House of Boys

Part 12

You woke up to a very large, very sleepy boy wrapped around you. God, was he ever clingy. His arm had you in a death-grip and his legs locked yours in place, preventing you from any form of movement. You put your hand over Shawn's, patting his swallow tattoo and trying to turn around to face him.

"Shawn," you whispered, attempting to twist a bit in his hold.

"Mmmmm?" he mumbled into your neck, half asleep.

"Shawn, get up!" you whispered, successfully turning around and nuzzling into his chest. Tilting your head up, you were greeted by two chocolate-brown eyes opening up and meeting your gaze. A lazy smile graced Shawn's face as he remembered the events of last night.

"Mornin'," he mumbled, squeezing you a little tighter against his bare body.

"Morning, Shawn," you said, inching up a bit to plant a little peck on his grin, "We gotta get up."

"No, we don't," he said, closing his eyes and covering his yawn with his hand.

"Shawn, as much as you don't wanna face them, we have to get up," your stomach was in a knot, realizing that all the guys had heard what was going on in your room last night. Hiding out all day would only make the situation worse.

He let go of you, rolling out of bed and reaching for his underwear. He stood to put them on, giving you a full view of his muscular back and cute little butt above his thick thighs. You pulled on some sweats and headed downstairs, followed by the clingy teddy bear that was now your sort-of boyfriend. Luckily, no one was awake yet, so you and Shawn had a little while to think about what you were going to say.

"Why don't we just tell them the truth?" you asked, confused by Shawn's keenness to make up excuses.

"Babe, you don't understand. I've been pining after you forever. They're gonna make jokes, they're gonna roast me, fuck, they might even roast you. I don't need that," he said, popping some bread in the toaster.

"They won't be, like, happy for you?" you asked, still perplexed that everyone had known about Shawn's not-so-little crush except for you.

You heard a floorboard creak above you, causing you to snap your head toward the direction of the stairs. Ian and Brian were on their way down, Matt shuffling about in his room. You closed your eyes, dreading what was to come.

"Well well well, if it isn't the woman of the night herself," Ian spoke, crossing his arms and looking you up and down.

"Yeah, whatever, guys," you trailed off, failing to meet their burning gazes.

"Come on, we're not gonna give you shit. Glad you're so comfortable in our house, actually," Brian pressed, a giggle erupting in Ian's throat, "So, who's the lucky guy?" Brian asked.

You scrunched your nose, not quite understanding the question. Lifting your head, you could see Shawn looking at you with a slight smirk on his lips, his eyes wide open. What the hell? They didn't know it was Shawn in there?

"What do you mean?" you asked, in denial of their obliviousness.

"You must've kicked him out pretty early, it's only eight in the morning. Aren't you gonna tell us who it was?" Brian stared at you expectantly.

Holy shit. Maybe it did make sense, they hadn't seen Shawn enter or leave your room, and they couldn't tell his moans from any other guy's. They genuinely don't know who you slept with last night. You looked back at Shawn, who was still staring at you in shock.

"You don't know him," you said, turning on your heel to grab some orange juice out of the fridge.

Matt was downstairs now, joining in on the conversation. All the guys were gossiping about it, throwing names around about who it could have been in hopes of getting a reaction out of you.

"Guys, stop! I'm not gonna say," you said, giggling, "I'm already embarrassed enough."

"You shouldn't be, it sounded like whoever it was must have been having a great time," Ian pressed, causing Shawn's face to turn completely red. Shawn let out a cough, turning his head to somewhat escape the situation. Your face faltered as you looked over to him, praying the subject would be changed soon. To your dismay, Brian seemed to be catching on.

He looked from you to Shawn and then back to you again, finally opening his mouth to say something, "Wait a minute, is there something you're not telling us?"

"Hmm?" you perked up, trying to play it off.

"Shawn, where were you last night?" Ian asked as your head fell into your hands. Here we fucking go.

"I, I, uhhh, I was out," Shawn said, crossing his arms and failing to make eye contact with anyone.

"Out?" Brian chirped, raising his eyebrows.

"Yeah, out."

"Out, like, of the house, or out of your room and in someone else's?" Ian asked, beginning to make sense of everything. Thinking quickly, Shawn began babbling uncontrollably.

"I went out after I got home because realized she was with someone, like that," he said, motioning over to you, "I couldn't bear the thought of her being with another man," Oh my fucking God. Were they seriously going to fall for this? "You guys know how I feel about her. I couldn't listen to it," Shawn said, pleading with them.

"Holy shit, dude, I'm sorry," Brian said, looking at Shawn, "Wait, does she know? Do you know?" he said, looking over to you. This could not be real.

"Know what? Shawn, what is it?" you asked frantically, trying to remain in character.

"I, fuck, I'm like, I'm in love with you," Shawn said, looking at you from across the kitchen and standing up to walk over in your direction, "I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner," you could see him trying to hold back laughter. This had to be believable.

"Oh my God, Shawn, I had no idea," you said, looking over to the rest of them, "How long?"

"Forever," Shawn said, looking down at his feet. The guys had their hands covering their mouths, looking back and forth between you and Shawn. They were eating this up. Idiots.

"Oh my God. Why didn't you tell me?" you asked, stringing this along a little further. Shawn was tapping his foot against the floor, fidgeting with his fingers.

"I was terrified. I'm sorry, sorry I didn't say anything and I'm sorry I've been a dick to you," he said, voice turning solemn, "I just, I like you so much."

You looked from Shawn to the guys, speaking to them now, "Umm, can you guys maybe give us a minute?" you asked, hoping they just would get up and leave. Your prayers were answered as Brian sprung from his seat, the others following him upstairs to leave you and Shawn alone.

The second they were out of sight, the two of you burst into laughter, completely in disbelief that you were able to pull that off.

"Shawn, what the fuck now?" you whispered, wondering how you were going to hide it any longer.

"I honestly have no fucking idea," he said as he gasped for air, trying to keep his giggles quiet.