Eric's Pov:

"I'm not fucking going. Why don't you assholes listen to me when I say hell fucking no?" I snapped.

"You're going whether you like it or not so be ready at ten to get stupid shwasted and party your ass off. We'll be there to drag your bitch ass out. Peace!" John yelled hanging up the phone while I sent him a telepathic death glare.

It's new year's eve and instead of getting ready to party my ass off or even better fuck like there's no tomorrow. My awesome ass is at home organizing my fucking closet. Seriously I'm color coordinating this bitch.

KT and the guys are going to some huge ass party tonight but I just ain't feeling the party mood. I don't want to see KT and Daniel being all mushy and John hitting on anything with a pulse. I just want to sit here and wallow and worry about what the hell Steven's doing tonight.

Why? Because I've been a depressed mess since Steven left. Seriously I think I'm going through withdraw or something. Don't get me wrong he calls me every day and we talk about our day and whatever but it's nothing compared to how much time we've spent together since we started dating.

Hell even before we were together we still saw each other every day in and out of school. Then once we started we just sort of merged everything we do together. Hell this is the fist time I've stayed in my own apartment since we first hooked up.

I looked at the clock and sighed. He hasn't called me yet today and it's getting late. He better call or I swear to god I'm going to kick his ass when he comes home in a few days.

Seriously I keep worrying that he's going to party with a bunch of hot French guys like that dick head Jacques. Does it still count as cheating if he's in another country? Yeah, yep definitely and he better not even think about doing it or there will be hell to pay. I'm not going to share him, not even for one night. He's mine period, end of fucking discussion and them stupid French assholes better not even think about touching him. Cause I'll get me a fucking passport just to fly over there and beat there asses.

What the hell is wrong with me? I've never gotten like this over a guy before. Even guys that I was with way longer never effected me the way he does.

I was always the one in control, shit I was actually kind of distant and even a little cold with my exes but with him everything's different. It's like I cant get enough time with him, even if it's us just watching tv or goofing around.

I like him being the 'man' and I love that he can be sweet and thoughtful, match me quip for quip, he's dominant without being domineering and he's smart, sexy and can lay the pipe like no ones business.

God I am so in over my head with him.

Maybe this is a good thing. Space away from him to clear out all the pheromones he puts out and time to calmly evaluate how I feel about him without panicking if I'm in too deep.

It's not like I love him right? Cause I mean what is love anyway? An intense like with lust, caring and respect mixed in? Okay yeah I feel that but it can't mean I love him right. Love could mean something else entirely that I wont even recognize?

I mean my parents supposedly loved me and look how that turned out and Richard supposedly loved me and that wasn't any better. Hell all it did was make him a creepy psycho with a fuck load of issues and stalking isn't even the worst of it.

But Delilah and Patrick obviously love each other and look how happy they are together. And KT and Daniel truly love each other and their indecently happy together.

So I shouldn't be freaking out that I love him right? Shit! I meant IF I love him. Yeah that is exactly what I meant.

Ughh what ever it is that I feel about him, he makes me happy. Probably the happiest I've ever been. So I'm just going to take it all as it comes and not panic about labeling my feelings or his.

*Knock*Knock*Knock*

Grrr was it ten already? Okay so I can ignore their banging in which case they'll just keep on and get louder then KT will eventually pick my locks or I can go over there and make it clear that I'm not going to go out tonight because I'm not in the fucking mood.

I stomped to the door and threw it open ready to bitch at my pushy friends but my mouth dropped open and I became speechless.

Until a very manly giggle and even manlier squeal popped out of my mouth and I launched myself at Steven sealing my lips to his.

"Hey baby." He cooed when I finally pulled back for air.

"What are you doing here? I thought you weren't coming back for another two days." I panted out breathless from him greeting.

He smiled and pulled me more firmly against him. "Well I squeezed the meetings that were scheduled for the next two days into the last couple of days. So I could surprise you by coming home in time for us to spend new year's eve together."

"Awe you missed me didn't you? Had to come home and have your Eric fix?" I teased.

"You know they say the person you bring in the new year with is the person you'll spend the year with." He murmured kissing his way to my ear.

That emo mood and tight unsettled feeling I've had since he left was gone. Replaced with warmth, happiness and a sudden realization.

"God I love yo. Your shirt. Is it new? It's really nice and brings out your um muscles and hair. Yeah it's a great shirt and you should totally wear it every day."

He laughed and kissed my forehead. "Man I missed you. So good surprise?"

"Yeah great surprise."

I bit my lip and mentally smacked the shit out of myself. Did I seriously almost blurt out that I loved him? What the hell was I thinking?

Pshh I wasn't thinking I was feeling and finally understanding what that stupid feeling was. I'm in fucking love with him and Oh my god I totally just used the gayest cover up ever.

I love your shirt, it brings out your muscles and hair. Ughh someone please shoot my retarded ass.

"So how about you come inside and show me exactly how much you missed me." I murmured trying to not drawl any attention to my spazz out.

He lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist so he could carry us in. He kicked the door shut but we didn't make it further then the table before we were attacking the clothes off each other in our rush to make up for the last week apart.

We didn't waste any time teasing and truthfully I don't think I could have made it through foreplay without embarrassing myself. That's how needy for him I was. He worked me open with less then his usual finesse but I was to lost in his kisses and my need for him to hurry up and be inside me for it to matter.

In fact I loved that he was as desperate for me as I was for him.

"You ready baby?" He asked with a wicked smirk that sent tingles through my entire body.

"Hell yeah I am. Been ready and waiting for the past week."

He rolled on a condom and spit in his hand for extra lube. I watched with lust glazed eyes as he smoothed his spit over his massive length. He gripped my hips and smoothly slid into me.

"Oh fuck yeah!" I groaned, pulling him down by his arms so I could kiss the lips I've missed so much. His moan vibrated his chest and he wrapped his arms around my back to lift my up off the table and turned so I was up against the wall for support while he slammed into me.

Even in his rush to move us from the table to up against the wall he never lost his rhythm.

It was fast, frenzied and loud with both of us groaning, growling, moaning and panting out each others names. I was on the edge of blowing my load against his chest when I heard a very unwanted and horribly familiar giggle.

"Oh fuck my life I've just died and gone to spank bank heaven!" KT screeched. While John and Daniel both laughed and like the twin minded idiots they are said. "Damnnnn" Together.

Steven stopped and leaned his head against my neck. "Please tell me I'm hallucinating." He whined breathlessly against the side of my neck.

"I just lost my hard on if that tells you anything." I whined back.

I looked over his shoulder and there stood a smirking John and red faced Daniel trying to snatch KT's phone from her.

"Just one picture please Danny and I'll love you forever! Do you know how often I've pictured those sexy bitches fucking each other? This is my fucking spank bank fantasy come true!" She screamed aiming the phone towards us.

"Get her the fuck out of here!" I yelled beyond pissed off and more then a little embarrassed. Daniel threw her over his shoulder and literally ran out of my apartment.

John laughed and walked closer and I glared. "Whatever it is you're thinking you better not cause I'll fuck your shit up."

"Kinda like Mr B was just doing to you? Haha I'm gonna be picturing this shit for years to come." He ran up smacked Steven on the ass and turned around and ran to the door.

"Damn Mr B your ass is almost as nice as mine. Have fun boys. I'll just lock the door on my way out! I cant fucking wait till school starts again!" He slammed the door cutting off my frustrated roar.

Steven laughed and pulled back to look at me. "Your friends are-"

"Dead totally and completely dead once I get my hands on them!" I grumbled.