Shoot Your Shot (Hockey/Fratboy Shawn AU)

Part Four

His eyes roam your body out of habit, taking in your towel clad figure before he shakes his head lightly and looks back up at you, murmuring. "Sorry," He pauses scratching the back of his neck and taking a small step towards you. "Can I come in?"
You stare at him a moment, and his eyes linger across your neck taking in all the bruises he had left there just the night prior. You scoff and go to close the door, but his hand shoots out quickly and you jam his finger in the door by accident. "Damn it," He hisses, grabbing his finger to asses the damage. "Fuck that hurt."
"I would say sorry," You start, his eyes shooting to stare at you and take in the first words you have said to him tonight. "But, I'm not."
He shifts his weight onto his right foot and leans a hand on your doorway. You see his eyes begin to roll, but he quickly stops himself and clears his throat, looking down at you. "Please y/n," He pleads placing his other hand on the door and applying a bit of pressure to entice you into opening it. "Let me in, I really want to talk to you."
"And I want you to fuck off Shawn, guess we both aren't getting what we want tonight." You say, applying a bit more pressure to the door to push it an inch further in his direction.
He does the same, and pushes it a little towards you, bending his head down a bit to get closer to you, and it takes every ounce of self control for you not to slam the door shut and break his neck. "I'm begging you, honey."
You grab your towel, and adjust it, pulling it up a bit more and securing it tighter under your arm before punching him in the shoulder. It wasn't as hard as you could hit him, but it definitely wasn't feather light either. He grunts, shoulder falling back a bit, allowing you to gain a couple inches on the door, pushing it towards him. "Don't call me that." You snap at him, your eyes narrowing.
He sighs and puts a foot in the doorway to keep you from moving the door any further, "I'll wait out here all night y/n, you know I will."
You shrug your shoulders and push your hair back over your shoulder, "Fine by me, see you in the morning," You pause looking up at his now slightly irritated face, "As long as Geoff doesn't get to you before I do."
His eyes widen and he peeks his head into the room, chin brushing over your head a bit and you place both your hands on his broad chest, pushing him out of the room. "Is he here?"
You roll your eyes and cross your arms over your chest, "Why, you scared?" He glares down at you and you tsk at him, "If I were you, I wouldn't be looking at me like that right now, especially since you need something from me."
He throws his head back and groans, "Can you stop being so damn stubborn for one damned minute?" He looks down at you and his expression softens, eyes roaming over your face. "How about you go shower, and I'll wait out here. Let me know when you're finished."
You nod and grab his wrist, pulling it from the door and closing it most of the way. "Just so you know, I'm most likely not going to let you in at all, so save yourself the trouble and find your way out once I lock the door."
Your shower is anything but peaceful. Your mind keeps replaying the situation with Shawn over and over again, and is struggling to decide whether or not to let him in. On one side, you're telling yourself that after what he did to not only you, but your friendship with Brian, he deserves nothing other than to be ignored. Yet, on the other hand, you are reminding yourself of Geoff and how he lost his best friend because of you. There's no happy middle ground in this situation and that's exactly why, you find yourself -almost a half an hour later- allowing Shawn into your dorm room.
You open the door slowly, hair dripping down your back and a brush in hand. You look across the hall to see Shawn quickly scrambling to his feet and walking towards you. He looks down at you with a straight face and you leave the door slightly ajar, walking back into the room.
Quickly, he walks into the room, shutting the door behind him, afraid that if he were to take too long you would change your mind and lock him out again. You're in the middle of brushing your hair and flipping the tv on when Shawn makes himself comfortable in your desk chair, swiveling around to face you.
He watches on as you brush your hair and you sigh, annoyed. "What do you have to say Shawn?"
He opens his mouth and quickly closes it thinking of how to present his next words, knowing they'll make or break this situation. "I'm so, incredibly sorry y/n. For everything."
You scoff, setting your hairbrush on your vanity and flipping your hair over to throw it into a bun. "What exactly does everything include?"

"Everything." He states, surely as he stands up to walk over to you. You stand up straight and lean your head back to look at him. "Everything that has happened between me and you since day one. I am so, so very sorry for all of it."
Your eyes scan over his face, sincerity written all over it. You move around him and sit on your bed, pulling a blanket over your legs. "I don't believe you. Not even one bit Shawn."
You see his face fall and he walks across the room to grab your chair and pulls it over to sit right in front of you. "What can I say to make you believe it y/n? Because, I really, truly do."
You bite your lip and look down at your hands, a bit uncomfortable with how intensely Shawn is staring at you. "I don't know what you can say to make me believe you, because honestly, no words that you will ever say to me will make up for how you've treated me Shawn. Especially not after the fucking stunt you pulled last night."
