June 12, 2014
"It's not going to fit, it's too big".
"Then, I'll make it fit," was Nathaniel's stubborn reply.
He shoved the remaining three large boxes of leftover food into the fridge, forcefully slamming the door shut. Clapping his hands together, he smiled, feeling a sense of accomplishment.
Reagan clicked her tongue, shaking her head. "Are we going now," she asked almost impatiently. He nodded, grabbing her right hand, walking along side her to the front door.
"Everybody else is already on their way there. They are just waiting on us," opening the passenger door for her as he slipped in as well, buckling up.
They zoomed off in a comfortable silence, coming to a final halt not even twenty minutes later. Reagan stared in awe, eyes widened, mouth agape as she looked on at the scenery before her.
"This place is huge," her face practically pressed against the glass as Nathaniel chuckled softly at her reaction. He got out his car, coming to her side, helping her out.
"Really? It looks small to me," his tone serious, looking at the two cars parked at the corner, a black and a silver one. "They already got here," his grip on her hand became somewhat tighter, but not to the point where it would've caused any pain.
He led her toward the front door as Reagan admired her surroundings; the grass as green as the forests, a simple fountain placed in the middle of the circular drive-way. Gorgeous flower beds decorating the floors, and that was saying quite a lot from Reagan.
She always despised flowers; the smell was what always got to her. But, they were awfully pretty, she had to give them that.
Twisting the golden door knob, a gust of cool air met them both, emitting shivers to rack through their bodies. Her eyes ran wildly all over the place, not knowing where to focus, which was more extravagant to look at.
The two swirled stairs at each end or the beautiful enormous chandelier hanging right above her head.
She didn't know.
"Wow," was all she could muster.
"They should be in the parlor," he held his hand out, "follow me". She rolled her eyes. As if she could find her own way through this house-excuse my mistake. Mansion. As if she could find her own way through this mansion alone.
There.
Much better.
He led her through a corridor, photos littering every nuke and cranny, scattered all over the intricately painted black walls.
Photos of Nathaniel and the guys, him and Andrew as children playing outside, celebrating a birthday or something else she couldn't quite decipher just from observation.
One caught her attention, there was a beautiful girl with him, one arm wrapped around his waist as the other made a fist in the air. Both of them sporting an identical grin.
Nathaniel noticed what she was paying attention to. "Who's-".
"My big sister".
She nodded, dropping the topic, letting him guide her into the parlor, hearing everyone before she saw them. Cameron and Kingley were in the dark brown couch opposite Wren and Alana. Their entwined hands and nervous expressions were the first to spark the couples' interest.
Cameron looked up, smiling weakly at his friend, "since you're all here, I guess we should carry on with the news," his free sweaty palms rubbed up and down on his blue jeans.
They all stared blankly at the two nervous wrecks, remaining quiet as they already knew what was to come. Wren looked over at Nathaniel, smirking.
Kingsley glanced at his boyfriend, nodding, communicating silently. He gulped, the move not going unnoticed by the four. "We," he gestured between the two, taking a deep breath in and out before he continued, "are gay," he finished, not looking any of them in the eyes. Cameron, mirrored his actions.
Wren laughed loudly, looking over at Nathaniel, his right hand outstretched in his general direction. "I won," he gloated, "pay up".
Nathaniel grumbled childishly, pulling out his leather wallet from a pocket, throwing a fifty dollar bill in his face. "Whatever," he mumbled, crossing his arms as he walked over to an available two seater couch, Reagan trailed not too far behind.
Confusion took over the two men. "What," Kingsley asked, tilting his head to the side in utter disbelief, taking the words that seemed to be stuck right out of Cameron's mouth.
After he pocketed the money, Wren smiled, "we made a bet," he said simply.
"Yeah. Wren bet you two would come out within the week, I bet in a months time," Nathaniel continued, huffing out a breath as he pulled Reagan onto his lap. "He won," he pointed at his best friend, "obviously," he murmured.
"So," Cameron stood up, running his hand through his dark brown hair, irritated and confused, Kingsley following his lead shortly after. "Let me get this straight. You guys knew. This whole time. And, you didn't bother to just, oh, I don't know, pull me aside and tell me there was nothing to be worked up about," he yelled.
Nathaniel nodded as did Wren, "pretty much".
"It was so obvious," they both said at the same time.
