Recap: The next thing I knew I was on my back with him straddling me. (That was Drew's POV)

OCTAVEUS
I put my hands on Drew's lower stomach and leaned forward a little, smirking at the look on his face. His cheeks were flushed and he looked embarrassed for whatever reason. I lifted his shirt up a little so that I could see his tan stomach and started planting small kisses all over it. He whimpered a little bit and went to put his hands on my hips, but missed and slammed his hands onto my stomach instead.
   "Ow," I muttered into his stomach as he put his hands directly where my new cut was still healing.
   "S-Sorry," he moved his hands from my stomach and put them on my shoulders instead. I removed my lips from his stomach and used one finger to tilt his head back, allowing myself full access to his neck. I kissed the thin white line just under his jaw that marked where Seth had pulled a switchblade on him, then dragged my lips down his throat. I bit the base of his neck, biting harder until I knew there was a mark and Drew let out a small moan. 'Ooo Boy.' I thought to myself as a  the predicament arose. God I loved it when he made that sound.
   I decided to stop teasing his neck and leaned back to quickly admire the hickey I had left before turning my attention to his shirt, which was, unfortunately, still on him. I did not like that.
   "You know where your shirt would look best?" I murmured lowly in his ear, and I felt him shiver.
   "W-where?" He said.
   "On the floor."
   His breathing hitched and he blushed, shifting under me and, upon feeling my growing bulge and realizing my predicament, blushed even more. He tried to form words but just ended up stuttering for a little bit until I silenced him by slipping his shirt up and putting my cold hands on his chest. He gasped, his breathing quickening.
   "You mind if I?" I asked quietly, indicating his shirt. He shook his head and I slipped his shirt over his head, tossing it to the floor. I slid my own shirt off as well and pressed our chests together, planting my mouth over his.
   He wrapped his arms around my neck as my tongue explored his mouth, and I could feel his teeth lightly nibble on my lower lip. He bit down harder and I groaned. I could feel his bulge growing against my leg at my groan, which only made my predicament worse. He bit my lip again, obviously trying to get me to groan again, but this time I tried to tease him by not groaning. I sort of succeeded; all that came out of me was a strained whine. I kissed him harder so that he couldn't try to bite me again, pressing him into the bed with my body. He whined and ran his hands roughly through my hair as I separated our lips and planted mine on his neck again. I teased his neck again and let my hands travel down his body slowly.
   I could hear his heavy breathing as my hands neared the waistband of his jeans. My heart jumped into my throat with excitement; he had never let us go this far before. I reached his jeans and started fumbling with the buckle on his belt; he whined and I could feel his fingernails scratch my shoulders a little bit.
   As soon as I finally unbuckled his belt and was ready to relieve both of us of our predicaments, I heard the front door bang closed. We both jumped at the sound and I instinctively got off of him, rolling onto my back five inches away from him and staring at the door. Now we both were breathing heavy, from coming down from the excitement of the moment and from shock. We stared at each other for a second; I saw Drew's gaze slowly travel down to my pants, then his face flushed bright red and he looked away. When he wasn't looking I shamelessly stared at him. I'd imagined his face enough times- I mean NOTHING. . .
   We heard footsteps down the hall and Drew quickly rolled off the bed to retrieve our shirts, tossing me mine before putting his back on. Thankfully I had left the hickey low enough on his neck that his shirt covered it.
   As soon as our shirts were back on and Drew had buckled his belt again (to my disappointment, really) there was a knock on the door.
   "Yeah?" Drew answered, turning around to face me. He quickly gestured at my predicament, and I mouthed at him, 'Your fault!'
   "Could you put away the pot you left on the counter please?" His mom called through the door.
   "Yeah, Sorry, one sec." He said back, walking over to me.
   "Is there any way you can hide it?" He whispered to me.
   "Well I can't do anything to get rid of it now!" I whispered back. "Waiting for it to go away doesn't work for me."
   "Well hurry up then! I don't want Mom to know," Drew whispered.
   "Did you seriously just give me permission to-"
   "Yes, Fine, I don't care, just clean up after yourself and stay quiet!" His face turned red again and I chuckled.
   "What about yours, Genius?"
   "Waiting works," he replied. "Do what you need to, come out when you're done." With that he left the room, closing the door behind him again.

JESSIE
"Vee, I swear Drew is perfect for you." I said as my brother and I were cleaning up the practice room. Weapons were still everywhere from our last training session the night before.
   "Uh, thanks?" He replied, scrubbing blood off the floor.
   "I'm serious," I picked up a spear and put it on the rack. "I mean, who's boyfriend gives them permission to jerk off in their bedroom?"
   "Mine, obviously," Vee said nonchalantly.
   "I still can't believe you had to do that," I said.
   "Well what else was I supposed to do?"
   "Oh I dunno, maybe just avoid the whole situation in the first place."
   "It's not that easy, Jessica." Vee said, getting up to throw away the paper towel he was using to clean the blood off the floor. I shook my head at him.
   "You're disgusting."
   "Thanks, I try." He smirked at me and I threw a chunk of wood from a broken spear at him.
   "Dumbass."
   "Asshole."

That's a wrap folks! It took me too long to write this.
   I'm sorry I didn't update for so long, writer's block.
   Please comment, suggest scenes, all that stuff.
   Thanks for reading this!
-Snake Eyes