The unfamiliar feeling of having someone else in bed with you caused you to snap awake, quickly relaxing at the realization that it was just Shawn. Wrapped around you. Shirtless.

He stirred in his sleep, nuzzling against your shoulder as you grinned to yourself, wondering how and when he managed to slip out of the t-shirt he fell asleep in. Without waking him, you carefully slipped out of his grasp to brush your teeth and run a comb through your matted hair.

Your grumbling stomach interrupted the tranquil silence gracing the condo, an idea striking you. You padded over to the nightstand and unlocked your phone, quickly ordering McDonald's breakfast through Uber Eats.

A throaty groan stole your attention as you placed the order, leading you to set your phone down and grin at the barely-awake man looking up at you. One arm rested behind his head and a lazy smile adorned his cheeks as he spoke, "g'morning."

His gigantic t-shirt only barely covered your ass as you put your knee up on the bed, ready to climb back in with him.

"Good morning to you, sleepyhead," you smiled, making your way over to his warm frame and placing your knees on either side of his hips. Unable to resist, you leaned down and began littering his chest with soft kisses. Welcome-home kisses. I-missed-you kisses. I-might-be-falling-in-love-with-you-but-I'm-too-afraid-to-admit-it kisses. His skin was satin soft beneath your smooth lips.

"Someone missed me," his chest vibrated as he spoke, his deep morning voice threatening to make you shiver.

"Someone missed me mooooore," you teased, sitting back and settling against the newly-hardened length straining his briefs.

He reached up, tugging you back down to meet his face. You noticed the gold speckles in his eyes. Catching you by surprise, he tugged your bottom lip with his teeth, giggling a bit at his own awkwardness. You could have melted on the spot. If you had, you would have thanked him.

You pulled back a bit, freeing your pout before leaning down to capture his own in a real kiss. Slowly, his hand found your hips beneath your (his) t-shirt, lightly kneading the soft flesh before tightening his grip and flipping you beneath his heavy body.

You released a little squeal as he so suddenly had you pinned down, his strong arms framing you in and his hard cock on your inner thigh. A smile reached his puffy, glossy eyes and his porcelain morning skin was so soft on yours as he bumped your nose with his own, prompting you to give his curls a tug. He missed this. With a wide grin, he dipped his head down to your neck, nipping at your skin and leaving wet kisses everywhere he desired.

He giggled as he spoke to you between kisses, "Somehow, I, still, haven't seen, that, cute little ass, in those, baby blue panties." Your breath hitched.

"You haven't asked nicely," you quipped, causing him to snap his head up to meet our gaze.

He opened his mouth the respond cleverly, a blush creeping up his cheeks before being interrupted by a knock at the door.

"Wha-"

"I ordered breakfast," you spoke as you patted his shoulder, signalling for him to roll off of you. He obeyed, allowing you to make your way out into the living room without even bothering to put on a pair of pants.

Shawn shook his head at you with a chuckle, locating his t-shirt to join you in the kitchen. You had placed the brown bags on the table, meeting his puffy eyes. He was looking at you and you were looking at him and he looked so fucking happy.

"How'd you know I'd want extra hash browns?" he asked, unloading the contents of the take-out bag.

"Lucky guess," you muttered. You'd never admit you'd seen him order multiple in an old YouTube compilation of his snapchat stories from 2016. That'd give you away.

You ate in comfortable silence and Shawn seemed to be over the moon. And quite hungry.

"Let me help you with that," he said, rising from his seat to assist you in cleaning the mess. You made your way to the sink with the plates, placing them down as you felt Shawn come up behind you and wrap his arms around your middle.

"What's gotten into you, Mendes?" you grinned, leaning your head back against his shoulder.

"Just missed you," he muttered into your hair, pressing a kiss to the side of your head.

Stop, you tell yourself. This is too far. This is dangerous. Neither of you are looking for a relationship and if you were, you'd have talked about it by now. You knew you shouldn't sleep with him again.

Stop, Shawn tells himself. This is too far. This is dangerous. She doesn't want to be with me and I can't afford to hurt her. I could never. But she's pressing her ass into my hips and her hair smells so good and fuck, she's looking back at me with those big beautiful eyes. I can't stop.

And before you know it, you're kissing. His wet lips moved to your neck and it went from sweet to rough and needy. The feeling of his teeth on your skin and his cock poking your ass and the wetness pooling in your panties put you in a lustful haze. You needed him.

His hands moved up your (his) shirt and your fingers were in his hair as he sucked purple marks to the side of your throat, and it wasn't long before his pyjama bottoms were around his thighs and he had you bent over the countertop.

"This okay?" he asked huskily, fingernails pressing into the flesh of your sides as you nodded desperately against the granite of the counter.

"Please," you whispered, longing to feel full again. Full of him.

He slipped into you, filling you to the hilt and for a second, just a second, all was good in the world again.

"Fuckin' missed this," he groaned.

"Missed you."

"Missed you, baby." Baby. "Missed you takin' my cock like this."

