Been You

Chapter 49: Movies With Me

ELYSANDRA'S POV:

I am so grateful to Justin for being so understanding about Ty. It really means so much to me and I can't wait to show him how much later. But for now the three of us are sitting on the couch in my dorm watching movies on my small television. I'm in the middle and I'm not gonna lie, it's super awkward. I know it may seem strange for me to forgive Ty so quickly after all he did to me, but I don't exactly have the pick of the litter for friends right now. And before he was my boyfriend, he was one of the few people who actually noticed me, and not just to talk shit about.

Now, as we sit squished on my couch, watching The Notebook, I am grateful for having them both, even amidst all of the awkwardness. Ten minutes into the movie, I hear Justin yawn. He stretches his arm over my shoulder in the process. I know where this is going. He's trying to seduce me to make Tyler uncomfortable, to get him to leave. Although, I can't say that he'd be behaving any differently if Tyler weren't here. Regardless, I won't give into his game. I stay facing the television with his arm wrapped around me, not giving him the attention he wants. He softly kisses my shoulder, but I stay strong. His kisses travel up my neck, making me weak. My lips part in pleasure, but as quickly as I reacted, I pull myself together. However, it wasn't fast enough. I know Justin saw, I can feel his smug energy radiating off his body.

Apparently, Justin wasn't the only one to notice my reaction. I assume this because now, Tyler is swirling abstract shapes into my knee with his pinky. If I'm being honest, my skin tingles when he touches me, and I'm not sure if its because it tickles or if it's something else entirely. I exhale deeply to relieve myself of some of the tension. It does help, but not for long. A few moments later, I feel Justin's lips by my ear. I try my damnedest to focus on the movie. This doesn't help much, considering there is a passionate love scene unfolding on screen. "That could be us," Justin whispers, barely audible. "Right now..." he adds, tugging on my earlobe with his teeth. Shit. I close my eyes, trying to ignore any stimulus that could push me to give in. That could be us. We could go into my bedroom, lock the door, and very quietly -

"Hey, Eels, are you thirsty?" Tyler asks loudly, interrupting my thoughts. Justin let's out a sigh in annoyance.

"Um, yeah," I answer, shaking myself back to reality. "Could you get me a water from the fridge? Help yourself to anything in there." Tyler gets up from the couch, heading into the kitchenette. Justin doesn't let this opportunity escape him. The moment Tyler leaves, Justin grips my inner thigh. I breathe in sharply, unprepared for his touch.

"I want to fuck you so bad right now, babe," he says softly to me. At the sound of the refrigerator door shutting, Justin releases my thigh, repositioning himself to the way he was sitting before. My breathing is heavy at what just happened. Tyler sits back down next to me, completely unaware of what just happened. He hands me the water bottle, smiling.

"Thanks, Tyler," I say distractedly. I can feel Justin grinning to himself. Damn him. I sip the water, hoping it'll help cool me off. My body feels physically hot with sexual tension. The water doesn't help. I try to focus on the movie, but my mind keeps going right back to the feeling of Justin's hand between my thighs. After about twenty minutes, I come to the realization that this craving isn't going away on its own. It needs to be fulfilled. I get up from the couch, pulling Justin up with me.

"I'm tired, I'm gonna go to bed. Tyler, there are extra covers and pillows in the closet; help yourself. Come on, Justin," I rush, angry because I'm giving Justin what he wants. I pull Justin into my room, locking the door behind us. Justin's smirk has never been so smug. "Oh, shut up and get naked already," I order.