"Shit!" Leah shrieked, for what could have easily been the hundredth time.

She was stressed. Actually, borderline hysterically stressed. Clothes in her arms tried to be concealed somewhere, but ended up being dropped back to the floor because they were still wet. Frantically trying to think of a solution, but not being able to because she didn't know what she was doing.

The only thing she did know was that Tina was home early for a Friday and she could not, for one second, let her see-

"Stop sayin' shit. Is'not gonna make a d'ffr'ence."

Steven's slur into his pillow made Leah snap her attention to the human lump in her bed. A bare back showed the ridge of his spine from his hunched position, straggled ends of his hair bunched at his neck, and revealed little marks from her nails present on the back of his ribs.

Steven, who she had just had sex with, and was thirty seconds ago, giving a hand job to. Steven, who was also about to give her a third orgasm of the day. Steven, who she wanted to kiss constantly for accepting her, even if he tickled her until she cried.

"Jesus Christ, Steven." Leah rushed over, pulled the duvet down all the way, and slapped her hands on his shoulder to roll him over. "My flatmate's here. She's- you need to hide right now."

"Leah? Where the fuck are you?"

Steven, bless him, did not look happy as he lay on his back. Leah herself wasn't exactly pleased about the rash pulsing between her legs, or how she ached with emptiness that his fingers had been curing, but he was probably a lot closer than she was.

She certainly felt it in her hand.

He sighed, which disrupted her wandering eyes that had landed on his dick situation, and sat up. Gave her an unsatisfied look with drooped eyes that couldn't be hidden by messily dried, fluffy hair, and pulled up his boxers that were halfway down his thighs in painful defeat.

"Name?" he asked tiredly, adjusting himself.

"Wha-"

"Her name, Leah."

Leah stepped away as he swung his legs off the side of her bed. She even watched him stretch out his back either side so it clicked.

"Justine, but she prefers-" She stopped when Steven got up. Her eyes lifted over his puffed out chest from a deep breath, and landed easily on his brown eyes. "Wait, what are you doing?"

Warm hands sunk down on her shoulders, and then he pressed a kiss to her forehead.

"I'll deal with it."

Leah blinked at him in shock.

"Wha-uh, no. No, stay here. You're not going out like that."

She gestured crazily to his junk which was difficult to miss when the outline of his cock was extremely hard, despite being tucked up to his waistband.

But Steven was already turning away from her, massaging his lower back, and Leah was watching her man about to walk out of her bedroom, and meet her best friend in just his underwear that barely contained his-

Steven frowned curiously, lingering at the door.

"She's straight, right?"

"As far as I'm aw-" Leah copied his expression. "Hang on, what's-"

"Great," he smiled lazily, proudly rubbing his palm low on his stomach. "Even better."

"Steven!" she hissed, lunging forward. "Steven, get back here right now!"

Except she didn't get to him quick enough to pull his arm back, and all she received was a poking tongue between his lips for her efforts. Glued to the spot, she had to wait for the smooth accent of his voice to register in her ears, before her feet even thought about moving.

"Hey, gorgeous you must be-"

Leah squeezed her hands out in horror at the conversation that had started, stepped over another item of wet clothing, and fell out the door.

Immediately, she saw the slowing presence of Steven's bare back, also realising he had a really great arse that needed to be admired in future, and rushed over to the unfolding scene, dressed in something that wasn't her proudest outfit.

"Heyyy Tina!" Leah beamed, bundling under Steven's arm. She was intending to save the awkwardness, but really made it worse with her overly enthusiastic tone and nervous smile.

The intrigued blue eyes and pale stricken features took a while to flick over from their thorough observations, and the bag that probably had their uniforms in, was hanging loosely in her fingertips.

It was a rare sight to see Tina so lost for words.

"Hey...Leah."

Leah took a shaky breath, particularly when a warm hand rested dangerously low on her back. She didn't want to look up at Steven because she could feel his cool posture that contradicted her own, and she just knew there was some sort of flirtatious expression that curled his lips and was the reason behind her best friend's shock.

She cleared her throat, gesturing to the bare torso on her left.

"Um so, this is Steven. H-He's here because-"

"This is Steven!?" Tina exclaimed, recovered from her muted presence.

"In the flesh." Steven gave a proud little nod, and decided to take a seat on the sofa arm next to him. Naturally, that involved pushing out his crotch with his casual lean secured by a flat foot to mimic an Ancient Greek pose. "You talked about me?"

Determined not to look down, Leah found herself making her cheek twitch.

"Not exactly...?"

"Uh, yes exactly," Tina corrected, with no chance of their secrets staying hidden.

Leah glared at her best friend, despising the knowing smirk that was making itself apparent.

"So what is he doing here? I hope I didn't interrupt anything."

"A word," Leah gritted, overpowering the blatant sarcasm. "Now."

It kept Tina quiet, looking innocently away like she knew she was in trouble, and allowed the attention to turn sweetly back to Steven.

"Can you give us a minute?" Leah asked quietly, tempted to touch his chest, but realising her every move was probably being watched.