He shifts in his seat and leans his elbows down onto his knees to get them to stop bouncing before speaking, "I can explain last night."
You laugh and stare back at him with a frown on your face, "I'd love to see you fucking try."
He runs a hand through his hair and his knee begins to bounce again. "I didn't know that Charles was video-"
"I don't fucking care about the god damned video Shawn!" You cut him off, shooting up from the bed to pace around the room. His eyes widen and he leans back in the chair, turning to watch you walk. "Do you not get it? What I care about is the fucking bet! And the flirty touches, the pet names, all the blackmailing schemes you've pulled on me." He flinches at the tone of your voice and starts to speak, but you quickly cut him off. "You know," You say, pausing your walking to lean on the back of the couch and stare him down. "I haven't had a lot of time to myself to think about the stunt you pulled last night honey, but I did have enough time to realise that even after everything you've put me through, im not sad. I'm fucking furious with you Shawn, I hate you."
His eyes are wide as he watches you yell at him, and he waits a moment after you've finished to make sure he can talk. "I-I don't know what to say y/n, there's really no excuse."
Crossing your arms over your chest you laugh at him, "Of course there's not Shawn! There's no excuse for a grown ass man to be harassing a defenseless girl, pushing her into walls and holding her there, shoving her onto the floor after she yells at you for trying to sleep with her for a bet, a fucking bet Shawn!" You're full on yelling at this point, walking towards him as you talk and pointing your finger in his face. You're surprised he hasn't snapped yet, or pushed you into a wall and told you to quiet down.
He stands up from the chair in a way of standing his ground, and puts on his serious face. "I tried to come in here and be Mr. Nice Guy, but I'm not going to just sit here and have you yell at me when I came here to make things okay."
"Go the fuck ahead then!" You scream, throwing your hands up for emphasis. "I'm all ears if you think there's an excuse for your behavior, I'd just love to hear it! Because to me, it just seems like you enjoy being a bastard."
A tiny growl escapes his lips at your words, eyes darkening and his body moving to grab onto yours. He leads you over to the door and pushes you against it. You roll your eyes and mockingly say, "Wish I could say I'm shocked that you pushed me up against the door, but I saw this coming from a mile away Shawn, you're too predictable. Let me guess! Next you're going to wrap your hands up in-"
His lips smash against yours, silencing you and you quickly shove him away with every ounce of strength you have in you. He goes stumbling back and falls onto the couch, leaving you there, face hot with anger and blood boiling. You're full on screaming at this point, "Why the hell, do you find it okay to come in here with your half assed apology, and shove me into the wall and fucking force yourself onto me?"
His face mirrors yours, red with anger as he leans back into the couch and throws his hands up, yelling back at you. "Because it's you, y/n! It's fucking you!"
You stop yourself from yelling once again and a tiny, broken "what" leaves your mouth.
He sighs and rests a hand on the back of the sofa, "I'm not saying that I'm in love with you, or even that I want to be with you, but there's just something about you that draws me to you." He pauses, and looks up at you, giving you a chance to butt in but you just allow him to continue talking. "After seeing how wrecked you were last night after what, what I did to you, I just knew. I knew that I couldn't go on knowing you hated me so deeply, and it's taking all my pride to admit this to you, but I need you, y/n. I need you to be okay with me, I need you to not hate me, even if it's a lie, tell me you don't."
You slowly make your way over to sit on the opposite side of the couch, facing him with your legs tucked under you. Words stuck in your throat, your mind is racing to figure out how to respond to this boy who is sat in front of you, a look of desperation obvious on his face after he just spilled his guts to you. You look up at him to see he is already looking directly at you, "Please, just say something," He pleads, squeezing his eyes shut, "Anything."
You swallow, and speak softly, "I really don't know what to say to you."
His eyes widen and a tight lipped smile stretches across his face, "that's fine, just say exactly what you're thinking!"
"I mean, I just don't get it," You pause watching as his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. He gestures for you to continue, "You say you feel this way about me, and all this time you've been treating me how you have. I just don't get it."
He chuckles softly and slowly reaches out to grab your hand, "You don't have to forgive me, you don't even have to feel for me as I do for you. I just need you to tell me you don't hate me. There's no explanation for what I did to you," He whispers, tracing small circles into the back of your shaking hand. It's almost funny how a couple minutes ago he was the one shaking, listening to you yell at him, yet now here you are shaking as he gently whispers his thoughts to you. "And you're right, there's no way for me to make up for what I did, or be able to take any of it back, I know. But I know, honey. I know that I really fucked up yesterday and even today at the rink, talking about you like that. I am so, beyond sorry for ever treating you as less than you're worth. You are worth so much to me, and to see you crying last night all because of me, I knew."
