Tv
Checking the time I push myself off my bed and rush down to the living room wanting to watch my show only to find that the one and only couch we have is taken and the tv is being used.
"Get up I need the tv." I demand while my eyes are already busy searching for the remote.
"No way, I'm watching." He says without bothering to take his eyes off the screen. I spot the remote held tight in his hand.
"My show is starting and I wanna watch it so give me the remote." I stand before him blocking his view, my arms crossed on my chest indicating stubbornness.
He glares at me annoyed then smirks mischievously. It takes a moment for me to realize that he is shoving the remote beneath his sweatpants which causes me to snort and try not to stare at that area.
"Go ahead, take it." He challenges, a spark of mischief dancing through his bright blue eyes.
My eyes drop down to where he has hidden the remote skeptically. It forms a bulge so it won't be hard for me to get.
"Fine." I say and before i can give it a better thinking my hand has already reached him, grabbing a hold of the remote and taking it out in a matter of seconds always avoiding eye contact. I can see I've taken him by surprise but he quickly masks that expression with one of mild indifference. "Now get up." I demand trying to maintain a cool expression on my face and ignore the fact that I just had my hand beneath his clothing.
"But I wanna watch tv." He complains, his eyes on mine and his face hiding any emotion or thought he could be having.
"Well, time's out my shows starts, either get up or I'm sitting on you. And you're watching commercials anyway." I warn him but all I earn is a mocking chuckle.
"I don't care." He states challenging me.
I scoff before I turn my back to him and sit myself as sloppily as I can on his lap while switching channels to find the one I want. He grunts in mild pain.
"Okay I'll just get us beer, alright?"
I nod smiling victoriously as he pushes me off him while standing up and taking off. I find the channel and sit back as the show throws the usual short clip containing what happened on previous episodes.
"Supernatural? That's the show you wanted to see?" I hear Aaron's disappointed voice approach seconds before he comes to sight holding our beers. He hands me mine taking a swing at his.
"Yup." I say as he pulls me to stand up and sits down himself pulling me by my hip to sit on him.
I make myself comfortable on him absorbed in the show ignoring the movement I feel behind me of Aaron trying to have a good view at the screen himself.
After a while of constant movement he grunts in frustration.
"Can you at least lay back so I can see the tv?" He complains, his voice showing the same frustration I noticed before.
"Sure." I reply even though I'm not really paying attention to him.
His hand wraps around me pulling me to lay on his bare torso, my head held straight a few inches away from his collarbone. I catch his scent, a mixture of soap and cologne. He breathes heavily making my body follow his slight movement. His arm is still wrapped around me, resting on my torso. I find myself trying hard not to let mtself be affected by his proximity. I shouldn't be affected, he means nothing to me. I don't even like him. We're just friends. Newly.
I take a swing at my beer trying to focus all my attention back to the show. I watch as Sam and Dean try to figure out what they are dealing with, debating whether it's a demon or a poltergeist.
I shift on Aaron trying to make myself more comfortable. He grunts and loudly exhales shifting on the couch as well.
"Don't do that." He says, his voice serious.
"Do what?" I frown.
"You're rubbing yourself against me." He explains with a low voice. I press my lips together, my eyes never daring to leave the screen.
"Sorry."
I take a swing at my beer trying to remain as still as possible.
For some reason I feel eyes on me but I don't dare turning my head to verify my thought. Instead I ignore it pushing it at the back of my head, my thoughts struggling to focus completely on Supernatural.
Sam and Dean are entering their car ready to take off as AC/DC is playing on the background. Quietly humming the lyrics to Highway to Hell I finally manage to take my thoughts off Aaron completely.
Feeling my leg numb I shift uncomfortably in an attempt to take the numbness away. I feel something hard pressing against me and I freeze. Is it...crap.
Luckily the show is being cut off by a commercial break so I find the opportunity to jump off him.
"Hey, do you want another beer?" I ask him making straight eye contact. He knows I noticed that's for sure.
"Sounds great." He says handing me his empty bottle, his expression lacking any sign of emotion other than pure indifference.
I grab it, my eyes unwillingly darting to his area only to see a bulge is making his sweatpants tighter and it's not the freaking remote this time.
Did I cause this? I find that very hard to believe. It can't be true. That person hated me until a week ago there's no way in hell I'm the reason for his situation. Even if we are now 'friends' which is remotely odd at such short time something like this would never happen. I don't like him like that. And he doesn't like me like that.
"I told you not to rub yourself against me." He says srugging, his look saying I-told-you-so, as he takes the new beer I hand him. I scoff at his words with pretend innocence.
"I know you broke up with your girlfriend some time ago but taking your reputation under consideration one would say you can't control your hormones." I taunt watching as a small smile begins to form on his lips.
"Is that so? You're saying if I begin to mess with your stuff you won't be at all affected?" He taunts pointing at my female parts.
"You would not dare." I shrink my eyes at him, a tiny smile I didn't manage to hold back already plastered on my face.
"Why not? You messed with mine." He points out drawing attention on his male part.
"Unintentionally."
"Same thing."
"Not really." I shrug.
"You're not answering though." He raises one eyebrow at me.
"Is that a challenge?" I cross my arms on my chest.
"If you're up for it." He winks, a smirk slowly growing on his lips.
"What's in it for me then?" I ask. He stands up from the couch towering over me causing me to lift my head up to make eye contact.
"If I affect you, then you'll have to do me a favour." He reveals making me skeptical.
"What favour?" I ask but all I ear is a chuckle.
"I ain't telling you just yet." He says, his eyes cunning.
"Fine. And if I win?"
"Anything you want. Although I doubt you will."
I tilt my head to the side and shrink my eyes thinking. He copies me mirroring my movements.
"You'll have to do me a favour." I finally say causing him to raise one eyebrow at me.
"What favour?" He questions.
"I ain't telling you just yet." I quote his words shrugging.
"Alright junkie." He agrees making me shoot him a glare. "Right, sorry, not junkie." He corrects earning an eye roll from me. "Go ahead then show the way."
"What way?" I frown.
"To your room." He casually responds crossing his arms on his chest.
"What, now?" I raise my eyebrows at him. He turns me around and gently pushes me to walk in front of him.
"That's right Sherlock." I hear him say from right behind me.
What have I gotten myself into?