PEACH PIT :: ETHAN DOLAN

DIX-SEPT

Alondra falls back on her soft sheets mere seconds before Ethan's right there with her, the soft sound of their lips smacking together and heavy breaths seemingly louder than the music playing throughout her room.

His heart pounds in his own ears louder than any of that. He nips at her bottom lip, tasting her chapstick but craving something else on his tongue. She leaves open-mouthed kisses along his jaw toward his ear, earning a "Fuck," from Ethan. Alondra gives a breathy laugh in response, her teeth grazing the skin and her tongue quickly soothing it.

Her curtains are drawn shut, the sun shining through them and creating a red glow around them. The house was empty, and there was no one to interrupt them. The two were just planning to hangout for a little while, but soon after found themselves in a more intimate position.

Ethan undoes the button of her shorts, pulling them slowly down her legs and throwing them across the room. One of his thumbs hooks under her jaw, two of his fingers pushing past her lips.

Sucking lightly on them, she reaches for the waistband of his shorts. Ethan hums, "You look good."

Before she can even get his shorts down to his knees, his phone starts ringing incessantly. Ethan huffs, reaching toward her side table for it. His eyes widen when he realizes it's his alarm and sees the time.

"What?" Alondra asks, crossing her arms.

"I gotta get going. I'm sorry, Lonnie," he sighs and pulls her in for another kiss. "We can, uh, pick this up later? Tomorrow maybe?"

"My dad gets home tomorrow, which means I'd rather not be here." She narrows her eyes, lips pursing. "Where do you even have to go? You've only been here for an hour and it's the middle of the day. Can't you stay for a little longer?"

Ethan shakes his head, fixing his hair in her mirror. "I really can't, I'm sorry. I have plans."

"...with Phoenix."

"It isn't like that, Alondra," he sighs again. "I completely ditched her yesterday. I was supposed to go hangout with her, but I forgot when I was with you and Marcy. I can't bail on her again."

When Ethan arrived home last night, around midnight, and finally checked his phone, he saw a few texts from Phoenix and felt horrible. The least he could've done would be messaging her that he got caught up, but no, he forgot completely. Phoenix was upset--he could tell from her voice when he called--but he promised to make it up to her.

Alondra stares back at him. "Are you really gonna leave right now though? We were kind of in the middle of something. Phoenix will understand if you're an hour late."

"Lon, really, I can't," he says. "You should save Marcy from Grayson. He's trying to fix things but I'm sure it's weird. And you guys can spend the night at our place since you don't wanna be home when your dad gets back?"

"Fine."

Her eyes roll, but she kisses him goodbye. He really thought he had more time before he was supposed to meet up with Phoenix, but he definitely wasn't going to ask her to wait so he could have sex with Alondra. With his luck, Phoenix would find out about it, and the fact is that it would hurt her. That, and he is looking forward to seeing her today-- despite the fact that his alarm interrupted something.

Ethan isn't sure if they have anything planned, but he really does want to make up for forgetting about her last night. He makes it to her house at two on the dot.

The downstairs of her house is completely empty. Instead of calling out, he just walks around, grabbing himself a peach from the counter that he quickly places down upon hearing something fall upstairs. Deciding to just go check on her, he brings himself to her room and opens up her bedroom door. She's in the middle of changing and jumps five feet in the air when she sees him appear behind her in the mirror.