House of Boys

Part 14

Shawn had been a little more clingy than usual in the past few days, and you knew it was because your landlord had finished up with the renovations. He insisted you sleep in his bed every night, and had a hard time saying goodbye when you left for classes. His hands were always touching you and grabbing at you, and the guys all teased him for it. He didn't seem to mind, though.

You could tell he was worried to lose you because the sex was different, too. It was less heated, but more needy and passionate lately, and you weren't complaining.

"Shawn, it's just a few streets over, calm down," you groaned, peeling his heavy body from yours. He had you pinned down on the couch, laying on top of you to keep you in place.

"Mmmm, no!" he teased, clinging to you as his hands dug into your sides.

"Shawn, oww!" you yelped, causing him to loosen his grip so you could wiggle out from underneath him.

You'd begun packing your stuff up, retrieving clothes and textbooks from both your bedroom and Shawn's. You tried your best to do it when he wasn't home in hopes of not upsetting him at the thought of you moving out, but it was kind of inevitable.

You'd stacked the last of your binders when your phone rang, displaying your landlord's name across the screen.

"Hello?" you answered.

"Hey, renos are done," he spoke coldly, "It's lookin' really good, so rent's goin' up two hundred."

Your face fell as you bit your nail, heart dropping at the thought of no longer being able to afford the room you were renting.

"Two hundred?" you questioned, turning toward your door to find a familiar redhead standing there, arms crossed.

He raised his eyebrows at you, pointing to the phone in your hand. You covered the microphone and mouthed, "I got it."

"No, hang up now," Brian insisted, taking a step toward you.

"Umm, I'm gonna have to call you back," you confusedly stated, ending the call before your landlord could reply, "What?" you asked Brian, sitting down on the bed.

"You're not paying an extra two hundred dollars a month to live in that hellhole, dude," he shook his head, "Tell him you're not moving back."

You blinked at him, wondering why he was so persistent.

Speaking slowly, you questioned him, "Brian, are you, are you asking me to-"

He threw his hands up as if to surrender, cutting you off completely. "Okay, we like having you here. And Shawn likes it, and if you move out, he might actually die," he joked, sitting down on the bed next to you.

"Yeah, but this is such a guy's house. You all need your space. Aren't you tired of pulling my hair out of the drain?" you teased, tilting your head at Brian.

"C'mon. You've been my best friend for like, ever. And you get along with my other friends, and you're dating the one you literally hated just a few weeks ago. Just stay," he pressed, pulling you in for a side-hug. "The rent here's cheaper," he spoke into your hair, causing you to giggle.

You pulled away, nodding in agreement. "Okay, I'll call him back and tell him he's shit outta luck," you smiled as Brian stood up, leaving your room to head downstairs.

You decided to wait a bit to tell Shawn, at least until you had your thoughts straight. He soon came bursting through the door, hands hanging in the straps of his little backpack. You darted down the stairs and he met you at the bottom, gripping your waist and pulling you in for a kiss. You pulled away, but his hand quickly found the back of your head and kept you in place. He parted his lips, desperately trying to slip his tongue into your mouth, but was failing because of your uncontrollable giggles.