{ a/n- NSFW }
Grace's POV
I hate parties, believe it or not. In my mind, party equals panic attack. So it's no wonder Mamrie and Hannah are practically dragging me to the Vidcon after party.
"Come on, Helbig." Mamrie says annoyedly, grabbing my wrist and tugging me along.
"Chester will be there." Hannah reminds me, waggling her eyebrows in a knowing way.
"It's not like I knew that or anything." I mumble embarrassedly.
Mamrie and Hanah giggle to each other like twelve year old girls as I blush a deep red. We arrive at the party venue and are immediately greeted by other YouTubers that we haven't seen since Playlist.
"Mames, Grace, Hannah!" A very excitable Phil Lester exclaims, hugging each of us in turn. Dan rolls his eyes at his boyfriend, a smirk set on his lips.
"Hey Phil, Dan." Hannah replies.
Mamrie gives them both big bear hugs and I laugh at Dan's surprised look.
A few hours and more than a few glasses of vodka (and maybe a few shots of absinthe) later, we're all in a circle on the ground playing Truth or Dare. Louise is drunk, and it's odd seeing her so tipsy. She's leaning againt Zoe, who can't help giggling at her chummy's state. Dan and Phil haven't had as much to drink as the rest of us. Mamrie doesn't get drunk, she just gets funnier. Hannah and Sarah are practically on top of each other, Sarah holding Han around the waist in her lap. Chester is kind of awkwardly there with the rest of us, looking like the odd one out. I'm about to scoot over to sit by him when Mamrie calls my name.
"Smellbig!" She shouts. "Truth or dare?"
"Dare." I reply, knowing with Mames each option is dangerous.
"I dare you," she begins, her eyes glinting mischievously. "To hit at least two bases with Mr. See."
"What?" I exclaim.
"Two bases of your choice." Mamrie explains, as though the choice is kind.
"You little," I start, but I realize there's no point. Nothing I could call Mamrie will take away her joy at this moment.
I look to Chester, who's eyes are wide in shock. My eyes drift to the floor. Let's get this over with. I move closer to him, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. God it's amazing to finally be able to kiss him. He kisses me back, his arms going around my hips. He pulls me onto him and I find that I don't care how many people are watching.
"Ches, I'm sorry." I mumble, mentally kicking myself for using his nickname.
"I'm not." He murmurs breathlessly, his fingers fumbling on my bra hook under my shirt.
I feel a wave of relief.
"Okay, if you're going that far, take it to a bedroom." Mamrie says. "Or a bathroom, if you're into that stuff."
"Mamrie." I hiss quietly.
Chester scoops me up, carrying me down the hall to his room off the first floor lobby. He locks the door quickly behind him, setting me gently on the bed. I pull him to me, pressing my lips firmly to his. He climbs on top of me, his lips only leaving mine to whip our shirts off. His hands move up my hips and onto my torso, over my chest to caress my face.
"We can stop, if you want to." I whisper, silently praying he'll want to keep going.
"Why would I give up the perfect opportunity to be with the girl I'm so madly in love with?" He asks, his eyes gleaming with excitement.
I just kiss him again, adrenaline running through my body. His pants come off and then mine shortly after. I used to be scared of this; this kind of intimacy. But with Chester it feels right, it feels natural. I'm not scared of it anymore.
~~~
The next morning I wake to find a raging headache and no memory of last night. I roll over in bed to find something warm in my path. My eyes flutter open to see Chester lying next to me, and everything from last night comes flooding back. A small smile plays on my lips and I rest my head on his chest.
"Thank god for Mamrie Hart." I mumble.
My eyes flicker up to Ches, and I kiss his lips easily. He wakes soon after, and I pull away.
"Thanks." I tell him quietly.
"For what?" He asks.
"Last night. It was," I sigh, looking for the right word. "perfect."
Chester pulls me to him, cradling me in his arms.
"I love you, Grace." He whispers.
"I love you so much Chester." I admit.
It feels like a weight off my chest to admit it. Thank god for Mamrie and and thank god for truth or dare.
