn’t sure how you managed to make sex so fucking amazing, but you did. He couldn’t think of one time that you’d been disappointing, and he made sure the two of you were together very frequently. 
He’s not sure how he’ll survive tour now.
He reaches over, curling your damp fingers through his, liking the way your chest was moving.
He can’t wait to marry you.
Make an honest woman out of you.
He chuckles at the thought; you’d probably hit him if he ever said that to you.
“What’s so funny?” you manage, looking over at him curiously.
“Nothing,” he murmurs, rolling over onto his side and pulling you to him. He quickly kisses your swollen lips before you can say anything else, and you sigh against them, returning his kiss contentedly.
Chris had no idea how much you loved him.
Usually your sex was rough and spontaneous, but you think you enjoy the slow moments the best, when you’re making love to each other rather then just fucking; there was a difference.
Those are your favorite.
You curl up to him, your arm wrapping around his waist despite you were still burning up, and you nuzzle your face against his bare chest tiredly.
“I love you,” you mumble thoughtlessly, and you feel rather then see him smile.
“I know you do.”
~~~~
You’re worried.
Very, very worried.
You chew your lip as you watch Chris text on his phone like his fingers were on fire. He’d been doing that all day, sitting facing you, making sure you couldn’t see his phone or who he was talking too.
He was never like that.
And he was being especially careful to bring it everywhere with him, not leave it unattended or where you might have to answer a call; generally he sort of lost it around his apartment and you were then one having to find it.
You twist your braid anxiously.
What was going on?
Was Chris really going to propose?
Or was he talking to someone else and going to dump you?
You want to ask who he’s talking to so badly it’s gnawing at you.
But you don’t want to be one of those girlfriends.
You trust Chris inexplicably.
Most of the time.
But not right now.
Who the fuck was he talking too!?
Ugh.
You glance at your phone as it goes off, and you sigh as you see your sisters name.
God you have to answer don’t you?
Ugh, you do.
“Hey,” you sigh, propping your arms on the counter, rubbing your face with one hand. 
“Um, hey. You busy?” 
“No. What’s up?” you glance at Chris, but he’s not paying you any attention. You cross your legs where you sit on the bar stool, more and more irritated. 
Who the hell was he talking too!?
“So, I’m supposed to come up in a couple weeks to intern, right? Like that’s still a thing?”
“Of course. I have a spare room.”
“So you’re not living with Chris then?”
“No, you know I’m not. I have my own apartment for a reason.”
Chris eyes flick to you, but you pretend not to notice.
“Oh good.” Sydney sounds relieved. “I was afraid I was gonna have to stay with him and listen to you guys screw.”
You chuckle. “There’s no worries. we’re gonna stay at my place during that time.”
“Good. That’s all I wanted to know.”
“You could have just texted me.”
“I know, I…. Wanted to see how things were going with you and Chris.” her voice is suddenly bright.
Oh really?
You frown.
Why the fuck did she care?
“Why?”
“Just curious. You guys were just so in love when I saw you last time.”
Like over a year ago.
“It’s about the same.”
“So how are you not pregnant?”
You choke on your sip of wine. “What!?”
“You guys screw like every day! Like is he shooting blanks?”
You chortle 
Oh my fucking god.
“No, I — he —.” You can’t stop laughing. “Oh my god, Sydney!”
You know she’s grinning. “It’s a simple question!”
“He’s doing just fine,” you grin, wiping at the corners of your eyes. “We’re just careful, I don’t want kids.”
“Thank god! I don’t think I can stand another hour of listening to Sabrinas baby scream!” Sydney groans. “I hate it when they come over now! She either smells like diaper or she’s screaming like she’s dying. I don’t want kids if it’s gonna be like that.”
“Good. I don’t think some of us should reproduce,” you find yourself teasing, and you know she roles her eyes.
“I think that goes for the both of us. Too bitchy, right?”
“Right.” You chuckle.
You glance up as you feel lips pressing into your hair, and you absently smile up at Chris as he pretends he’s not being nosey and wanting to hear your conversation. You feel his arms wind around your waist, pulling him back against his chest.
Oh so now he’s paying attention.
“Mom says hi, by the way,” your younger sister continues, sounding irritated. “And, um… Fuck, okay, Mom, god! (Y/N), I accidently broke one of the windows in the house.” She bursts, and you can hear your mother scolding her lightly in the background. “I didn’t mean to, it just kind of happened.”
You sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose.
Great.
Chris was going to be pleased with that news.
“Is it being fixed?”
“Yeah, Mom hired somebody.”
“Sydney —.”
