Truly, Madly, Deeply//Rosslington (#WattyAwards2015)

❤️Chapter 8❤️

(Warning: This chapter involves some explicit content. Includes making out and some sexual tension. if you do not like that, or feel uncomfortable, I'm sorry.)

Ross's POV:

Me and Ellington are still at Kylie's, we were currently all sitting on the couch watching "Sinister". Who picked the movie? Rocky and Kylie, of course. I sit on Ellington's lap and snuggle into his shoulder. His scruff really tickles though...

I notice after awhile, Ell stopped paying attention to the movie. He stares down at me and I look up at him, he's blushing for some reason. "What's wrong?" I mouth, he opens his mouth, but he closes it.

I feel a hard poke near my bum, and I smirk. I slowly reach my hand down and stroke his "Manhood". He groans and pulls my lips to his. I smile and turn around, and start to kiss him back. I feel him snake his tongue in my mouth and explore it.

Then I realized, I was making out with Ellington. (This is too much for my frail, fangirling heart! I'm dying while writing this.) I groan against his lips, grinding my hips against him. "MY EYES!!" Rocky yells, covering his eyes with Kylie's hands.

"Guys, I don't really want Rosslington having sex on my couch. Get a room?" Kylie asks, rolling her eyes at her boyfriend. "S-Sorry..." Ellington stutters, both of us blushing. I move off of Ratliff and cuddle into his side.

"I really enjoyed that." Ell whispers, smirking at me. "Me too." I reply, blushing. He wraps an arm around my shoulder and rests his other hand on my thigh. Slowly he starts inching up my thigh, keeping a poker face the whole time. I bite my lip and shift in my seat.

Ell looks over to the door and pale's, before pulling his hand away. "What's wrong babe?" I ask, frowning at his panicked expression. "R-Riker's here...." He stutters, backing away from the living room. I stand up and walk over to him, putting my hand on his cheek.

The front door opens and Riker walks in, he glances at us and glares. "What are they doing here?" He says, venom dripping from every word. "Because it's my house and I want them here. Why are you here?" Kylie asks, glaring at him.

"I came to get Rocky and Rydel, it's time for band practice." He replies, I scoff. "R5 turning into R3?" I ask, shaking my head. "I was gonna call you actually, since you guys just ran off." He replies, his face softens slightly. "I still love you... You're my brother." He says quietly.

I run up and hug him, he stiffens but then hugs me back. "I love you too." I say,snuggling into his chest.

~Time skip to after band practice~

Ellington's POV:

I wipe my forehead off with the bottom of my shirt, why does drumming make me so sweaty? I walk out ofthe recording room and over to my bag of extra clothes. I pull off my sweaty shirt and wipe my face off, then grab a new t-shirt.

I notice Ross staring and I laugh, before pulling on my new shirt. "Elly! I want to go to Get Shaved!" Ross whines, poking my arm. "Okay. Guys! We're going to Get Shaved, sound good?" I call, everyone nods and agrees.

We walk out to the car and I jump into shot gun. Once everyone gets in, I plug in my phone and turn on 'This is Gospel' By Panic! At the Disco,the piano version. I begin to sing along, it's such a beautiful sounding song.

"This is gospel for the fallen ones

Locked away in permanent slumber

Assembling their philosophies

From pieces of broken memories

Their gnashing teeth and criminal tongues conspire against the odds

But they haven't seen the best of us yet

If you love me let me go

If you love me let me go

'Cause these words are knives and often leave scars

The fear of falling apart

And truth be told, I never was yours

The fear, the fear of falling apart

This is gospel for the vagabonds,

Ne'er-do-wells and insufferable bastards

Confessing their apostasies

Led away by imperfect impostors

Don't try to sleep through the end of the world

And bury me alive

'Cause I won't give up without a fight

If you love me let me go

If you love me let me go

'Cause these words are knives and often leave scars

The fear of falling apart

And truth be told, I never was yours

The fear, the fear of falling apart

Oh, the fear of falling apart

Oh, the fear, the fear of falling apart

[4x]

The fear of falling apart"

I turn the music down as we pull up to 'Get Shaved'. I get out and walk inside, the others follow. I walk up to the counter and order cherry flavor, my favorite. I sit down in a booth and Ross slides in beside me, smiling.

"Guess what?" He whispers, giggling. "Hmm?" I reply. "I love you." He giggles, I smile at his cuteness. "I love you too." I say, winking at him.

So there's the chappie! Sorry it took so long! Umm...

For the next chapter:

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