You bite your lip, your mind scattering ideas here and there, wandering back to things he has said to you over the years and thinking to yourself, 'Is this all the truth, do I believe him?' So, taking a deep breath you look at him and keep your face straight, "Just tell me," You murmur, gripping his hand.
He leans into the couch to get closer to you and replies, "Tell you what?"
"Just tell me, that you aren't lying to me," You shakily reply, taking a deep breath before meeting his gaze. "Tell me that everything is going to be okay from now on, tell me you mean what you're saying. Just tell me you didn't mean anything you've said or done to me in the past."
"I mean every single last word I've said to you honey. Everything in the past, none of it was really meant to hurt you, only to get under your skin a bit. I never intended on letting myself get this far with you, never intended on letting myself hurt you. I never wanted to let myself become this person you see me as, and I think apologizing to you is the best way to take a step forward into who I want to be, for you."
You pull your hand from his and place it in your lap, looking down at it. Shawn lets out a sound of displeasure as you do so and pulls his hand back over to himself. Your heart is wild, beating to an unsteady rhythm and jumping here and there, and you feel like you're on cloud nine. Nothing anyone has ever said to you has had an effect as strong as the words Shawn just let slip, and you begin to let your walls down. There's something that feels so wrong, about being with Shawn that it almost feels right. In no way, are you going to forget the way Shawn treated you, but with the way he is currently treating you, you find yourself willing to forgive.
"I forgive you." You breath out, almost inaudibly. You can tell he is beyond happy to hear that, because his eyes immediately light up, but he keeps his mouth shut. "But, I will never forget the way you've treated me Shawn, ever. This is your only chance, so please for the love of god, don't fuck it up."
He throws his head back and a big smile breaks out across his face, his body practically radiating pure happiness. His eyes flick over to see you sitting there, a look of mixed confusion and worry blatantly plastered upon your face. "Come here." He speaks, nudging your knee with his hand, and holding it out, palm up for you to grab. You take it, cautiously and let him lead you over to his side of the couch. You sit directly next to him, and he leans down into an odd position, wrapping both arms around you.
His steady breath is hitting your shoulder as you sit there, placing a hand over his arm to move it so you can turn and face him. He looks at you confused, but is quick to keep his mouth shut when you begin to lean up into him. His eyes widen as you come closer to him, face serious. "Seriously, don't fuck this up. I'm putting myself completely out there right now for you Shawn, and I don't know if that's the right thing to do, but I fucking did it, and I do not want to regret it."
Your hand finds a home on his chest as you bring your mouth closer to his, "You won't regret this honey, I promise you." He whispers on your lips, hand going for your hip as he moves his head down the rest of the way to capture your mouth in his.
This kiss is much different than the one the two of you shared last night. This kiss makes your head all dizzy and your mind feel like cotton candy has replaced it. His lips are firm, and soft against yours, much how you remember them. The taste of peppermint is on his tongue from the gum he had been chewing on, and his hands were big and smooth as they held onto you gently. Slowly, his hands made their way under your thighs and helped guide you on top of him, straddling his waist. His face was now level with your chest, and he was craning his neck up to kiss at your collarbones. He left wet, hot, open mouthed kissed all across your skin and up your neck before biting at your bottom lip and forcing a moan out of you.
There's a slight rumble in his chest as he holds your waist tightly. "Sound so pretty for me honey." He rasps, causing another moan to tumble from your lips, however he is quick to capture it with his lips, pulling your head down to meet his. You lightly buck your hips into his, a groan escaping him as he throws his head back, leaving his pretty neck exposed for you.
Quickly, you duck your head down and attach your lips to it, determined to leave marks of your own on him. You start at the base of his neck, moving up slowly, leaving a trail of dark purple marks. The sounds he makes as you do so are heavenly that you never want to stop, but his hands trailing under your shirt begins to distract you.
"Wanna make up for last night," He whispers into your ear, peeling your nightshirt off your body. "Wanna make you feel good."
You let out an audible moan at his words and he buries his face into your cleavage, leaving more, fresh bruises along with the ones already there. Your hands curl into his hair and tug softly, quiet moans of his name leaving your lips. "How the hell did we get here?"
His hands go to unclip your bra and throw it onto the coffee table behind you, his pupils dilating at the sight of your bare breasts, perky and just begging to be touched. His hips buck up into your clothed heat and a loud moan slips past your parted lips as he wraps his own around your nipple, biting gently. Your grip in his hair grows tighter and he lets out a growl. "Gripping my hair so hard already, dunno how your gonna act when my face is buried between those pretty thighs of yours."
