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My phone buzzes as I pick it up to glance at the text message I've just received. Right on time. I pick myself up off the couch and head to the front door of my apartment. Shawn and I have had the strongest friendship for almost 8 years now and it has always been the thing I value most in my life. Our relationship has transitioned from being Friday nights with movies and pizza to almost every night with the addition of platonic sex. Although you may scoff at 'platonic', there's no denying that both me and Shawn don't have any feelings for each other. It's been so long now that I don't think it would even be possible. It's just a nice way for Shawn to get out all of his sexual frustrations from being on tour for so long, and I wouldn't deny my best friend's happiness. It's easier that way. It means that Shawn doesn't have to worry about the media attacking him and his significant other and I know that's important to him.
"Hey" I smile at Shawn, wrapping my arms around his neck after opening the door. His strong arms wrap around my waist as he holds me tightly against him. "Hi." He replies quietly, placing a kiss on my forehead. Another friendly gesture that he's begun lately, although I can't deny, it does make my heart flutter. But only a little bit.
We head to the kitchen, to arrange all of our food before we settle into a movie. "What are we watching tonight, Y/N?" Shawn asks, taking a seat on the couch, slouching his arm over the top of it. "Well we have a choice between... Crazy, Stupid, Love... The Noteboo-" As I list the second item on my movie list, I'm interrupted by an eager Shawn. "YEP! That one, oh man, please that one. We have to watch that, Y/N." He looks at me pleadingly. I raise my hands in a surrender as I put The Notebook on. I take a seat on the couch, laying my legs across Shawn's.
About a quarter way through the movie, Shawn turns to look at me. When his gaze hasn't left me for a while, I look at him. "What?" I ask quietly, a smile making it's way onto my mouth. "I'm just admiring my best friend. I couldn't be more thankful for you, Y/N." He says, a serious but gentle look on his face, showing how genuine he is. The little flutter in my stomach and heart returns as I smile harder. I place my hand on his knee. "You're the absolute best." I reply, staring into his brown eyes that are sparkling from the reflection of the TV. I only just notice that his thumb is gently brushing over my thigh, from side to side. I keep my eyes on his, totally lost within them. I find myself slowly leaning towards him, eventually just adjusting myself so I'm straddling him. I place both of my hands on the sides of his neck, my thumb brushing his jawline. "I like your sweatpants," I say in a low, breathy voice, "Where'd you get them?" I question Shawn in an attempt to distract my feelings. "They're from, from, uh, they're from-" I interrupt Shawn, crashing my lips into his, lust completely taking over my body. I feel his hands trail down my back until they rest on my ass. He slightly pushes my forward, bringing our bodies closer. He lets out a small moan into the kiss as I create friction against his hardness as he brings me closer to him. I detach our mouths as I begin placing kisses all the way down is neck until his t-shirt restricts me from going any further. I place both of my hands at the hem of his t-shirt, sliding it up his body. He lifts his arms, allowing me to pull the top over his head and throw it on the floor before crashing my lips back into his.
I pull away, breathless, as I sit up straight, staring at every inch of Shawn's upper body. The training he's been doing is clearly doing him a favour. "What is it?" He questions me as my hands rest against his chest. "Your uh training is definitely paying off." I say before meeting his eyes. He smiles proudly before kissing my cheek. He leans in, kissing my neck, prior to my top being removed, our naked bodies producing ample amounts of heat. Shawn's hands trace over the lace material of my bra, making goosebumps appear on my skin. "You're so beautiful, Y/N." He says, looking up at me. I can't help but gaze at him again, those words so new to my ears. He's complimented me before if I'm dressed up or just look better than average but never in this situation. To keep the sex platonic, you have to withhold any emotions and compliments are off limits. We had set rules from the very beginning and there was a long list. Apparently Shawn's not scared of breaking the rules though.
As Shawn unclasps my bra, I notice a look in his eyes that I've never seen before. It's more than a look of desire and fiery lust. It's more similar to a look of affection and admiration. I run my hand through his hair slowly, leaving it entangled in his hair when I near to the bottom of his neck. Shawn starts to massage my breasts, making my head fall back as I grip onto his shoulders. I begin to grind against his crotch, wanting to make him feel good too. I can feel the heat he's producing and it's making me wetter by the second. I let out a small moan when his hardness rubs against my ball of nerves, earning a sweet smile from Shawn. "Can you moan my name? Just once?" He asks, knowing it's one of our rules to specifically not do that. I lean down to kiss him in an attempt to distract myself from what he just asked me. His hand unexpectedly moves to my sensitive spot, making me whine from the sudden contact. He begins to rub me through my shorts as I basically ride his hand. My head falls into the crux of his neck again as I begin to moan rhythmically, pleasing him by saying his name every time. He removes his hands and gently places my back against the couch as he adjusts himself in front of me. He removes my underwear slowly, his eyes following the lace down my legs before tossing it aside. As he leans forward and his tongue touches my ball of nerves, I know I'm not going to last long. He hums against my sensitive warmth, making me lift my hips, my hands pulling on his hair to bring him closer to my core. Just as I feel the familiar feeling in my stomach, it quickly disappears. I open my eyes to see Shawn removing his grey sweatpants as well as his boxers.
He reaches down to line himself up at my entrance. I watch as he slowly thrusts into me, my head falling back onto the couch. Shawn groans, the feeling of me all around him, enough to send him to the edge. He begins to thrust at a pace already so perfect. I can sense his pleasure as he begins moving faster, I start to clench around him. "Baby..." He moans, breaking another one of our rules - no pet names during sex. He places his strong arms beneath my arched back to provide support for himself as he is sent over the edge. He moans my name so beautifully as he thrusts lazily, both of us riding out our highs together.
As I lie on Shawn's bare chest, a warm blanket covering our naked bodies, I can't stop thinking about what just happened. It was so different to every other time. "Shawn?" I whisper, unsure as to whether he's still awake. "Yeah?" He replies, his voice low and raspy. "Why does this time feel different to every other time?" I question, bracing myself for his answer. "I-I think we made love... whereas we usually fuck. I don't really know how it happened. I broke so many rules, I'm sorry." He says, his hand rubbing my cold shoulder. "What if we didn't have to have any rules, Shawn? What if it wasn't platonic?" My voice quietens towards the end of my questions, knowing I'm not going to get the answer I want. "Y/N you know we can't. We can't make any promises."
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