He pounded into you relentlessly, giving you everything he had and you took it. You reveled in the feeling of the drag of his cock against your soft, bare walls and he had you moaning, begging for him to give you more.

"Feel good, Shawn?" you panted, pushing back against him, desperate for him to go impossibly deeper.

"Fuck," he grunted, pressing his forehead between your shoulder blades as his hips rabbited against your ass.

"That's it, baby," you spoke, "use me."

That was all it took. He quickly deduced himself to a mumbling mess of profanities, sweat pooling in his hairline and emotions erupting in his chest as he rowed into you, eager to reach orgasm right there in the goddamned kitchen.

He pressed his face against you harder, releasing inside of you and fighting back words he knew he'd regret in a few minutes.

You stayed in place, satisfied not by orgasm but by what you were able to give him. He slipped out of your heat with a wince, pulling a sigh from your lips. His pants were back on and he was gently tugging your panties up your thighs before he spun you around on shaky knees.

You were a bit wobbly but he had you, cheeks rosy and arms quick to pull you in so he could plant a kiss on your forehead.

"Thank you," he spoke, a look of nervousness washing over his features. Maybe he regretted it. Maybe he realized you were two roommates digging themselves deeper into a mess they wouldn't be able to fix.

"I was, uh, I'm headed to the gym," he spoke lowly, releasing you from his grip. "I'm wondering if maybe you want to join me?"

You thought about it for a second. "Can I wear my Skechers?"

He laughed. Actually. His head tilted back and his Adam's apple bobbed and his eyes crinkled in the corners. "Sure."

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You'd barely made it through half the workout before Shawn was straining his gym shorts.

"Are you kidding?" you asked him sharply, motioning to the semi-pitched tent in the sheer fabric.

"Stop doing those fucking squats, then," he raised both brows, attempting to be stern.

"How have you made it this far?" you asked, reaching for your water bottle on the floor. "Working out for years if you can't control yourself at the sight of an ass in leggings?"

"S'not that," he shook his head with a grin, eyes darkening, "it's your ass in leggings."

You both made a beeline for the elevator in an instant.

"Stop licking your lips," he said flatly, eyes emotionless as he crossed his arms over his broad chest.

"Oh my God, Shawn," you giggled. You really couldn't do anything without him noticing. Or little himnoticing, particularly. Noted.

He groaned.

"If you think I'm putting your sweaty balls in my mouth, I swear to God," you raised a brow at him, keeping a straight face as the elevator climbed.

"I was thinking of something along the lines of a shower, but if you insist," he grinned cheekily, bumping the toe of your shoe with his. He looked at you with adoration.

The two of you practically raced into the apartment, Shawn heading for his washroom as you retrieved towels from the linen closet. You kicked your shoes off and hurried into his room, rounding the corner into his washroom as you found yourself stunned at the sight before you.

He stood there, shirtless, shower already running. Fuck.

"Why aren't you in yet?" you asked, slowly placing the towels on the countertop.

"Was waiting for you," he muttered, straightening out the bath mat on the floor with his toe.

You couldn't fight the blush creeping up your already-rosy cheeks. You grabbed at the hem of your Nike shirt, cursing yourself for buying one a little snug as it got stuck. Tangled in the weird straps of your sports bra, you stood in front of Shawn with your sticky arms over your head, wrapped in too-tight fabric.

You could hear Shawn suppressing his laughter as he closed the space between you, hands finding a home on your bare sides.

"Let me help you," he chuckled.

"It's stuck on this stupid bra," you sighed, arms starting to go numb from being held above your head. "Just peel it off too."

Carefully, his gentle hands peeled the fabric from your body. His eyes were on yours as you were freed from the constraints of your own clothing, indicating he hadn't been staring at your boobs.

"Okay," he grinned, your shirt and bra falling to the floor. "I'd imagine you can take your own pants off like a big girl." He turned to face the wall with a giggle. As if he hadn't seen you naked before.

You embarrassedly kicked them off, eyes fixed on his muscular back the entire time. Fully naked, you stepped into his shower and stood beneath the stream of warm water. Shawn was quick to follow, closing the glass door behind him as the water hit his head.

"My god, Mendes, didn't know you had a bowl cut," you teased, motioning to the hair stuck to his forehead.

"Shut uppppp," he spoke with a grin.

"Not sure I wanna be in here with you looking like that," you giggled.

"No one's forcing you to stay," he spoke with a grin, tilting his head a bit as his gaze fell to your lips.

"I'll stay," you found yourself whispering, subconsciously leaning in to close the space between your bodies.

His lips encapsulated yours in the gentlest kiss, his hands snaking up your sides to cup your cheeks, pulling you impossibly closer.

His lips against yours and his cock on your leg and his skin on your nipples took over your senses, causing you to fight every fibre in your being not to maul him right there.

"Did you," you spoke against his lips, "did you bring a condom? In here?"

"I was actually thinking you'd let me wash your hair instead," he grinned sheepishly, reaching for the shampoo.

