The Stepbrother - Noah Centineo (COMPLETED)

Just for a minute.

Arielle's PoV

"Check these bad boys out." Noah stood in front of his bedroom mirror, flexing his muscles whilst I sat on the edge of his bed, waiting for him to calm down.
"Noah, come and drink this water." I spoke softly, watching as he pulled off his top, flexing his ab muscles. I licked my lips, taking my gaze off of him.
"Fine." He groaned, walking up to me and taking the glass out of my hands and downing it.
"Done." He grinned, placing it down on his bedside table before crawling into bed.

I got up, turning on his lamp and switching off the big light.
"Lay with me." He smiled.
"I can't." I shook my head. I knew they'd be home any second and I still had food in the oven.
"Just for a minute." He held his arms out, giving me puppy dog eyes. How could I say no to that face?
"Just for a minute." I nodded my head, jumping into the bed with him and cuddling up to his bare chest.
"Who were those people?" I asked.
"My friends." He answered.
"Are they the friends you got in a fight with?" I lifted my head off his chest and quirked an eyebrow at him.
"I only fought with Jude but we're cool now." He said.
"Ok." I didn't know what else to say. I couldn't tell him that his friends seemed like bad influences. It wasn't my place to do that. If he was happy hanging around with them, so be it.

There was a peaceful silence between the two of us as Noah's hand stroked up and down my arm and my index finger tracing circles on his bare chest.
"I should go and check on the food." I spoke softly, pecking Noah's chest.
"Help me up." He said as I managed to get up myself.
"Are you coming down with me?" I asked.
"I don't want to be up here on my own." He laughed.
"Put a top on first." I rolled my eyes playfully, picking out a clean top from his wardrobe and tossing it at him.

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"So..." I started, swallowing my mouthful of burger.
"Bora bora, what days are we going?" I asked our parents who had now been home for about half an hour.
"Monday through to Saturday." Kelly answered.
"So a whole week?" Noah asked.
"Yeah." My Dad nodded.
"Did you manage to book the week off work?" Dad asked me.
"I told them earlier. They got a little funny about it but I got the week off." I smiled.
"That's good." He nodded his head.
"Have you?" Kelly turned to her son.
"I wasn't working today." Noah was trying his best to sound sober. I don't think they had their suspicions yet.
"I'll tell them tomorrow." He added, taking a big bite out of his burger, his eyes lazy from his drunken state.
I fought back a laugh and shoved a chip into my mouth, instantly regretting it as it burnt the top of my mouth. Don't worry, I played it off cool.
"Did you guys hear about the carnival tomorrow night?" Kelly asked, cutting up her burger. Who in their right state of mind eats a burger with a knife and fork? Maybe I'm just gross and eat it with my hands.
"Carnival?" My Dad asked.
"Yeah, there's this winter carnival down the pier from 4 till 10 tomorrow night. You two should go, I reckon you'd enjoy it." Kelly looked between Noah and I. I don't think Noah was listening much as he seemed confused about the whole conversation.
"I don't know. Spending that much time with each other on carnival rides..." I began.
"We might end up pushing each other off of them." I snickered. If anything, I'd love to go tomorrow night.
"I'm sure you'll be fine." Kelly laughed. Yeah, I'm sure we will. More than fine in fact.

Nothing more was said at dinner other than a few thank yous for cooking dinner tonight.
Dad and Kelly took our plates from us, loading them up in the dishwasher.
I watched Noah stumble up from the table, heading towards the hallway. The food should sober him up soon.
I let out a small sigh, getting up from the table myself and heading up to my room.

As I walked in, I jumped at the sight of Noah laying on my bed, a small smirk playing at the corner of his mouth.
"What are you doing in here?" I whispered, shutting my door.
"What does it look like I'm doing?" He asked, pulling my blankets over his body and closing his eyes.
"You can't sleep in here." I laughed, walking over to my bed and tugging the blankets back. He groaned, covering his face with his hands.
"I'm tired, baby." His voice was cute. I don't think he had ever called me that but my god... I felt like melting in a little heap on the floor.
"N-Noah." I coughed, regaining myself.
"Mmm." He mumbled.
"If our parents see you sleeping in my bed, we're screwed." I giggled. I don't think he really ever thinks about the consequences of us being together.
"Oh well." He shrugged his shoulders, sitting himself up so that he was on his knees, slowly crawling across my bed and towards me.
"Hug me." He wrapped his arms around my waist, nuzzling his head into my stomach. I smiled, my hands brushing through his hair.
"Hold on." I pulled back from his grip, walking over to my record player and putting on a chill 70s album.
The music filled our ears as I turned on my heel and walked back to Noah.
"Come on then." I spoke quietly, my knees now going either side of his torso as he laid back, grinning up at me.
"You and your olden times music." He chuckled.
"You love it." I winked, leaning down and pressing our foreheads together.

Noahs hands were riding up my top, sitting on my waist.
"You have very smooth skin." He grinned.
I pulled back, sitting up so I was sitting on him, and I brought my hand up to his face, stroking it.
"I could say the same for you but this little fucker is stopping that." I stroked my index finger over the small bit of stubble that was growing. He looked good with stubble.
"Little fucker? This is 22 years of work right here." He laughed.
"And it looks great." I said.
"It better." He snickered, his hands slowly moving up from my waist and sitting just below my bra... well, where my bra would be if I was wearing one.
I tucked my hair behind my ear, smiling down at him.
"You still drunk?" I asked.
"A little." He shrugged his shoulders.
"I feel good though." He added.
"Just you wait until the morning." I smirked.
"I don't get hangovers. I'm not like you, love." He whispered. His hands had now moved up and around to my back, probably feeling for something. Suddenly they moved back round, one of his hands slowly sliding up between my breasts. My breath hitched in my throat and he noticed that.
"Are you naked under this shirt, Arielle?" He quirked an eyebrow.
"Aren't you?" I threw the question back at him.
"You know what I mean." He laughed, using his other hand to lift up my top but I smacked his hand away.
"Hands to yourself, Mr." I laughed.