“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean too,” she sounds sincere, although still with enough attitude it reminds you of a teenager. “Really. It just kinda — happened? It’s like being fixed and everything though so it’s not a big deal!”
And you know what else she’s thinking.
If your mother hadn’t been nagging, she never would have said a word about it.
It was being fixed anyway.
You frown. “Why did you break it?”
“Um…”
“Sydney.” your tone is warning.
“I got mad at Steve, I threw something and the window happened to be there,” she hedged nervously. “Sorry?”
God.
Your sister needs anger management.
Maybe that would be the next class you had to pay for.
“As long as no one’s hurt I suppose it’s fine,” you mumble, squirming when you feel Chris kiss your neck, his piercings brushing your skin.
You’d never quite gotten used to those, despite how long it had been.
“Yup! Not a big deal!” Sydney sounds relieved. “Soooo I’ll talk to you later, okay?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay, bye!”
You hear the click in your ear before you can respond, and you sit your phone down with a sigh.
“Sydney broke a window in the house,” you say, feeling him brush a few tendrils of hair off your shoulders as his hands close over them.
“Mhm,” was his only response, kissing and nuzzling your jaw, his hands slowly starting to massage your shoulders. You let your eyes close, letting him help your tense muscles.
“She was mad at Steve or something.”
“Mmkay.”
Why did he not care more?
You hear a bing as his phone goes off, and you feel him hesitate a few moments before resuming the massage you didnt realize you needed. You lean into his grasp with a sigh, tilting your head.
His phone goes off again.
You grimace, placing a hand over his. “You can get that, you know.”
“It can wait,” he responds, shrugging. “I’ll get back to them.”
Them, eh?
Who was them?
Hmm.
What was he up too?
You’re undeniably curious — and perhaps a little suspicious as well.
Chris wasn’t very stealthy or sneaky.
Did the guys know what he was up too?
Perhaps you need to make a few phone calls.
~~~~
“She knows!”
“What?”
“She knows!” Devin hisses, sinking down low in his chair as he twists back and forth. 
“Who knows what, Devin?” Balz sighs, lifting his headphones off and letting them drop on the table. Chris had yet to arrive, but everyone else was gathered.
“(Y/N)! She knows we’re up to something! Chris is fucking up as usual!”
Everyone groans.
“Dude, she can’t know! We’ve all been really careful, and you know Chris would rather break his arm then let her find out anything. Why do you think she knows?” Ricky asks, remaining calm while Devin squirmed and whined.
“Because! She just texted me and was like, what is going on? And I was like what do you mean?And she asked if Chris is up to something.”
“Maybe she’ll just think he’s got a side chick,” Ryan suggests thoughtfully, running his hand through his short hair. “And not suspect —.”
“How do you think she’s going to react if she thinks he’s cheating on her?” Ricky demands. “She’d go supernova and kill all of us! We don’t want her thinking that!”
“Plus we don’t want a fight between the two of them that makes Chris change his mind after we already have everything set up,” Devin adds, shaking his head. “His mom is meticulous and has got everything ready. As long as Chris does his part and keeps her out for a majority of the day.”
“He’ll probably fuck that up,” Ryan grunts.
True.
Devin starts to worry a little.
Eh….
“Should we have a plan B?” he asks, rubbing his jaw thoughtfully. “Since we know Chris can’t handle his business for shit?”
“It would be best, yeah,” Ricky agrees. “You have an idea?”
“Sorta. I figure if Chris goes at the rate he is, she’s gonna get pissed off and suspicious and gonna confront him, and he’s gonna panic and say the wrong shit. I can already see it coming. So I figure, if she pitches a bitch fit and Chris fucks up, one of us is gonna have to swoop in Saturday and rescue her — maybe take her to the spa or get her a massage or something. That’ll take a while. And then we can take her back and everyone can be like ’surprise! Look! Chris is gonna propose yay! Don’t turn him down because he’s a fucking idiot and killed the mood!’ Sound good?”
“Yeah. So you mean you’re gonna swoop in right?” Ricky says, gazing at Devin in amusement. “Because you’re the one who’s best friends with her. She’d know something was up if one of us asks her.”
“Ugh.” Devin grimaces. “I guess I can sacrifice myself for this.”
“Like you even care! You love hanging out with her!” Ryan scoffs. “Suck it up already!”
Fuck.
Devin frowns. 
That was true too.
“It’s only plan B.” he mumbles, slouching. “Maybe Chris won’t….”
“Kill the fairies and turn rainbows black?” Balz offers.
There’s a collective sigh.
Plan B might as well be plan A.