Better Off (Lil Peep)

Chapter 33: Penthouse

⚠️ WARNING ⚠️ sexual content (alotttt!) read at your own risk!!!

Gus' POV

I left the stage, sweating and half crying, trying to pull my shit together. Something about today felt so different- so new, like a whole entire shift in my life. I was becoming the person I wanted to be. Or at least, it felt like it. And when I looked at her, somehow I felt more like myself than anything. What good fucking friends I have too, they found xans, lean, Coke- pretty much anything and everything that we needed to party our asses off. Oh yeah, and a huge penthouse suite. It wasn't about to be some repeat of Portland- it was kept small and for the most part, quiet. I couldn't believe that they did this for me- it was really all Samara and Goth, I knew. My truest and closest friends. The guys were my brothers no doubt but those two, would always come before anyone else in my life- besides my momma.

I took so much that night. I just wanted to forget- I wanted to make all the pain go away. And being there with Samara, it helped.

It was no secret at all, the entire night, even with all of our friends around, that we wanted to be alone. She sat across from me most of the night to ease the tension in the room but even Wicca could feel it. She was not anything to him anymore. And she was making eyes at me- it came naturally too because I don't even think that she could see what she was doing. We all could though.

I was practically coming down by 3 in the morning and I didn't want to. Goth was last to leave, but he made short work of it. I swear he winked at us on the way out. I smiled, thinking about how well I knew him. Selfless, and devoted even if I was this swirling ball of emotional chaos. He knew we wanted one another and he could've stayed all night. But instead, he left us with a sly wink, all alone in the giant suite in London. It even had a view- a killer one. The entire west wall was made of glass and it overlooked the entire city.

"I've been waiting to be alone with you all night." I whispered hardly a moment after he'd left us.

"Me too." She whispered. I felt our lips collide so naturally and perfectly in the moment, slow and soft, like before. I wanted to take her right there on the sofa but there was a giant bed- and even so, the night felt as though it had just begun. I sniffed more Coke with her and she smiled.

She danced across the suite, all the way to the far side where the city lie before us. Dark and sparkling in the crisp autumn night, I joined her, taking in the view. It felt as though we lived in the sky and we were looking down on all of the people on the ground. I shivered at the thought, watching her glazed eyes, sparkling with the reflection of all of the city lights.

I kissed her neck, wrapping my arms around her waist, feeling her little body right there with me.

"Gus." she moaned softly.

"I can't believe we're here right now- like this- I might be really fucked up right now, but I don't want this to end." I whispered.

She turned to me and her eyes sparkled even more at my words. She threw her arms around me.

"Me either-" I cut her off by kissing her again, deeper and more passionate. I picked up her little body, and pinned her against the wall, her legs wrapped around me. It was happening fast but I hadn't been so sure of something in a long time.

I slipped her t shirt off easily, her small breasts exposed already, seeing as she wasn't wearing a bra. I pulled off my own shirt, as she clung to me.

"Are you sure you want this?" I wasn't about to go further until I asked properly.

"Fuck yes." She kissed me, as I set her down on her feet again. She was considering smaller than me and it turned me on even more.

I fiddled with my belt and pushed my jeans to the floor, as I watched her undress entirely. I could almost feel myself drooling just looking at her. She was ducking beautiful and I couldn't contain myself for another minute.

She danced her adorable naked self to the bed and we crashed down on it together, tongues swirling, feeling one another's bodies. I pushed off my boxers and tossed them, my hard member springing out, reaching for her.

Samara's POV

"Are you ready?" He looked me right in the eyes, as I nodded, feeling him push inside of me. I groaned, feeling his entire large length fill me. He pumped slowly as I felt myself get used to his size.

I moaned for him. "Faster."

He picked up pace, thrusting his hips into mine hard, so hard it almost hurt but I liked the pain.
He was staring in my eyes and I couldn't even break eye contact with him if I wanted to.

Everything about him was fucking perfect. His eyes, his smile, his tattoos. He was my best friend and it was quickly becoming more than that.

We made love all over the suite for what felt like hours, before crashing, back on the bed and into one another's arms.

To say the least it was and always would be one of the best nights of my life.

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When we woke, it was nearly noon, and we had to get ready to leave for Madrid. I found myself procrastinating getting dressed, staring out the giant window on all of London in my baby pink bra and undies. I could half see my reflection in the glass- leftover makeup and all and I nearly laughed at myself, brushing through my hair with my hands.

Gus emerged from the shower, dripping wet, drying himself, rushing to pack up the things we'd brought with us. I admired him, feeling almost far away for a moment before I snapped back into reality.

"I wish we could stay." I whined.

"Believe me, me too. But we'll come back." He assured me. I made him promise.

"After Russia. We'll come back. I promise." He even did a pinky swear with me.

We packed our things and it suddenly occurred to me how fast things were happening. I didn't ever care. All I wanted was to be right there in the moment, with Gus, with all of my friends.

London felt like a week, even though it was basically three days. I grabbed my Louis Vuitton suitcase as we left the penthouse, admiring it one last time.

This adventure was even more, with him.