"When're you going to Dan's? You haven't been there in, like, 5 days." Martin asked a few days later. We were sitting on the couch, both on our phones.
"We're trying this thing we don't see each other. For two weeks." I told him, sticking out my tongue.
"That sounds really hard for you guys." He said, not even sounding sarcastic. He was right, but my phone was filled with funny, witty, and sexy remarks that I would hear if I was hanging out with him in real life.
"I mean, I guess so." I shrugged. The night before, we had a few hour long chat over text about nothing. The only thing I missed was his actual face. And sex.
Just kidding.
Not really.
I really missed it.
"Oh! I forgot to ask you, how's your new job?" I asked, snapping out of my Dan fantasy.
"It's good, it's good. Producing lots of music. Auto tuning lots of people." He told me, looking up from his phone. "Still trying to work on directing, but it's getting there."
"You better be, because when I make an actual successful screenplay, I want you directing it. Alright?" I said, flipping through the App Store. Now that I finally had time, I was trying to find some social media to go on.
"I promise. But who knows, maybe you'll be my first big break." He said, looking back down. Suddenly, his phone started to ring.
"Ah, company calls." He said and left the room.
I sighed when he left. Martin sounded so grown-up. And I wasn't. Even though he's only a year older than me, he was so much more successful.
He came back soon, his mouth dropped open.
"Phil." He said in an awed tone.
"What?" I asked, looking back at my phone.
"I just got a call." He told me.
"Yes. That's pretty cl-"
"From Fall Out Boy's manager!" He squealed.
"YOU'RE KIDDING!" I dropped my phone.
"They want to record a single at our studio! With ME!" He screamed. He was almost more excited than I was. Almost.
My eyes widened enormously and I grabbed him.
"When?" I whispered.
"In two days." He quieted his tone almost to my level, but his eyes were crazy excited.
"You have to take me to go see or else I will never talk to you again." I told him quietly. My mind was going crazy.
"I will ask my boss and get back to you." He sounded like a business man. I grabbed the collar of his shirt.
"Now."
He always told me how scary I could get when I wanted something, and that was one of those times. I would literally sell my body to meet Fall Out Boy.
A minute later, Martin called his boss and he told me I could come, only for a day. To 'show me how he did his job.'
After squealing and jumping up and down for an hour about it in my room, I went over to Martins.
"Dan and I aren't supposed to talk, but do you think I could call him and tell him about it?" I asked anxiously. I was seriously debating this.
"It's sort of a big deal when you meet your favorite band so yes." He replied, getting on his computer.
"Okay."
I went to my contacts and scrolled down to the very bottom, where
❤ Bear Howell ❤ was.
The phone rang only twice, then I heard him pick up.
"I thought we weren't talking, babe." Dan said, sounding like he was happy that I had called.
"I'm going to meet Fall Out Boy!" I yelled.
"Okay, did you just want a reason to talk? Because I would've called you any-"
"No! I'm serious! You know how Martin works at that record company?"
"Yeah?"
"Fall Out Boy is recording their new single!!" I told him excitedly. I had missed his voice.
"Stop bullshitting me, Phil." He didn't believe me.
"I swear I'm not joking."
"Okay then." He replied, still not accepting it. "Well, I miss you."
"I miss you too." I replied, rolling my eyes at his disbelief.
"Can we please see each other? I need you." He whined. I could almost hear him run his fingers through his hair, sitting on his bed.
"I want to- so bad. I want you so bad..." I bit my lip and sat down at my desk.
"Why not meet up then? Woods? Tonight?" Dan suggested.
"I don't know, we're trying this thing.." I trailed off. I missed him all too much, even though it had been less than a week.
"Come on, I'm dying here!" He replied.
"Can you sneak me into your house tonight?" I asked. I broke. I loved him too much.
"Yeah. Is 12:00 okay?" He asked, his voice perking up.
"I guess so. I might fall asleep on you though." I told him.
"As long as I get to see you, I'm okay with that."
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"Get in here. Now." Dan pulled me into his darkened house. I couldn't see his face as he pulled me up to his room.
We got up and closed the door quietly. I turned around and he slammed his lips into mine. I kissed back, wrapping my arms around his waist.
We didn't talk, we just stood there, our mouths moving in unison.
"I missed you." He said as I started taking off his shirt. I chuckled as I wriggled it off him.
"I missed you too." I replied and starting to make love bites all down his neck. Earlier that year, I had learned that he was very squeamish about people touching his neck and would flinch away from everyones touch. Except for mine.
"Jeez, Phil." He moaned as he pushed against my chest. He slid off my shirt quickly so I could get back to kissing him.
"One for every day." I whispered as I started making a second mark on his skin.
"That's like 7! And you know I don't like tha- Phil, oh my god." He was interrupted his own moan as I sucked on his collarbone.
"Shhh," I told him. There were now 3 dark red marks all around his chest. "Take off your pants."
"But I-"
"Now." I growled. He loved when I got scary and my voice got deep. He slid off his shorts quickly as I kept making marks.
"Phil, Phil, Phil!" He whispered anxiously. I kept making the marks, no matter how hard he begged for me to stop.
"I want you," Dan groaned. I pushed him down on the bed and slid off his boxers.
"I want you." He moaned again, pressing his body up against me. I took my shorts off, and off came my boxers as well.
I finished up with my last love bite, placed right on the side of his neck. He flipped us over so he was on top and started sucking my ear. I moaned with pleasure. His sheets stuck to our skin as we rolled around.
"I want you." He groaned one last time into my ear and I flipped him over so I was lying right on his stomach.
I slowly started grinding my hips into his and he moaned. Thank god for his soundproof walls because he was definitely a screamer. The grinding got faster and faster until I couldn't take it any longer. It was time to get something done. And he wanted it.
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