"Cupcake, I'm surprised you wanted to do X-men as our costumes," Luke comments.
I look up from my food, "What do you mean?"
"Are you surprised she's a nerd? Remember when Kota told us about the cute blonde that can read Klingon?" Gabriel teases.
Luke laughs, "No, but I figured she'd want to do something like masquerade-themed."
My eyebrows pinch, "What made you think that?" I laugh drily, "To be honest, masks kind of freak me out."
"What about the white mask that was in your car?"
I could feel the blood draining from my face, and I paused a tad too long while bringing the bite to my mouth. I was so grateful for the saving grace of food. I chewed slowly, trying to ignore the dryness of my mouth as I swallowed my panic.
"Oh, I found that on my car windshield before picking up Kayli. Some kid prank or something." I shake my head, hoping that my half-truth will be convincing enough. But the three calculating sets of eyes on me told me I didn't completely pass the test.
"Like I said, masks freak me out, so I tossed it in the back," I shrug before squinting at Luke. "And how did you know that anyways? You weren't in my car that evening."
"While you were tongue-fucking Marc in the parking lot, and the rest of us were battling out the seating arrangement, I noticed it through the window. I was going to prank you with it later but forgot about it," He chuckles.
"When the hell did you do all that? We were watching you guys!" North barks out.
"You forgot that this was while my sweet Cupcake was tree-climbing her 'Marcuccino,'" Luke answers in a sing-song voice. He returns to normal, "Y'all weren't going to miss out on the free show, and I saw something shiny to steal. It was perfectly timed."
I shake my head in awe and disbelief, "You are incredible, Luci. I didn't notice you had shifted away from the group. You're a scary mastermind! You weren't even sober!" My voice gets louder with every word, starting in an awed whisper and ending with a shout.
"Luci?" He flushes.
"Yup! Short for Lucian," I follow with a mutter, "or Lucifer."
He looks at me with bewilderment, and bubbling laughter comes from him until he rocks back into his chair in hysterics. The other guys laugh and chuckle; even Owen has his millimeter smile.
"She got you good, brother. You really are a demon reincarnate," Nathan ruffles Luke's hair until Gabriel's hand smacks him away.
"You're just jealous that I impressed her with my skills," Luke taunts.
"Am not!"
"Are too!"
"Oh, here we go," Axel grumbles.
"Am not!"
"Are too!"
"Please, someone stop this childish tantrum," Brandon moans.
"Am not!"
"Are too!"
"Enough!" Raven booms, "You don't need to be jealous of each other."
"That's right...." I begin to say.
"Because you should be jealous of how much I impress her."
I groan at my mistake of trusting Raven to stop a testosterone fight. Luke and Nathan turn to Raven with a deadpan, "We're not jealous of you."
Raven shows his shit-eating grin, "Are too!"
"Are not!" They scream.
"Enough," Owen states calmly.
The three of them eye each other, challenging the others to continue the antics before they agree and relax in their seats. I shake my head in disbelief, laughing at their ridiculousness.
"Y'all are something else," I wheeze. "Incredible."
~~
Brandon was escorting me to my apartment. We swiftly made our exit after cleaning up from dinner. We were hand-in-hand, quietly making our way to my door. Brandon's body was relaxed as we walked. It was interesting to note that he usually holds a tense frame, never genuinely relaxing.
He followed me into my living room, pulling me close to him on the couch. I rested my head on his chest; his heartbeat was slow with even beats. I wonder if he noticed the differences that I see. Does he feel lighter?
His hand ran through my hair, resting the palm of his hand on the back of my head. He did a slight scrunch that tugged at my hair before he massaged my scalp. I released a small moan and rubbed my cheek into his chest as if I wished to burrow deep into him. If I were a cat, I'd purr loudly at the incredible attention.
"I love you too," he whispers.
I grab his other hand, bringing it to my chest so he can feel my heartbeat as I hold him. "No one has ever said that to me before," I confide.
He tugs my head back to hold my gaze. "I love you," he repeats louder.
"I love you, Brandon."
His lips meet mine, and everything disappears. The only thing that exists at this moment is Brandon. His calloused hands. The smell of motor oil and pine. His rapid heartbeat. He consumes me. My lips are desperate against his determined ones—my cry for his love and determination to prove it to me. But as mine becomes more determined, he becomes desperate. So different from each other, yet we both seek the same affection. To be worthy of someone's affection. I don't know when I knew I loved Brandon, but this was when I knew I had made the right decision to stay with him and the others. Any doubts or fears were tossed into the wind.
I will have to tell them about Volto.
There's nothing to fear. They will be there for me; I know they will.
Our kissing became heated. I shifted, so I straddled his lap. One hand stayed at the base of my head while the other cupped my ass. He pulled me so my core met his straining cock. Sounds of pleasure erupted from the both of us as I ground into him, his hand on my ass pushing me harder into him.
"I want to see you come undone beneath me, baby." Brandon pants, holding my gaze with his hooded eyes. "I regret not letting you cry and moan as I devoured you in the other room. I wish I'd made you scream and beg and then send you back out to face the rest of them. Would you have been embarrassed," he smirks, "or would it only have turned you on more?"
I dig my nails into his shoulders as he speaks, knowing there's no way he's missing the amount of heat pooling between my thighs. "I would have loved it," I whisper. "I love being desired by all of you. I would have left that room with the full intent of seducing everyone. Begging to be fucked, even if it was with every single one of you at once."
He smacks my ass, eliciting a cry from me as I continue to grind into him. "And today, when Luke teased you about taking all of us. What were you thinking?"
"I wanted it," I moan. "I imagined how I would be punished and whether I could handle servicing all of you."
A shudder takes over me as my orgasm takes over. I frantically grind into Brandon, trying to elongate the flood of pleasure. "What a good little slut you are," Brandon coos, "Wanting to pleasure all fourteen of your boyfriends simultaneously, I don't know if you could handle it."
"I'd do my best," I gasp as his hands fondle my ass, forcing my sensitive clit to rub against him.
"Of course, you'd do your best because you're a good little slut for us. Isn't that right?"
"Yes!"
"Say it, baby."
"I'm a good little slut!"
"For whom?"
"For my fourteen boyfriends!"
He kisses me hard, mumbling between breaths, "Such a good girl."
He pulls away, "I think you deserve a reward; let's go to the bedroom."
A/N: Next chapter will pick up on the smut scene ;)