An ill mouthed girl with a fiery temper and bad attitude comes across a blonde headed stranger in her bed whilst covered in something strange. His friends are just like brothers and family soon becomes a tight nation to them all as Sloan grows close...
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Slash
Though my luggage was small, the bag was unbearably heavy and weighing down my shoulder. I'd only brought a pair of jeans and some leather pants, the shirt and shoes upon my body already. I had on my usual red booty shorts - as Sloan called them - and the leather jacket, a pair of stolen and shitty sneakers upon my feet. The guitar case was by far the lightest accessory I had and I was thankful for that, carrying it with my good hand as the backpack rested upon my broken hands shoulder. After yesterday and the exciting - but fucking smelly and gross - car ride, Anthony had suggested we all come back to stay with him. "It'll set you straight, son." He said as I'd returned from the bathroom, refreshed from my fix. I nodded in agreement and wandered off to my room, Sloan already waiting on the bed.
But now, clambering toward the passport checks, I couldn't help but dread this fucking plane ride. It wasn't that I was scared to fly - that aspect didn't bother me at all - it was more or less the fact that none of us really wanted to go to London anymore and we especially didn't want to stay with my fucking dad.
*
"Dear God, shut up." She smiled, laughing softly. "You aren't funny." I scoffed, rolling my eyes with a genuine grin stretched upon my cheeks.
"Oh?" I contradicted, cockily. "You laugh at every joke I crack, sweetheart, don't pull that card." She had her legs draped over mine, hair thrown in some sort of weird concoction as her head rested against the window. I'd discovered she had a small fear of flying, and so I'd attempted to lighten the situation with my unbearable, side-splitting humour. "But you know what is funny?"
"Surprise me, Hudson." She smirked.
"That fucking hair." I ruffled the mop upon her head and she gasped, swatting me away with a simple chuckle. I smiled back sweetly, holding both hands down by her side before leaning closer and tugging her hair from its tie, allowing it to flow across her shoulders beautifully. I grinned, nodding my head and bunched my own curls back, a low ponytail that allowed the shorter hair at the sides and front of my face to frame the stretched, smiling cheeks. She rolled her eyes but didn't protest as I let go of her wrists, removing the hair from her face as she huffed in annoyance.
"Asshole." She mumbled.
"Anal?" I joked, sounding completely serious. Her eyes widened, quickly glancing around to see how many passengers heard my question. And so, like the wonderful man I was, I decided to yell out the horrifyingly mortifying inquiry. "Sloan, did you say you want Anal or Oral?" I shouted. She removed her legs from mine, turning away with an irritated expression and hidden smile.
"Shut up." She chuckled, "There are kids on this damned plane!"
"You need to answer me, then. Just as loud." She scoffed and shook her head. "Well, I'll get louder and louder then, sweetheart." I winked, shrugging. "Anal?" I yelled at the top of my lungs. The amount of eyes penetrating a hole into my head was sending my mind into a soft panic but as Sloans response came just as fucking volumised, the unsettlement disregarded itself.
"Anal, please." She screamed, laughing gently. "With a side of a blowjob." I giggled like a little child - it was fun to make the public really fucking uncomfortable - and glanced back toward an elderly couple who - instead of frowning like stubborn assholes - were smiling and shaking their heads in amusement. Maybe we'd grow old like them, reminiscing on the the shit we got up to as members of youth.
An awkward looking- very suggestively clothed - air hostess wandered over, clearing her throat and fiddling with her fingers. She refused to meet neither mine nor Sloans eyes, staring directly at the floor and mumbling something she was obviously forced into doing. "I'm sorry to bother you both - you're a lovely couple, by the way - but I'm afraid you can't shout those things." She said. "On a plane, with children especially."
"They've gotta learn someday." Sloan shrugged, shoving a handful of some sort of sweets into her mouth. She offered me a few and I nodded, reaching over as she pushed the skittles between my teeth, smiling in offering. I grinned back and spun around to face the woman with large tits - which were, by the way, in my fucking face.
"Well, again, sorry to bother you both, but I've been instructed to warn you to not be disruptive to the passengers." I stared at her tits; surely she was a double D. Perhaps an E. They really were huge.
"Do you work out?" I asked, completely interrupting their conversation. I just had to know how they stayed so... perky. "You must work out." The girl blushed a deep red, taking a step back silently.
"Oh my god." Sloan mumbled. "I can't take you anywhere." And then I felt a smack on the back of my head and I groaned, clutching the spot she'd decided to attempt to assault me on. "I'm so sorry-"
"What are you? A double D? E?" She sort of shrunk and took another nervous step backward, shaking her head.
"I-um-"
"Don't answer him." Sloan sighed. "He's being a horny fuck." I was. I was so very horny that I didn't really know what to do with myself. Did I jerk off in the bathroom? Did I get Sloan to give me a blow under a jacket or some shit? I'd never been in this situation before. And it was so public. I just needed to release my sexual tension soon.
"Alright, alright. Our bad, it won't happen again." I grumbled. "Please, just fuck off." She squeaked and rushed away, completely beet red and discombobulated, but I didn't care. I turned to Sloan with an extremely lustful gaze, hoping she'd reflect it.
"What the fuck." She growled. "Keep it in your pants, Hudson. We've got another two whole ass hours yet." I groaned in defeat, slouching in the chair uncomfortably before giving her a taste of her own medicine, throwing my legs over her thigh and smirking at her annoyed yet silent reaction.
"C'mon, man." I groaned. "Let's go to the fuckin' toilet."
"I'm not sucking your dick."
"Please."
"Fuck me." She sighed. "Whatever, let's go."
a/n I'm so sorry how shitty these past few chapters have been! I've got writers block at the moment and so it's not letting me provide my best work, but I'm trying to keep publishing parts <3
