Blurred Lines [BxB] COMPLETED

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"Good, I hate her," I say, the words flying out of my mouth viciously before I can stop myself. Fuck, that probably wasn't smart. Rhys is staring at me now, surprised and something else I can't quite make out.

"You do?" Breathless. I've made Rhys breathless. We're staring at each other now, eye to eye. Blue to green. Confidence surges through my chest, along with a traitorous splash of hope.

"Fuck yes I do."

***

His lips brush my neck, my aching jaw. Never my lips. Not yet, it's too soon. My fingers grasp skin, hard muscle, toned, delicious, olive skin and muscle. My breaths come out in pants.

"Rhys," I say, but don't say, clear and blurry, smooth and rough.

His voice, a whisper, floats somewhere near my ear. Fuck, this isn't healthy. Something hot and heavy pierces my lower abdomen. I fist his chocolatey hair in my hand, pull, hear him gasp, moan. We're falling apart around each other.

His hair falls through my fingers, I reach out, my skin hot, buzzing, the sharp sting of desire shooting straight down—

My eyes fly open. Fuck. My boxers are sticky, my upper thighs wet. I close my eyes again, willing for this to be fake, to be a part of the dream.

The dream...I just dreamed about Rhys. I came in my boxers because of a wet dream about...Rhys. My best friend. This is bad. How has it gotten this far, this fast? I try to breathe deeply, in through the nose and out through the mouth. God, this is bad. I'm fucking sick. I'm perverted. Debauched. I'm going to rot in hell, and that'd be the best outcome.

How am I going to look at him? How am I going to live this down?

Calm down. Relax. No one will ever know about this.

That soothes my frayed nerves somewhat. Barely. I need a shower. Hot. No, cold. Freezing cold water to wash away this sin, this perversion. And also to take care of my arousal. Even if I hate myself for it, it's still very present and very painful if I don't deal with it soon.

I move quickly, turn only the cold knob, barely wincing when the water hits my skin like tiny pinpricks of a thousand icicles. My hand moves fast too, sure and rough, building up the tension coiled in my stomach, as well as the sinister ugliness at my thoughts and my actions. But I don't stop, and I stuff a fist in my mouth to quiet the cries and following, softer groans as I reach the climax, the pinnacle of all this pent up frustration and want.

When it's done, I lean against the cold tile wall of the shower, already exhausted even though I just woke up. My chest rises and falls, like it had in my dream, but this time Rhys isn't wrapped up in my arms, breathing gently on my neck.

"Fuck," I croak.

***

Rhys is talking but I'm not listening. I can only watch his mouth, pink, soft lips moving to form words that I don't register. If I kiss him, will those lips feel as soft as they look?

"Mav, are you listening to me?" Rhys asks, casting me a bewildered yet accusing glance.

"Sorry, I zoned out." No point in lying, it would only make me look worse. And I seriously had not heard a single thing he said. "What were you saying?"

Rhys rolls his eyes. Those rich, emerald green eyes I could stare into for hours on end... No. Fuck. Don't give in. "Nothing important. Just about Beverly and how she's hanging out with Jules now." Rhys still doesn't know about Jules hooking up with Beverly when they were still...an item. That's gonna be a sucky day.