His arms flung in the air carelessly as he rubbed his temple, feeling a headache coming on, he sat down on the chair. Kingsley rubbed his back soothingly, looking back up to the four, "Cam just told his parents about us. They didn't exactly take it very well," he grimaced at the memory.
The room got silent as Kingsley gradually calmed his boyfriend down. Cameron spoke up, "it's nice to know both of you still have my back," standing up. He grabbed Kingsley's hand, smiling warmly at his two best buds, overjoyed they were still at his corner even knowing his biggest secret. "We'll talk later, bye," they walked together, disappearing through the dark narrow corridor. Not even a minute later, the door slammed shut, the revving of an engine filling the air, driving away.
Reagan picked at the loose seams on her blue knee length summer dress awkwardly, none of them knowing exactly how to fire up the conversation once again.
Suddenly, arms wrapped around her small waist, turning her around to face Nathaniel. He nibbled her ear, "let's go upstairs, baby," he whispered, his warm breath tickled her skin, earning a light shiver from her. She merely nodded, allowing him to once again lead her to an unknown destination.
Looking up quickly, she groaned, earning Nathaniel's attention, "I have to walk up those," she gestured toward one of the spiral stairs. "Don't you have an elevator or something," whining, Reagan crossed her arms, huffing.
Nathaniel nodded, "I do. But, i only use those when I am in a hurry". He leaned down to her level, voice dropping an octave, barely above a whisper. "And, believe me, I am in no rush".
Her breath hitched, caught in her throat. Reagan gulped nervously as she watched his smile turn slowly into a smirk. Cheeky bastard, she thought, slightly glaring at him.
Without warning, he swooped her up in his muscular arms with ease, emitting a yelp in surprise. He chuckled, carrying her upstairs without breaking a sweat.
Not that Reagan was heavy or anything.
In fact, he could honestly say she was as light as a feather.
But, just going up those stairs are a workout!
Reagan giggled as the movements tickled her side, nuzzling her face at the side of his neck, taking a huge whiff of his cologne. "You smell really good," she mumbled, her grip around his neck tightened.
Nathaniel opened his room door, closing it with his foot. He laid her back on his king size bed, climbing over her. His hard stiff member poking her stomach, she moaned in pleasure.
He groaned, bringing his lips to the nape of her neck, kissing up and down. "Mm, baby girl, you have no idea what you do to me". Reagan smiled, running her hand up and down his chest, which was-annoyingly-still covered up with his skin tight black shirt.
"Oh, I bet I do. It's poking me right now," she pointed down at his groin, pushing Nathaniel back. Reagan glanced nervously at him, shaking her head slowly. "I am nowhere near ready for that," she bit her bottom lip, "not yet anyway".
The question he so desperately wanted to ask, at the tip of his tongue, was stuck. "Are," he paused, shifting his weight so he wouldn't crush her. Clearing his throat, he continued, "are you a-".
Reagan cut him off, "yes," she nodded, blushing like mad. Rolling away from under him, she sat up, fixing her pretty pink and white floral dress that somewhat exposed her red lace bra.
Nathaniel sat up, staring blankly at her, at a loss for words. What could he say? A lot, but nothing could come to mind at that given moment. Now, Nathaniel was no virgin, that was no secret. He just couldn't believe how innocent she truly was until then.
She stood up, giving him a chaste kiss on his cheek, "i'll see you later, Nate," walking out. He sighed, rubbing his hand over his face.
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"She's a virgin," Wren asked, spotting Nathaniel as he used the bench press. He nodded, huffing out a breath before lifting again. "Damn," Wren whistled. "Lucky bastard," he mumbled lowly, but Nathaniel heard it nevertheless.
Chuckling, he put up the weights in it's holder, getting up from under it. "How? If anything, it just shows she's even more hesitant to go any further. I don't want to rush her if she doesn't want to be more intimate with me".
Wren shook his head, wondering how he didn't understand what he was getting to. He went over to the free weights, Nathaniel not too far behind. "I get that. But, a virgin, bro. That doesn't come around very often. Romance her, take her out, do something and i bet you my wine collection she'll be putty in your hands".
Nathaniel rolled his eyes, "that's wonderful, but you're forgetting one thing".
"And, what's that," Wren asked curiously.
"A plan".
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I'm taking a poll.
Should I make their snu snu scene private?
Or nah?
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