Isn't It A Coincidence.

Chapter 5

A/N: (cue the music)

The dinner with Angelina was awful. Throughout the entire meal, she would rant on and on. Taylor stayed silent the whole time, the only indications of his emotions being the tightness in which he held my hand. The problem started then, and it still hasn't ended. 

Not long after she left, Taylor did. He left around 21:30 (9:30 PM), and it was now 2:00 in the morning. I paced around the front room, praying silently for him to return. The door opened silently, and I looked over to see him stagger through it, kicking off his shoes. "Taylor," I heaved a sigh of relief, pulling him to me. 

He tensed, hugging me and burying his face against my shoulder. "Sean-" his voice cracked, and his grip tightened. He let out a shuddering breath. I dragged him quickly to the bathroom, starting a warm bath. I slowly stripped him of his dirty clothes, tossing them into the basket. 

He leaned against the wall and watched as I added mine to the basket. I helped him into the bath, stepping in after him and settling myself between his legs. I turned and faced him, his head tilting back as I washed his hair. I gently kissed his adam's apple , making him shiver. 

I slid my soapy hands down his chest, kissing it as he rinsed his hair. He seemed a little more sober now. I pressed myself flush against him, capturing his lips in a heated kiss. He moaned quietly, his hands sliding up the backs of my legs. I shuddered in anticipation as I nipped his jaw.

His hands slid further and gripped me, a shuddering moan filling the room. His rough hands slid over my skin, my breaths and groans echoing in the bathroom. My eyes flew open and I gasped in surprise, gripped his shoulders. He'd filled me too suddenly, and I groaned in pain. 

His skilled fingers dug in and massaged my hips, my body slowly adjusting. His lips trailed over my jaw, pulling me gently further on his lap. I moaned as he pushed deeper, my back arching. His arms held me upright, his heated gaze making me even hotter.He lifted me, dropping me back down roughly. 

I cried out, my fingers tangling in his hair. Pants and moans filled the room, water splashing out and soaking the floor. An unfamiliar gasp sounded and I groaned, tugging his hair roughly. Our lips met in a sloppy kiss as we reached our limits. 

My climax hit hard, making me cry out his name, his groan of release vibrating against my chest. My eyes opened slowly, the bathroom door clicking. I looked over and smirked, his mother dashing back out of the bathroom silently.