"'Course," Steven replied, like he understood perfectly. At least he had sat up more reservedly, but it still didn't change the fact he was ninety percent naked with a healthy cock jammed in his pants.

With a thankful smile, Leah turned. Her face fell, she pushed Tina's shoulder to encourage a brisk walk, and took her to the bedroom opposite her own.

The door slammed shut.

"So, does Steven usually greet people in his underwear?"

Leah pressed her head back, fingers splayed behind her, but she couldn't avoid the glint of amusement as she looked down her nose.

"Certainly a distraction," Tina continued, and made an increasing measurement with her hands. "What I saw...well, couldn't exactly miss-"

Pushing herself from the door roughly, Leah lifted a finger to point at the annoying face.

"You're disgusting, you know that?"

"What!? He's clearly packing a fucking sledgehammer down there. You're a lucky girl."

Flouncing on the bed, Leah ignored such comments, and pressed her eyes closed.

"Nice outfit."

She ignored her again, knuckles over her eyes, even if Tina had sat down by her feet.

"So, how many times did you...?"

The silent treatment continued, but a flinched swallow at the question gave the answer away cheaply.

"Oh, I so interrupted you, didn't I?"

Imagining the wild grin, Leah gave in and sat up, but slouched in embarrassment when she had to meet exactly what she imagined.

"No, we already...did before," she admitted stiffly, crossing her legs.

"That was round TWO?"

She winced.

"Well, technically more like...three."

"Oh my god, did he do aftercare!?"

A weak nod, but it was a confirmation all the same.

"Shitting holy shit, what the-"

"Hey, hey." Leah frowned seriously, forgetting her reluctant admittance to address the increasingly loud tone. "No stealing."

Tina sat on the bed properly, copied the crossed legs, and faced her with a new bout of excitement

"So, apart from getting you into bed, which he clearly did a very good job at, are you going to tell me why the fuck he's here, and in our flat?"

Leah elected to ignore the initial part of the statement, and took a deep breath, hands stabilising her thighs.

"I think he wants me to go back to Boston with him."

"What!?" Tina exclaimed, hunching forwards like she couldn't quite believe what she had heard. "This is SUCH a romantic story!"

"Would you keep your voice down?" Leah hissed, reclaiming her violently shaken knee by lifting it up. "He'll hear."

"I reckon he likes hearing you."

She tried nudging her foot into a face that was too close for comfort, and too cocky with a smile, but she just ended up frowning in displeasure.

"I cannot believe you are my best friend."

Getting the message, Tina sat up normally.

"I'm just so happy for you," she said, relaxing her hands on her knees. "Everything you've told me about him is so...unique and special, which is why I am demanding you to continue your tale of romance and go back with him."

Leah scoffed, and looked away to the window.

"Two weeks off work? I can't just take time off without notice, and anyway, I don't think you'll be able to cover for me."

"Well, we managed before, and you still need healing time. They'll understand."

Reluctantly, Leah cast her eyes back. Found blues that were exploding to make a reference that was probably to do with sex.

"Two weeks with Dreamy Steven. I wonder what will you ever get up to..."

She didn't sigh audibly, but it was all happening inside with the thought of sex and Steven quickly fogging her brain. His touch, his lips, how he was so talented with his fingers and knew how to use them. He was easily the best sex she'd ever had in many more ways than just knowing how to make her cum, and the best part of it all, was that they had just started. There was so much to learn about each other, and that was something she was holding onto very tightly.

"Are you sure it will be alright?"

"Yes," Tina assured blatantly. "Go get your happy ending. You deserve it."

Even if Leah broke into a shy smile at the idea, she just hoped it wasn't being jinxed.

"What are you waiting for?" The bed jumped. "Let's go tell 'im."

Leah looked up at the encouragement smiling at her. The support of her best friend who she had confided in pretty much everything, particularly the whole ordeal with Steven. There probably wasn't anything the woman didn't know about him, how they met, and how they met again.

So, she stood up too.

"Oh, and maybe tell him to put on something else," Tina added, hand braced over the door handle. "Genuinely don't think my eyes will be able to recover from the sheer size of his penis."

Leah was scratching at her hair.

"Yeah, we got a bit...wet."

"Well, I'm sure you did if that was jammed against you."

Not even her tired, blanked face of disappointment could hide the smile.

"Actually piss off. You're not even supposed to have finished work yet."

Tina pinched her tongue between her teeth in response, and opened the door.

"Lucky I did, eh?"

With a kind shove, they went back to the kitchen, Leah a little nervous by the thumbnail that grazed her front teeth, but Tina...not so much.

Steven had moved since they had left him and now sat on a barstool at the breakfast bar, knees spread, which accentuated a certain part of his anatomy, and was reapplying his jewellery. And like the gentleman he was, he had even put a few lights on and drawn curtains considering it was now dark outside.

"Thought you'd forgotten about me," he said, addressing his company.

Tina went straight into the kitchen.

"Don't worry Steven, your naked presence made quite an impression."

"Why thank you, darling," he responded, with genuine respect.

