House of Boys

Part 7

You crawled into Shawn's bed as he held his arm out, opening up his chest for you to curl into. Who knew such an asshole could be so sweet?

"Umm, so that was amazing," he mumbled into your hair, breathing growing slow as his body relaxed.

"Don't get too confident, big guy," you laughed into his chest, small hairs ticking your cheek.

Before you knew it, Shawn was asleep and snoring. Your thoughts were running wild as you reflected on the evening's previous occurrences, trying to make sense of your feelings for Shawn. You'd made your decision before you even slept with him, but now it was about what was to come. How would he be around you? How would the guys take it? Would you still have your own rooms

You woke up to a low groan as Shawn reached onto his bedside table to turn the alarm off. Morning Shawn was interesting. He didn't want to get up. He snoozed the alarm and pulled you into his chest, wrapping a strong arm around your middle and pressing his hard-on into your ass cheek. You faced away from him, trying to escape his grasp.

"Just let me have this," he mumbled, voice low and groggy.

"What?" you asked, unsure of what he meant.

"This. You. This moment. Please just stay a little longer and let me enjoy it," he said, mouth very close to your ear.

"I think you enjoyed me enough last night, sweets," you said, turning around to face him. Tilting your head to look up at him, you took in the view. First off, he was naked. Butt-naked. His eyes were closed and puffy, his hair was wild, and a little smile was drawn on his lips. His eyes slowly opened, his face a little shocked to be met with your gaze. He quickly relaxed, dipping his head down to nuzzle your nose and then kiss your forehead.

"You're beautiful," he sighed, closing his eyes again. You snaked your arm up to his shoulder, pushing on it in hopes of a release from his death-grip. Giving him a shove, he rolled onto his back and you rolled with him, sitting up on his hips, very aware of the swollen dick underneath you. "Someone's a little frisky?" he questioned, raising an eyebrow at you as his hands found your sides.

"No, someone has to get up," you said, leaning down and planting a soft kiss on his lips, "But I promise I'll see you later," you pushed the blankets off his legs, scooting down them and planting a soft kiss on the head of his cock. Shawn exhaled and crossed his arms behind his head, a grin growing on his lips.

"Promise?" he asked, his large hand reaching down to grab yours.

"Yes, Shawn, I promise," you smiled, hopping off the bed and pulling your underwear up your legs. Once you were back in last night's pyjamas, you gave him a little wave and tiptoed up to your room.

Collecting your things to go shower, your phone buzzed.

Shawn: I miss youuu

You laughed to yourself, growing confident that he was absolutely fucked for you. You responded with a winky face and got ready to face the day.

Sundays were pretty chilled out at the house. Everyone was just hanging around and getting their work done, playing video games in between. Shawn was stealing looks at you constantly, trying not to be too obvious. His hand snaking up your leg at the kitchen table threw you for a bit of a loop, but thankfully, no one saw.

Before everyone headed off to bed, Brian approached you.

"Hey, there's this guy in one of my classes who would be perfect for you. Do you want me to set something up?" he asked happily.

You saw Shawn shift in his seat beside you, clearly uncomfortable. Your heart sank, "Uh, that's okay, I'm actually not looking for anything right now," you said, trying your best to seem believable.

"Oh, uhh, why? He's, like, totally your type," Brian pressed, giving you the feeling he'd already told his friend you'd go.

"Brian, I-uh, I mean, no?" you trailed off, hoping he would drop it.

"I already said you'd be interested," he said, face wincing a little.

"Shit, you can't tell him I won't?" you asked.

"I really don't think I can get out of this one."

"Fuck, alright," you fell silent for a second, thinking about your options, "I'll go. But just one date, okay?" you said, already planning your excuse to leave early and never even get his number.

"Yeah, perfect. Friday night at eight," Brian said, apologizing and going upstairs. You turned to Shawn, who was intently reading his textbook, pretending to occupy himself.

"Shawn?"

"Hmmm?" he responded, seemingly uninterested.

"Shawn, I'm sorry, I couldn't shake him off," you whispered, your hand finding Shawn's back and giving it a little rub.

"Yeah, I heard. It's fine, honestly," he said as he wiggled away from your touch, snapping his book shut and collecting his stuff, "I'm just gonna go to bed now."

"Oh, okay, I'll join you?" you asked, eyebrows raising in his direction.

"Um, no, I think it would be best if you didn't," he said quietly, turning on his heel and retreating down the stairs.