all american | lance tucker

ch. 31 • happy birthday lance!!!

The next morning, I was awoken to the sound of pots and pans being clanged together as people attempted to make breakfast in the kitchen.

Oh and by the way, today was Lance's birthday.

That's why all his friends were here in the first place.
I rolled over, groaning and opening my eyes.

Thankfully, Lance was still in bed. I crawled into his arms because he kept the house freezing, resting my head on his outstretched arm. My movement roused him, and his eyebrows creased as he pulled me against his chest.

"They're making breakfast out there." I mumbled, wrapping my leg around his waist.

"Don't do that." He pushed it off, shaking his head. "You're gonna give me morning wood." His tone was very serious. I giggled, pressing a lazy kiss to his jawline.

"I love you." I whispered, putting my leg back over his waist. He squeezed my thigh gently, rubbing his eyes with his free hand.

"I love you too. And I'll love you even more if you totally ignore that it's my birthday today." He groaned, closing his eyes again. I climbed on top of him, leaning down to kiss him eagerly.

"But it's your birthday. I can't ignore your birthday. It's the only day of the year that I let you do whatever you want to me." I complained, pouting. He smirked, chuckling.

"First of all, don't straddle me when you're naked and then expect nothing to happen, and second of all, I'm still doing that. But I expect you wrapped and ready for me to open tonight." He purred, his hands tracing the curves of my hips. I slid off of him, sitting up and stretching. He sighed. "God, you're so gorgeous." He mumbled, grinning. I rolled my eyes.

"You're just saying that because I'm naked." I said dryly. He shrugged.

"Yeah, that adds to it, but it's mostly your face." He pulled me back against him, resting his head against my chest as I fell back into bed.

"I have to get dressed in case anyone decides to come in here." I complained, trying to escape his grasp. He let me go, watching me get out of bed.

"Good idea. Grab me some underwear." He called, sitting up and stretching. I searched through the drawers, annoyed that despite being a neat freak, Lance was insistent on shoving all his underwear under his shirts.

"Has anyone you've slept with ever told you that you have a small dick?" I asked, knowing perfectly well this would annoy him.

"What are you suggesting?" He said tightly, giving me an unimpressed look as he appeared beside me, easily pulling out a pair of underwear. I shrugged.

"I'm not saying you have a small dick. I'm just asking if anyone else has." I explained, pulling on underwear and my bra off the floor.

"Well, when people get angry, they say shit they don't mean. So duh. I'm sure people have said shit like that to you too. But, always tell them that it looks bigger if you hold a flashlight under it and look at the ceiling." He explained.

I put on a shirt that said 'bitch' on it, which Lance had given me last year for my birthday. He wrapped his arms around my waist, resting his chin on my shoulder.

"You better put pants on with that." He then added, "I know you don't usually, but my friends are here and your ass is seriously hanging out."

"Duh, Lance. But that means you don't get to walk around in your underwear either." I pointed out, turning to face him. He shrugged.

"Wasn't planning on it. I don't bless just anyone with this." He motioned his hands down his body, smirking. I rolled my eyes.

"Every day off you spend almost the whole day with no pants on. Every time."