You gasp at his words as he picks you up and carries you over to your bed, laying you down before bringing his mouth back up to yours. He places a chaste kiss on your lips and slips his hand into your night pants, tugging them down your legs. You reach down to grab the bottom of his shirt and tug at it, signalling for him to take it off. He complies, and pulls away from you to do so before attack your neck with wet kisses. You reach for his belt, but he swats your hand away, leaning over your face to talk to you. "Just let me treat you right, don't want anything from you. It's all about you honey."
Your eyes shut at the feeling of his lips travelling down your stomach, making their way towards the waistband of your underwear. His fingers ghost over your center, a gasp leaving your lips accompanied by your hips bucking up into his hand. He places a hand flat against your hip and pushes you into the bed, "Stay still for me."
His head dips down and his lips kiss at your right knee, head slowly making its way up the inside of your thigh and lips sucking purple marks into the sweet skin. His mouth is about to reach where you want him, when he makes his way over to your other knee. A moan of desperation leaves your mouth and your hand shoots out to reach for something to hold onto. He grabs your hand in his and squeezes gently, making his way up your other leg. Your thighs are already shaking when he licks a stripe up your covered slit, an embarrassingly loud moan falling from your lips. He chuckles and pulls his head away to look at you, "So fuckin' wet for me."
Your breathing is shaky as he hooks his fingers in the band of your underwear, luckily you had put on a cute pair. His eyes never leave yours and he pulls them down your legs and helps you kick them to the side. Slowly, his eyes scan down your body taking in every inch you have to offer, before he runs his palms up the tops of your thighs. He looks down at your glistening cunt and lets out a low moan. "Look so pretty like this, just for me."
You whimper and he looks back up at you once more, licking his lips before going in. His lips go right to your clit, sucking it into his mouth before leaning down to lick from your entrance up to your clit, tongue circling it teasingly slow. Your hands weave into his curls, pulling lightly at them, your back arching off the bed. You pull particularly hard in one place and a groan leaves his mouth, vibrating against your heat. A whine leaves your lips, and his head shoots up to look at you, a growl leaving his parted lips. You grab at his hair, pushing him back down onto you but not before he says, "Wanna hear you, don't hold back."
He grips the back of your thighs and pushes you further up your bed, so your back is leaning on the head board. His body follows and he lays on his stomach in front of you, wasting no time getting back to work. He pushes one finger into you and curls it up, a gasp leaving your lips, hands pulling at his hair. Your moans are filling the air, accompanied by crude sucking sound coming from Shawn's attack on your clit.
"Shawn, right there. Right there!" You call out when he adds another finger and curls it in just the right way. He hums against you and his fingers quicken their pace, tongue keeping its rhythm.
He can tell you're close by the way your hips are jutting forwards and your moans are growing louder, the occasional call of his name has him hooked. You look down to see him rutting his hips into the mattress to gain some sort of relief and the sight of him, completely wrecked for you throws you over the edge. You're throbbing beneath his relentless touch, tongue helping milk you through your orgasm, waves of pleasure rolling over your body and slipping from your lips. His fingers take the place of his tongue, rubbing you gently and his eyes look up at you. Your head is leaning back against your headboard, mouth parted as you moan for him, eyes squeezed shut. He leans up to kiss at your neck, fingers slowing against your pulsing heat. He leans back from you to stare at you and you watch as he brings his fingers to his mouth, licking every last drop of you from his fingers.
You let out one final moan at the sight, and he stands up from the bed. You furrow your brows and reach out to grab his tattooed forearm.
He turns to look at you and leans down to press a kiss to the top of your head. "Where are you going?" He gently pulls from your grasp and leans down to unbuckle his belt, pushing his jeans down his legs and standing in front of you in just his boxers, his length hard and struggling against the thin fabric. You reach out for him, and he pushes your hand away, motioning for you to move over on the bed. You do so, confused and he settles into the covers next to you. Wrapping an arm around your waist he tugs you into him, holding you flush against him.
"Don't you want me to take care of this?" You smirk, reaching into his boxers and taking his member in your hand.
His body tenses, a hiss leaving his lips as he ruts his hips into your hand, "You don't have to."
You kiss at his shoulder and grip his base, "I want to."
You whisper into his ear, his hand flying up to cover his eyes as he moans. "Gonna be the fucking death of me."
He whines, leaning down to kiss you. You laugh lightly and pull your lips from him, tucking your head under his chin, and snuggling into his chest, hand picking up a steady rhythm. "At least you'll die happy."