Echo and I must've fallen asleep because next thing I know I'm being abruptly woken by him jumping off the couch.
"Shit," he mutters. He digs though the wrappers of candy that have been discarded on coffee table. He seems to find what he's looking for because he goes quiet before clicking on his phone. White light bathes his face.
"Fuck!" He says loudly. I'm just grateful that Pete and Patrick are upstairs.
"What?" I ask getting a little worried.
"I- dammit!" He curses again and I'm starting to get fed up with him not giving me an explanation.
"E! What is it." I stand up and try to get him to look at me, but he's insistant on looking at his phone.
"Its three thirty in the fucking morning!" He shows me the screen of his phone. I come to realization of what he's worried about.
"Crap." I mumble.
"Yeah." He starts to look around again. "I have to go."
"Echo, you can't walk home now." He growls at me.
"Why not?" He look geninuly angry with me. I flinch but try not to take it personally, I know he's just stressed.
"Jus- just tell her you're sleeping over and will be back in the morning." He gives me a look that's a mixture of uncertainty and irritation.
"Luce, I can't. My mom will kill me for not telling her earlier." He bites his lip and I move a little closer to him.
"Tell her you fell asleep, I'm sure she'll understand." I put on a calming voice. I really don't want him walking home now. He could get jumped. "Just stay here. Please?" I put my hand over his.
He sighs and types on his phone for a second before looking up at me. "Ok. Thanks Luce. I'm sorry." He dips his head down low so that were at the same eye level.
"Its ok." I tilt my head up the last few inches so that we are only a couple centimeters from each other.
"Is this ok?" Echo slips his arms around me, his palms pressing to the small of my back. I just nod and place my hands on his shoulders. I can feel his breaths against my lips and I'm very conscious that we are sharing the same air. Suddenly I'm regretting the last five pieces of licorice I had eaten. I don't have to worry about bad breath for much longer because he kisses me, covering my mouth with his.
This kiss is way better than the last one. We both know its happening, just making me crave the feeling of his lips against mine more. He presses his body against mine and I stumble back a step or two. I recover quickly, linking my fingers behind his neck.
I feel Echo slide his tongue over my closed lips. I open my mouth and let him in. He slips his tongue against mine, twinning it. He bites at my lip after a second, causing me to gasp and whimper at the sudden feeling of the tender skin clamped between his teeth.
"Fuck, that's hot." Echo chuckles into my mouth. His hands slide down and hook in the belt loops of my jeans. He pulls me back to the couch. I staddle his thighs, still propped up a little on my knees so that I'm just above eye level with him. He uses this positioning to his advantage, kissing along my throat. I groan at the feeling and hear him chuckle beneath me.
Echo starts to nibble and suck at the skin on my neck and I begin to get worried about him leaving marks. I pull back gently and look him in the eye. He pouts at my absence but I soon kiss him on the lips again and he seems content for a moment.
He starts down my jawline and back to my neck. I pull away, irritated for him being so focused on my neck.
"E, I don't want marks." He pouts for a second before a smirk takes over his lips. Suddenly my shirt is pulled over my head and I'm left in only my bra. I'm instantly self conscious. The bra I'm wearing is old and worn out, definitely not sexy in any sense. I don't have much time to worry about the quality of my bra because he has his lips attached to the skin right above the fabric.
He sucks on this until I'm groaning, then he just moves on to the next spot. "Can I leave marks here?" Echo asks in a sultry voice. I immediately blush and can only manage a nod in fear of letting out any other embarrassing sounds. I'm already very conscious of Pete and Patrick being right upstairs.
Echo slips down one of the straps of my bra, keeping his gaze on my body the entire time. The thing flips down so that its just hanging around my ribcage. I unclip it for him because he seems too preoccupied by what he's looking at. You'd think he'd never seen a girl topless before...
Oh. Well I mean maybe he hasn't. Well that just makes this a whole lot more awkward. I kind of feel a bit more special with that in mind though. If this really is as far as he's ever gone with a girl, and he's doing it with me...
Don't even call me cheesy. I have a right to feel special right now. This is my first time making out with a guy.
Echo seems to regain his composure enough to reach up and cup my chest with one hand. He slides his thumb over my nipple, causing me to let out a little noise I had been harboring at the back of my throat. He smirks and looks up at me. He takes my other nipple in his mouth, sucking on that as well. Its getting really hard to keep quiet now.
He leaves his marks over my chest. I finally make him stop when I get too paranoid about the noise we're making. I push him against the couch gently and lean back. He doesn't pout this time, he just looks up at me, eyes bright, lips swollen a little. I smile at the sight.
"I'll go get us a blanket." I tell him somewhat quietly. He just nods as I climb out of his lap and stoop over to pick up my clothes. I don't bother with the bra, just slipping the baggy shirt back over my bare chest. I go to the hall, tossing my bra into my room on my way so that Pete and Patrick don't find it in the morning. I go to the closet and find a big blue quilt that will suffice for both Echo and I.
I come back to the living room with it draped over my arm. He's already sprawled out on the couch, head on one arm rest, feet on the other. He's skimming through the movies displayed on the TV, clicking on one after a second. As the opening credits begin I climb in beside him on the couch, laying the blanket over us as I go. He wraps his arm around me, carding his fingers through my hair. Its very relaxing laying there like that. In fact, we're quiet for quite some time before I say something. And even now, my words are soft.
"Hey, can I ask you a question?" He hums in response. "Where did you get your nick name?" I feel his chest jump beneath me in silent laughter.
"That's a story for another time." He presses a kiss to my cheek, twining our ankles together in the small premisis. "Just go to sleep. Maybe I'll tell you some day." I guess I'm content with this answer because my eyes get heavy and I breathe in his scent as I fall asleep in his arms.
Do you like them together bc I still dk. This was suuuupper fluffy but I kinda like it better than writing straight smut. There might be some of that in the future of this fic so ;)
Or I've been entertaining the idea of a sequel for this fic because of the plot I have planned for it. There would either have to be a huge time jump in the middle of the story or smaller one between book one and two.
Tell me what you think! I absolutely love it when people comment, more than a vote. (Either is good :))
Ok this AN is super long imma go.
So long and goodnight internet.
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