“He’s coming over again?” I asked Josh in disbelief. He raised one eyebrow at me and didn’t answer.
“Why can’t you invite Matt or Chris or Dan over? I actually like them.”
“Because, Y/N, he’s my friend. You just need to get over this… this thing with him.”
I scowled and walked into the living room, flopping down on the couch. Just as I was reaching for the TV remote, the doorbell rang loudly.
“Y/N can you get the door?” Josh called from the kitchen.
I sighed and got up.
Max looked at me over the sunglasses perched on the end of his nose. “Y/N. Still living off your brother, I see.” he gave me a fake smile and pushed past me. He took my seat on the sofa and put his feet up on the coffee table.
“Fuck you, Helyer.” I sat down on the separate chair and picked up my book, trying my best to ignore his presence.
“Hey man,” Josh said as he came out of the kitchen. “I have to go out for a while, I won’t be long so you can just wait here,” he pulled on his jacket.
“Wait you’re leaving me with him?!” I put my book down and sat up.
“Yeah, I won’t be gone long,” Josh replied. “Try not to kill each other while I’m gone!” he called as he slammed the front door shut.
I glanced at Max through the corner of my eye, and went back to my book, praying that he wouldn’t say anything. Max had this way of making me feel uncomfortable in my own home just by him being there. No one else had ever made me feel like that. I didn’t understand why he was constantly so horrible to me. I had never had a problem with him until he started to treat me so awfully.
He put the TV on and turned it up unnecessarily loud. I sighed and tried to focus on my book, but the constant noise was deafening, breaking my focus.
“Can you not? Jesus Christ what is your problem?” I asked throwing my book down on the coffee table. “And get your fucking feet off of my table!”
“Oh, your table? I thought Josh owned the house? Last time I checked you were working a dead end job in a coffee shop and that’s why you live here.” he spat viciously.
I could feel a lump in my throat start to form. It tightened and I didn’t trust my voice to speak. I ran up the stairs as fast as I could, slamming my bedroom door shut behind me. I would not give him the satisfaction of seeing me cry. The tears spilled down over my cheeks. I didn’t cry because I was upset. I was angry. I hated when people brought up my job and accused me of taking advantage of my brother. I sat on the floor near my bed and tried to calm down. I jumped as there was a knock at my door.
“Y/N, I’m sorry ok? That was out of order?” Max said quietly through the closed door. “I just… can I come in?”
I got up and pulled the door open aggressively, walking back to my bed without acknowledging him.
Max shut the door quietly behind him and sat next to me on the bed. I wiped my cheeks quickly, trying to remove all evidence that I’d been crying.
“I didn’t mean it, Y/N.”
“Why do you always do this. What did I ever do that I deserve this?” I looked at him and then he did something unexpected. He took my face in his hands and rested his forehead against mine. I tensed, expecting to be the butt of another joke, or receive more insults.
“Sometime I find it hard to… to say what I’m feeling. So I don’t.” he whispered.
I pulled away from him and stared at his face, trying to find some trace of mockery. But I didn’t find what I was looking for.
“I don’t understand… what are you-”
He cut me off by leaning forward and placing his lips lightly on mine. My eyes widened in surprise and he let me pull away.
“I like you, Y/N. A lot.” he said looking at the floor.
I looked at his face, and he looked sincere. I leaned back in and kissed him, harder this time. He ran his hands through my hair and I put my leg over him, straddling his legs. I could feel something hard pressing against my stomach. He ran a hand down my back, and flipped me over onto the bed so he was hovering above me. He planted little kissed along my jawline, making his way down my neck and along my collar bone, then gently biting my shoulder. I grabbed the hem of my t-shirt and pulled it off over my head, throwing it across the room. I removed my shorts and underwear as Max got undressed. I lay down on the bed and Max resumed his place on top of me. He propped himself up with his forearms resting either side of my head.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked, looking into my eyes.
I ran my eye over his soft brown hair, light stubble and sincere eyes. I nodded. I was sure. I bit my lip and squeezed his shoulders as his considerable length entered me. He picked up a slow pace, gradually getting faster. He pumped in and out of me roughly. He breathed heavily as we both got closer and closer. I moaned loudly, dragging my nails down his back as my walls tightened around him as I released. He followed shortly after. He pulled out and rolled off of me, throwing his arm over my waist and pulling me close him.
“Y/N? Max?” we heard Josh call from downstairs.
“Fuck,” I said, scrambling for my clothes. I quickly pulled on some jeans and my t-shirt. I could hear Josh coming up the stairs to see where I was.
“Quick, come on-” I was cut off by the door opening. Josh stopped where he was standing and looked at me. His eyes went to my messy bed, and then he found Max on the other side of the room, messy haired and shirtless. He pointed at Max.
“What the fuck are you doing? Do you think this is ok?” he shouted.
“Josh, please calm down-” he cut me off with a glare.
“No, no this is not ok. You’re my best friend, you can’t just fuck my sister. You can’t play with her feelings like this.”
“I’m not playing!” Max shouted, pulling his shirt on over his head. “I love her.”
“No, no you don’t. You’re always horrible to her.”
“I didn’t want either of you to know that I love her.”
“Uh, guys, I’m right here,” I said. They were talking like they’d forgotten I was there.
“Josh, it happened. There’s nothing you can do about it now. I love him.” I looked at Max and he smiled.
Josh ran his hands through his hair. “You’re right, it has nothing to do with me. But listen, if you hurt her, I will kill you.” he left before Max could reply.
“Did you really mean it? That you love me?” he asked putting his hands on my waist. I nodded and pecked him on the lips.
He took my hand in his as we made our way downstairs.
