Band One-Shots (Open!)

Comfort (Arin Ilejay)

  "God damn it, I'm tired of this, Kim!" I heard Arin yell from the other room. He and his wife Kimberly were having yet another argument, this time over him being on tour a lot and her not liking it.

  "Oh what, it's MY fault?" she shouted. "Fuck, I didn't fucking say that!" he said angrily.

  I heard footsteps stomp out of the house, followed by the front door slamming shut.

  If you're wondering why I was at their house for all this, it's cuz I'm Arin's closest female friend, and I was here to try to make him go out and socialize more.

  What Arin doesn't know, though, is that I'm madly in love with him, and I have been since I met him in middle school.

  I got up and hesitantly walked into his bedroom, where Arin was sitting on his bed looking furious.

  "You okay?" I asked, sitting beside him. He shook his head. "I'm so done with this, Alexandria.

  "She says she loves me and she'll support me through anything, and then flips the fuck out over something I HAVE to do!" I flinched when he yelled, and he made himself relax.

  "I'm sorry, Alex..." he sighed, placing his head in his hands, elbows on his knees, "I just don't know how much more of this I can take... I love her so much, but what if I picked the wrong woman to marry?"

  I looked down at my lap, allowing my long black hair to fall over my face as I thought, 'You mean the one that isn't me?'

  What I actually said was, "If you think she's wrong, listen to what your heart tells you is right."

  He groaned. "Please don't psychobabble me right now!" I laughed, and defensively said, "Hey man, it's the truth! If it's wrong you'll know it."

  Arin nodded and looked up at me. "Thank you, Alex. You're a really amazing friend." "I'm aware." I replied smugly, then kissed his cheek.

  As I moved my hand away, his hand shot up to keep my head in place. I stared at him with confusion, and he bit his lip as he glanced down at mine, then looked back into my eyes.

  I realized then what he was thinking. "No, no no no Arin you're mar-" Arin cut me off by gently pressing his lips to mine. I kissed back for a moment, then pulled away.

  "Arin, this is wrong, I can't let you do this to Kim." I said sadly. He shook his head and smirked at me, then kissed me again.

  I tried to pull away again. "Arin, we can't." I told him in a firm voice, "You're upset about Kim, and you don't want me."

  He chuckled. "Alexandria, when have I ever been a guy that really tries for something that means nothing?"

I was silent for a moment before saying, "Never..."

  Arin smiled. "Exactly. Now shut up and kiss me." I crashed my lips against his, and he softly placed one hand on the side of my face, keeping me in place.

  Our lips moved in perfect sync as his other hand went to the inside of my thigh, then began to tease me through my jeans. "Are you sure you want to do this?" I murmured against his lips.

  He answered by roughly pushing me backward onto the bed, climbing on top of me.

  I giggled as he reconnected our lips and slipped one hand up my shirt, resting it on my side. God, his touch drove me crazy.

  I made him sit up enough that I could pull of his shirt, which I then tossed somewhere in the room, I don't know where.

  Arin gripped the skin on my neck with his teeth and tugged on it, making me whimper with pleasure.

  "Just fuck me already..." I begged him. He tore my flannel off me, the buttons all popping off in the process.

  "You didn't like that shirt, did you?" Arin grinned at me wickedly, and I replied, "Not much."

  Arin leaned down and kissed me again, then yanked my jeans off, letting them drop to the carpet.

  I sat up and popped the button on his jeans, and helped pull them down so he could kick them off.

  He unclipped my bra and tore it away from me, at the same time creating a large hickey on my neck.

  I laid back down, pulling him on top of me once more, and felt his member poking the inside of my thigh.

  I palmed him through his boxers, and he grabbed the hem of my panties, so I lifted my hips slightly to allow him to pull them off.

  Arin quickly pulled off his boxers, grabbed my hips as he lined himself with my entry, then roughly pushed into me.

  "Jesus Arin!" I moaned, tugging on the back of his hair. He thrusted further into me as he leaned down to create another hickey on my neck, and I moaned once more when he kissed my sweet spot.

  Arin found a steady pace to thrust into me, the bed shaking beneath us. "H-harder." I mumbled, then crashed my lips against his.

  He started pounding into me, hitting my g-spot. "Yes, Arin yes!" I screamed, leaning my head up to his shoulder.

  Our breathing was hot and heavy, the air filled with our moans and panting. "I'm close." he growled against my neck, then bit it harshly. "Me too." I panted, reaching down to rub my clit.

  He pushed my hand away and started rubbing me fast, making the knot in my stomach tighter than I knew it could possibly be. He came shortly after I did, both of us screaming each other's names.

  Arin collapsed on top of me after giving a few more sloppy thrusts, breathing heavily. He kissed me as he pulled out of me, then laid down next to me.

  I snuggled up next to him, putting my head on his bare, sweaty chest and wrapping one arm around his torso. "Alexandria?" he whispered.

"Yeah?"

"I love you."

"I love you too."