roommates ✧ shawmila

chapter 13: control

"Your dick?" Jack stared at Camila for a long moment before bursting into laughter. "Okay, I didn't see that coming." 

Neither did she—hardly had the words left her lips when she shut her mouth, turning away from him and cursing the absence of a filter between her brain and mouth.

Should've thought twice before speaking. Luckily for her, the boy looked, on the whole, unbothered, continuing sipping on the strangely colored drink in his hand.

"Don't worry too much about it, it's all right." He grinned at her embarrassed expression. "However, it's not up anymore, so your answer is invalid."  Surprisingly, his behaviour was completely different from the pleading, shaking boy she remembered from the car. 

Camila was still unable to form a proper response after her obviously improper one, so she stayed silent, staring straight ahead at pretty much nothing.

Jack continued drinking whatever the hell he was drinking, the corners of his full lips quirked into a smile at the edges of the glass's mouth, his eyes staying on her from the side. 

"To be honest, I hadn't thought your language to be so crass," he started, tone conversational, sounding like he was barely holding in another laugh. "Back in the lecture, you'd been so nice." He clicked his tongue disapprovingly. "I'm disappointed." 

Baffled, she returned her gaze to his face, mouth half-open, giving off an offended air. "Excuse me?" Camila's upper lip twitched in discomfort and annoyance. 

"Just trying to get a reaction out of you," he said, not bothering to hide his wide smile as he set down the glass on the counter on which he had been leaning.

Letting out a heavy breath, Jack straightened and offered Camila a friendly smile. "Don't be so uncomfortable, most of the people here are actually nice." Sure. As he cocked his head to the side, she found herself marvelling at his close to perfect profile. Strong, almost square jaw, skin as smooth as a baby's.

Jack Gilinsky was stunning, and even if she had known that before, being this close renewed her awe at his beauty. 

Camila still weren't sure if she wanted him to know how dissatisfied she were by the lack of social connect, but he gently touched the back of her elbow, stepping forward. "Do you want to go to Shawn?" He asked, a kind, less obvious smile on his face. "I understand if you'd rather be around someone you know, and as much of a flirty butterfly as he is, I don't think he'd leave you alone like this." 

At that, her stiff features eased, lips curving gratefully. "I can take care of myself." 

"She speaks!" He exclaimed dramatically, throwing a hand into the air, almost hitting an innocent passerby in the face. "Civilly, I mean." 

"I can be civil," she said, rising an eyebrow. "I can be more than civil."

"I don't doubt that." He chuckled. "Come on, wanderer, I'll show you around." He didn't exactly do that, but about half an hour later, she were familiar enough with the place to at least be able to find the bathroom on her own.

Thanks to Jack, she now knew who the remainder of Shawn's friends were, but because of the rate at which they were chugging, she wouldn't bet on them staying sober enough to drive once the party was over. 

Close to another drink and a whole less-than-awkward conversation later, the two of them finally ran into a harassed-looking Shawn. When he spotted Camila, his eyes narrowed, lips puckering into an annoyed pout, hands on his hips the way her mom used to stand at the front door whenever she were home late. 

As he opened his mouth, she half-expected the words 'young lady' to come out of it before a mile-long lecture. Instead, he shook his head, thanked an amused-looking Jack, and gestured to her to follow him. "Be careful," the ravenet whispered to her from behind her.

"Your roommate is on a warpath tonight." 

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"What are you doing?" Camila questioned, bemused when he pulled the both of them inside a room, locking it behind him. 

"What do you think?" Shawn turned on her, expression resembling a tired parent's. "You thought you could just waltz out there without supervision, and manage to come out unscathed?" 

"Hey, I was with Jack." She rolled her eyes. "It's not that deep." She'd barely completed her statement when he stepped closer to her, making her back up. 

She'd barely completed her statement when he stepped closer to her, making her back up. "You wanted lessons, right?" Shawn asked rhetorically, tone low as he lowered his eyes to meet her confused ones. "So, since neither of us are too invested in this party, let's go over a few other instructions." 

That wasn't the reasoning Camila had been expecting, given his earlier frustrated look. Anyone would think he had become tired of looking for her, and yet, here the two of them were.

"Okay?" Camila swallowed, nodding, stepping further back as he moved closer. The sudden request was strange, but not exactly questionable. Was there a point in disagreeing, only to postpone what was needed? Nah. The back of her knees met the edge of the bed, making her fall into a sitting position. 

Shawn bent forwards, pushing down her shoulders in a lying position, hovering above her on the bed.  "May I?" His voice was low, soft but sensual. Slowly, she nodded, closing her eyes as he leaned further towards her lips slanting over hers in an accelerating kiss. 

He opened his mouth against hers, easing her into the kiss. His hands found her waist, the riding up of the hem of her shirt leaving the skin bare. Her abdominal muscles contracted against his touch, and hers reached up, slipping her hands into the mass of his hair that glinted in the fluorescence. 

Shawn knew that this level of passion was dangerous, especially if he wanted to control himself. But he had hormones too, and this was driving him crazy. She gave up, letting him take control of the kiss, weaving her fingers through his hair and pulling him onto her. 

"Lesson four," he whispered into her ear as she sucked in a sharp breath, arching up against him like a taut wire. "Consent is sexy." Too fast. It was too fast. 

Only half in her senses, she moaned between kisses, fingers grasping his shoulder blades to pull him closer. This was the oddest teaching system she had ever witnessed in her lifetime, but it was effective.

And Camila rather have that than anything else.  Shawn's chest heaved, brushing against hers when his hip bones ground into hers. 

Don't lose control. Hold back. Her hands roamed all over his chest as both of then got lost into the kiss, sharing her increasing body heat.

Shawn didn't remember the last time he'd felt this level of—what? Desire? Camila felt high on his kisses. Minds blank with pleasure, both of their bodies were fluid against each other, kissing and touching and feeling. 

"Is this okay?" She asked, not daring to lift her voice above a whisper as she traced the lines of the muscles of his back. Shawn nodded, pressing his face into the crook of her neck, holding Camila closer to his torso. 

Her nails dug into his back, and he arched his shoulder blades as she left scratches on him. His fingers dug into her waist, enjoying the sinful sounds escaping her mouth when he sucked on her collarbone. 

Their bodies writhed against each other, and Shawn found himself slipping. The control was gone. He was wild. He was uncaged. And he wanted Her. 

Chest pressed against chest, legs tangled in legs, arms grasping and tightening, swollen lips dancing together.  His fingers hovered over her hips— 

There was a knock at the door.