Wake up call [Trixya]

Chapter 16

Trixie POV

Things have been going great. Brian moved in with me, we've been doing gigs together, Sharon often visits us for smalltalk or to stay the night and get super super wasted. This one time, Brian got so drunk he begged both Sharon and me to have sex with him, but we just started laughing hysterically. Brian even started crying at one point and since then it has been some sort of gag between us three. I smile as I think about it while I'm cooking dinner. I suddenly feel a pair of arms wrap around my waist and a set of lips pressed against the back of my neck. "Hey gorgeous." I softly speak, leaving the stir-fry alone for now and turning around in his grip. He presses his lips against mine and gives me a small kiss. "Want to go out tonight? A movie or something?" He asks me, swaying his hips from left to right making me move with him. "Hmmm. A movie sounds nice. But I swear to god, if you've found a theatre that still plays Contact I won't speak to you for a month. But yes, like an actual, real first date." I say with a chuckle and he laughs loudly, taking his sweet time. "I'm sorry I haven't taken you on a date yet, I just loved laying next to you." He replies and laughs with me. "Everytime you lay next to me, we fuck! We hardly do anything else!" I say and we both laugh. He lets go of me and walks to the living room. "Haven't heard you complain,though." He says with a hint of joy in his voice. I scoff and go back to cooking.

Once done I scoop our plates full and hand him his one, sitting down on the couch opposite of the couch he's sitting on. He raises an eyebrow at me. "What is this, a revolution?" He asks with his mouth full. "No, not necessarily, but I want to eat my dinner in peace without being touched the whole time." I say as I stick out my tongue. He fake gasps and looks shocked. I giggle softly and start eating my dinner while Brian's looking for something to watch. Once done I put my plate on the table and lay down on the couch. "Baaaabe." I hear and I look up to seeing Brian sitting on the other couch with pouting lips. "Hm?" I ask, laying on my stomach. "Can I now lay with you?" He asks with sadness in his voice. I chuckle at his behaviour. I nod. "Come on then. But try to fuck me once and I'll push you right off." I say and he jumps up, running over to me and swan dives right onto me. I yell loudly but with laughs in between. He laughs as well and lays his head on my back. "You're way too clingy." I say to him while catching my breath. "If you just told me you loved me I could've started being clingy a lot earlier. Maybe I could've even stayed at All Stars 2 and win!" He says while laughing but my laughter has already stopped. With a bit of a hassle I can shake him off me and sit right up. He notices my expression and he looks worried. "Is that really how you see it? You threw your chance away just to see if I was real about this?" I ask him. He looks baffled and just stares at me. I wait for him to answer but he takes a long time. "It- It's not like I see it like a chance thrown away but-" I cut him off. "But what?!" I say as I stand up. He stands up as well and tries to hold my hands but I pull them away. "I came at the wrong time, right? I should've just told you from the beginning with the risk of ruining our friendship, but that's really fucking hard to do when you're almost impossible to read!" I say, blurting out things I don't want to say. I look at Brian and he looks hurt. "Baby.." He says, taking a step closer. "Don't 'baby' me, please." I reply and quickly speed towards the back door, walking back to grab Brian's pack of cigarettes. I catch him looking at me and wanting to speak. "Don't you dare." I glance at him before walking outside, lighting one immediately.

3 hours. 3 hours have I been sitting outside and feeling like shit because of what I said, but I'm too scared to confront Brian. He's been sitting on the couch with his head in his hands. I've never had a fight with him before and now I know how much it wrecks me. Sure, we've had discussions every once in a while but never something like this. I look inside to look at him and notice him looking at me. I can see him stand up and my heart starts beating faster. He opens the door and steps outside. I stand up to look at him. "Baby, have you been crying?" I walk closer to him and lay my hand on his cheek. "I didn't mean it, I-I didn't mean it and I'll never mean what I said, I'm sorry Brian." I lay my other hand on his other cheek and look at him, guilt in my eyes. He just nods with this, monotone look on his face and wraps his arms around me. I wrap my arms loosely around his neck and hug him tightly. I let go of him and look him in the eyes. His eyes are dark and he has a smirk on his face. I grin and crash my lips against his. Anytime we're in a discussion or someone of us raises our voice we make up with sloppy make up sex. That's one thing I like about Brian. He likes to take control. And I like being controlled, especially by Brian. We walk back inside and towards the stairs, our lips not a second apart. Once we're upstairs and in the bathroom he pushes me onto the bed, I lay there looking at what he's doing. He pulls the fluffy rope out of his robe and walks back to me. He aggressively takes off my shirt and throws it to the side. "Hands." He says sternly and I hold my hands in front of me. He ties them up and I can feel the heat in my cheeks rising. He takes a step back and looks at me. He grins before crawling ontop of me, softly biting my earlobe as he starts palming me through my shorts. "How many times have I told you not to speak up to me like that?" He whispers before moving to my neck, adding more hickeys to the bunch.

