Man Up

Chapter 4: "Little" Friend

I yawn and stretch out on Red's bed. Exhausted from our long hike, I grin sleepily at him from his pillow. I know I'm probably breaking boundaries from laying here, but I can't help it - if he wants me to stay and hang out for a little while, he's going to need to let me rest. Red turns to see me, laid out on his bed, and suddenly his eyes light up with anger...

"That's it," Red husks, running a frustrated hand through his unruly hair. He advances towards me. At first, the look in his wild eyes makes me believe he's going to hurt me. "That's enough, Grey."

His voice is warning; telling me something bad is coming. When he grabs my shoulders and pushes me down on his bed, I know it can't be that bad.

Red tugs at his shirt and pulls it off in one swift motion before laying on top of me. He purposely places a leg between mine so I am pinned; rendered helpless against his advances...of course, why would I want to defend myself? His mouth crushes onto mine, all teeth and tongue as he ravages my mouth with pure brutality that tastes so sweet. I feel my stomach flip as a hardness developes between my thighs. He's already hard; his errection digging into my thigh. I wonder how long he's been hard - have I really turned him on this much?

He grabs my wrists in one hand and clamps them down to the bed, above my shoulders, and uses his other hand to rub me outside of my jeans. I whimper against his lips and buck against his hand, trying to tell him I want him to rip off my clothes and have me come undone. He knows this without me even saying anything.

"Shh, baby, let me do this," he grunts, never once leaving my mouth completely.

At his words I am close to coming already. His hand is taking me closer and closer to the edge. I can feel myself winding up tight, knowing the release is coming with every stroke of his hand. And then, just as I begin to moan against his mouth, he stops. His mouth leaves mine, trailing down to my neck. His hand reappears at my chest and he begins to undo the buttons on my shirt. Every inch of skin that becomes exposed is kissed softly, yet passonately by Red's mouth. When he reaches my belly button he swirls his tongue within the creases, making me grunt loudly. The hand that has been holding my hands down is suddenly on my mouth. His steamy eyes meet mine.

"Be quiet....you don't want to be caught."

He's right; his parents are downstairs, and who knows what they've heard already? My eyes are practically watering from trying to be quiet as he reaches the small trail of hair that disappears into my pants. Red quietly groans when his teeth graze my skin there.

"You're so fucking hot."

His hand is at my jean button now; steadily revealing the last of my skin...

"Hey, Britt," Rebecca's voice hollers as she enters my room. "Do you have-"

"Beck! For fuck's sake!" I scramble to pull up my pants and shove my book under my mattress. I was so close...

Her face turns bright red as she laughs at me. "Oh God, I'm sorry! Why don't you lock your door?"

I rush to my bathroom to wash my hands, slamming the door in her face. "I forgot to - but that shouldn't matter, you shouldn't be barging into a teenage boy's room anyway!"

Her mouth is against my door, I can tell by her voice, when she says, "Were you thinking about Mr. Dreamy down the street?"

Even as I slam my hand against the door, trying to make her go away, a blush floods my face. Maybe I was imagining myself as Grey...and maybe I was imagining Mr. Greek God, Mr. Dreamy, Mr. Perfect as Red. God, even just thinking of it now is making me wish I had come before Rebecca walked in. Of course, that would have made it more awkward. Either way, she was right. Ever since I found out that a supermodel lives close by, I haven't been able to think of anything else. He's just so...

I came out of the bathroom, with clean hands and a raging boner in my jeans. We both tried to ignore that second part. The smirk on her face told me she couldn't. I raised my brows and huffed, "Well, what is it?"

She tried to begin her sentence, but couldn't due to laughing.

"What?" I shouted.

"I was wondering if you have any plans this weekend." She was trying not to smile. She wasn't doing a very good job.

"I was going to ask Ginny if she wanted to...I don't know, go out to eat. What do girls like to do anyway?"

Now she wasn't smiling. She looked at me like I was an idiot. I probably am. "They like pretty much anything guys like. Except gay porn, that's probably not your ideal-"

"Alright, out you go, out, out, out." I directed her to the door by her shoulders.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Okay, fine. I was just curious. I'm going apartment hunting this weekend...and..."

I stopped, she turned to look at me. "And?" My heart was basically in my throat. The thought of Rebecca leaving me here was painful. I couldn't even imagine her living anywhere else. We've been so close since we were kids. It was then that I realized that if she leaves I will be stuck with Mom and Dad, by myself. That would be awful.

"Well," she looked down. "I was just thinking, if I can find another roommate - and we come somehow figure out a deal with Mom and Dad - ...maybe you can move out with me." She looked up at me. "Only if you want to, of course."

My smile was my answer. Of course I would want to move out with her! Get me out of here, Rebecca! Get me out of this cross wearing, bible thumping, beer drinking, country music singing house! Now my boner wasn't the first thing on my mind. Of course, it was second.

"Yes, yes, I would love to, Beck," I breathed. I couldn't believe she was even offering. I'm sure she would like to leave this house without having to remember a single thing about it.

She smiled, "Alright, great. Well, we'll talk later...why don't you go take care of your little -...or, not-so-little, apparently - 'friend'." She ran before I could throw anything at her.