Leah folded her arms, having stopped fairly close to him. Specifically, the verge between the kitchen floor tiles and the rest of the panelled wood.

"Don't get jealous, baby." Steven looked up with a beautiful smirk as he adjusted a ring on his finger. "My eyes are for you only."

When he wasn't looking, Tina jumped into view making a heart gesture with her hands over her chest and Leah, in her annoyed state, batted a wrist at her to stop and go back to tinkering with the glasses from the dishwasher.

"Anyway, she says yes."

"Justine!" Leah whined, barely having the chance to get a word in. She was too busy watching Steven finish tying his bracelet on his wrist.

"What?" A cupboard closed. "You're taking too long."

Judging by the smile he was trying to hide, Steven was highly amused by the situation he was in.

"Also, she's not a nickname kinda girl but you've clearly changed her mind," Tina delightfully decided to mention, kicking up the dishwasher door with her foot.

Leah brought her hands together and clasped them tightly under her chin.

"Can you maybe go elsewhere?" she asked, tense in her voice to stop herself from losing her cool.

Tina closed another cupboard, slowly walking over.

"Fine, I'll be in my room," she said, surprisingly calm. No huff. No annoying comments, until she pointed between them and ruined it all. "No fucking."

A sarcastic smile full of disdain as it scrunched up her face, was what the crystal blue eyes saw, and Leah kept up her expression, until her idiot best friend disappeared out of sight.

Steven was looking at her strangely when she turned back around, unmoved from his seat apart from the fact he had leaned back on his elbows.

"Oh, she'll be listening," Leah said, pushing herself forwards to collect the finished apple core by his phone.

"She's nice," Steven commented thoughtfully. "Bold, no filter...A bit like you when you're horny."

She swatted his arm, glaring at the cheeky grin.

"Don't even go there."

Leah threw the core in the bin, knowing full well of the man awaiting her return, and she followed the urge to stand between his legs when she did.

Steven was prepared for this stance, and placed his hands on her waist in an instant.

"You don't like when I call you baby?"

Leah shrugged half-heartedly, an action which tipped her head to the side, and wrinkled her chin in thought.

"I don't mind baby, just don't expect me to say it back."

Her delivery was probably a bit tight, but it was just her blunt honesty. In doing so, she had a sudden thought of a nickname for him, one she had always wanted to say to a significant other, it just wouldn't be in English. But as she looked down into his brown eyes that really were a mix of the most beautiful shades, including a hint of green in certain lights, she decided it could be saved for another time.

"Oh."

"Hey, I do like it," Leah retraced softly, touching his shoulders. Lovely, strong shoulders that gracefully moulded into her palms as she moved them outwards. "Just not all the time...If you want to address me, my name is usually a good place to start."

Steven wrapped his arms around her waist instead, chin resting closer so he almost touched the fabric of her t-shirt. He looked up with shiny affection in his eyes.

"I've got a lot to learn, haven't I?"

Leah smiled in response, having already conceded to stroke back his drying hair. She could spend all day with her fingers in the messy curls, detangling, playing, or plaiting a section, and maybe she would on their trip to Boston.

Maybe, he would play with hers too.

"Good thing I'm going back with you then, isn't it?"

Steven's happy reaction was to squeeze her tight, and press his face into her stomach. It proved to be an easy butterfly filter, and she had to hold his face to give her caving tummy a break from his nuzzling.

"It's gonna be amazing." He smiled up at her with his crinkle nose. "You know why?"

"Why?" Leah asked, gently guiding a thumb to his chin where the prickle of stubble would return.

"Because you're going to be there."

Stopping her movement, she tapped one side of his jaw lightly. "Sappy-" She tapped the other side. "-Oaf."

Steven pushed his mouth up and out, eyebrows raised underneath his bangs.

"That's a nickname."

"Not really," Leah chuckled, dismissing his hopeful tone. "It's got a pretty bad meaning."

He shrugged.

"I don't mind."

Continuing to hold his face and flicking over his eyes that she got lost in for a moment, Leah leaned down and kissed him. It was just a brief peck, that maybe lingered a little longer with how his lips puckered, but it was all it took for his hands to start their exploration.

"I also know a place where we won't be interrupted..."

Resisting how low his voice was, how his eyes wandered downwards to follow the settling of his hands on the top of her thighs where the hem of her top ended, Leah pushed his shoulders back.

"I want to see the guys, you know," she said, keeping the subject clean.

Steven strained a hum, chest tight, and then released it.

"Sorry sunshine, but the package deal is me...and my package."

That one, she didn't mind so much. She actually quite liked it, but she sighed at the sex reference, and stepped out of his hold before she wouldn't be able to.

"Where are you going?" he asked, never leaving her eyes.

"I've got some packing to do, haven't I?" Leah answered, with a crooked curl to her lips.

And with her lazy sort of smile, she turned away. She would probably bump into Tina who would help her pack, or maybe Steven would chase after her with the interpreted invitation and help her instead. Or maybe she would pack alone. She just knew one thing was absolutely certain and it made her smile turn all giddy.

She was going to Boston, and she was going with Steven.

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