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He flops down onto me and unties my hands. He's breathing heavily, I'm breathing heavily and we're both a sweating mess. As of right now, my neck, collarbones, a part of belly and down near my crotch are covered in hickeys. Brian loves making them, he loves letting me know I'm his, and apparently other people too. I turn to him and kiss him. "I'm sorry, again." I softly say and he nods. "It's fine, Linda." He replies and we both laugh. I get up and waddle over to the bathroom, Brian whistling as I walk. I chuckle as I splash some water on my face. I walk back to the bedroom and look at Brian. His toned body and visible muscles make me bite my lip. "How about that movie?" I ask him. "Ooh! Good idea, 2 hours without having to make contact with you!" He says and laughs at his own joke. I roll my eyes and walk towards the closet. He walks past me and lands his hand on my butt, I yelp and blush as I look at him. Brian grabs a set of clothes from his side of the closet and quickly gets dressed. He leans against the door frame as he waits for me. The doorbell rings and Brian hurries downstairs to open the door. I put on my boxers and jeans when I hear some yelling downstairs. The yelling becomes louder as I notice it's coming up the stairs. I try to figure out who it is. It's not Sharon, too manly. It's not Bianca, too soft. I stand in front of the mirror until I see a figure standing in the door. I turn to look at them and my hands immediately start to tremble. I see Alaska staring at me, hatred filling her eyes and her hands bawled up into fists. I see Brian behind him holding his phone up, ready to dial Sharon and I wink at him. He rushes downstairs to call in peace. Alaska takes a step forward and I take a step backwards. "Where is he?" She asks, stern but calm. "W-Who?" I ask, quickly putting on my shirt. "Where. Is. HE?!" She screams this time. My back is now pressed against the wall and she's coming closer. I can see Brian standing in the door. "You're fucking him aren't you? You're fucking MY boyfriend while I told you to not lay a finger on him anymore." She says, spit flying out of her mouth. "I-I don't know where Aaron is, I swear to god! He moved out when Brian moved in!" I reply and immediately regret it. "Moved out? He lived with you? So while I was away, the man who is my boyfriend lived with you, for you to fuck him whenever you want?" She asks, her face dangerously close to mine. "We haven't done anything!" I try to explain it to her but with no effect. She turns around and throws the standing mirror I own to the ground, a thousand of tiny glass pieces flying everywhere. She grabs clothes from inside the closet and throws them on the ground as well. I try to stop her but her elbow hits my nose, blood dripping from it. She turns to look at me and starts laughing. "That's what you deserve, you fucking slut." She says. I notice Brian looking at the stairs and signing to someone. Alaska moves closer to me and grabs me by the collar of my shirt. Just as she's about to raise her fist Aaron runs into our bedroom and pulls her back. I sigh and close my eyes for a minute.

Aaron walks back inside after putting Alaska in his car. I'm holding a tissue to my nose and Brian has one arm around me. "I'm so sorry, I was in town with some friends when she apparently came home." Aaron says while nervously fiddling with the end of his shirt. "It's okay, we'll get his nose checked, it's probably nothing too bad." Brian states and I hit him in the side with my elbow. He laughs softly and so does Aaron. "I'll try to talk to her and make her apologise, you'll hear from me." He says and plants a kiss on top of my head before hugging Brian. He walks to his car after Alaska honked for who knows, 12 times. Brian closes the door and turns to me. "I need to get out this goddamn drag world. I say and we both laugh. He wraps one arm around me and kisses my cheek. "We need to get this fixed, someone touched my masterpiece." He says before walking upstairs with me.