"Oh, okay," you nodded, fighting a grin as you turned around, your back to him as he poured a glob of shampoo in his right hand.

He began working his magic fingers into your scalp, forcing your eyes to flutter shut as you focused on the feeling of his firm body against yours, hands in your hair. You couldn't see the stupid grin plastered on his face.

Your blush crept up your whole body and you told yourself it was because of the heat of the shower. You knew it wasn't.

But fuck, was he ever something. You wanted nothing more than to get out of the shower, put on a pair of Shawn's sweats and snuggle up with him on the couch.

Maybe one day he'd ask you to give him a neck massage. Or maybe he liked his head scratched. Maybe sometimes he wanted a foot rub. You didn't know, but you wanted to give it to him. He deserved everything. Anything and everything.

This was getting too intimate.

His hands in your hair led your mind elsewhere, wondering if this would ever go further than sex and flirting. It seemed that the two of you connected on a level beyond friends, but neither was willing to admit it. It was too scary, or maybe too painful. You weren't sure. But as the weather got colder and the days grew shorter, it sure was nice having someone to hold.

"Hey," Shawn mumbled in your ear, leaning down to plant a soft kiss on the side of your neck. "Where'd you go?"

"M'here," you mumbled with a grin, turning in his arms and resting your chin on his chest. Water was pelting you in the face but you didn't care. He needed to feel what you were feeling. You wanted him to feel how appreciated he was.

Maybe you loved him. Maybe it wasn't even romantic love. Yeah, right.

Your hands ran over the expanse of his sides, feeling the butter-soft skin beneath your fingertips. He was here. He was tangible. Maybe he was even yours.

His lips curled into a tight-lipped smile as he leaned down and captured your lips in a soft kiss. You melted into him, reaching for the back of his head and holding his face to yours once he began to pull away. You opened your mouth to welcome his tongue, inhaling sharply as the kiss got heated and his hands travelled to your ass, grabbing a handful. He moaned in your mouth as you wrapped your hand around his cock, massaging the tip with your thumb as his tongue fought yours for dominance.

"Fuck," he grunted, pulling away and attaching his lips to your neck. You groaned loudly, holding onto his curls for dear life as his mouth worked its way down your throat and to your chest, sucking the skin purple.

He trailed haste pecks down your abdomen and dropped to his knees, water running down his face as he looked up at you through hooded lids. You nodded, propping your leg up against the wall to spread yourself for him. He wasted no time, diving into your core and lapping at you with his hot tongue.

"Fuck," you cried, resting your head against the cold tile and tangling your fingers in his hair as his dark eyes met yours, laced with determination and lust.

"Hands, Shawn," you panted, "need your fingers."

He pulled away, nipping at your inner thigh as his fingertips danced over your slick heat. Without warning, he attached his lips to your clit and sucked, hard, dipping two long fingers into your entrance. Your knees buckled, threatening to give out as he curled them inside of you, the knot in your stomach threatening to unravel.

Then, the doorbell rang.

"Ignore it," Shawn mumbled with his nose against your pubic bone, cock perked up between his legs. It rang again.

"Are you expecting anyone?" you panted, running your fingers through his hair and detaching his mouth from your core. He looked up at you, face contorting from a look of confusion to one of panic. "O-oh no. Shit."

"What? Shawn, wha-"

"It's my mom," he spoke, eyes wide as he stood and panted a kiss on your forehead. "I'm so sorry," he spoke quickly, practically throwing himself out of the shower and wrapping a towel around his waist.

The sinking feeling in your stomach only intensified as you frantically pondered what to do next. Shawn was out of the shower, so you started by turning it off. She'd know someone was in there. In hiswashroom.

Fuck, what if she notices you both have wet hair? Of course she will. She's a mom. She's going to fucking see you coming out of his bedroom, for fuck's sake, you thought to yourself.

You could hear Shawn unlocking the front door out in the kitchen, so there was no point in calling out to him to ask how long she'd be staying. You pulled your underwear and leggings on, wandering into Shawn's bedroom in search of an acceptable hoodie. After running a brush through your unconditioned hair, you could only make out the sound of faint mumbling coming from the living room. It was your time to shine, apparently.

You stepped out, a bashful grin creeping up Shawn's lips as he caught sight of you. Of course, this caused his mother to look in your direction.

"Oh, hi!" she spoke excitedly, standing from her spot on the couch. "I'm Karen," she pulled you in for a hug, hand patting your back comfortingly. "I was wondering when I'd finally meet this girlfriend Shawn won't stop talking about."

"O-oh," you blinked, looking at Shawn over her shoulder. He couldn't meet your gaze. Busted.

"I'm not here long, only dropping off a few things," she pulled away, returning to her spot on the couch and patting the cushion beside her, "but I guess now's a good time to talk about it."

You looked from her to Shawn, unsure of what was happening or what was about to happen. Karen interrupted your thoughts.

"Shawn says you'll be spending Christmas with us this year?"