Too Late - Pt 5
paring: Gareth Emerson x fem!reader
summary: You’ve always secretly pined over Eddie Munson, your best friend, but when you find out he’s dating Chrissy Cunningham, you reach your breaking point. you seek comfort from Gareth, your second best friend. you figure out he’s got a crush, but you don’t know who, you were determined to figure it out though. but he was determined to keep his feelings for you locked away forever. but plans change, right?
warnings: (18+) discussions of verbally/mentally abusive behavior, discussions of slightly physically abusive behavior, sob and sympathy for Chrissy, Eddie being a dick, bonding with Chrissy (not really a warning but deserving of a mention), kissing, scandalous clothing, mild smut kinda, mums.
character description: fem, she/her pronouns, female anatomy, hair at least long enough to sweep back from face.
You and Chrissy stood behind your mother as she unlocked the door to your house. It wasn’t nearly as big as Chrissy’s, it was just a two bedroom, but it was home. You walked inside, immediately grabbing her hand and dragging her to your bedroom. You shut the door behind you in a huff, turning to face her with your hands on your hips.
“Welcome to my humble abode.” You smiled.
“Thank you.” She nodded graciously, looking around, inspecting the posters on the walls, “It’s kind of like Eddies.”
You laughed, “Yeah. you mean the mess? Or the design?” You kicked a shirt off your floor and into the pile of semi-dirty clothes.
She turned to you, a little red in the cheeks, “The design…” She bit her lip, “but the mess too I guess.”
You laughed- no, snorted - and walked over, flopping down on your bed, “Yeah, he has a pretty big influence on me. Hope you don’t mind. I was not expecting a guest as prestigious as yourself.”
She tutted, rolling her eyes, “Stop it.” she smiled, a small laugh escaping her lips, “I couldn’t care less.”
“That’s good then.” You sat yourself up on your elbows, “I bet your’s is pristine clean.”
“Only because my mum hires a cleaner.”
“Still.” you shrugged, “You can sit down you know… if you want. Promise my sheets are relatively clean. You won't contract a virus.”
She laughed, “Well, I didn’t think I would. But now you’ve brought it up, I’m a little worried.”
You shook your head smiling, and she took a seat on the bed beside you, “So…” you bit your lip, “Did you wanna talk about Eddie? He obviously hurt you.”
She sighed, “I don’t know… he’s just- he’s acting weird.”
You played with the hem of your dress, “You're gonna have to be more specific, Chris. He’s always weird.”
She scoffed a laugh, “Right.” She unbuckled her shoes and crossed her legs on the bed, facing you, “I don’t know. Basically, after asking me out he was really sweet and all, everything was nice and normal… treated my like a princess and stuff-”
“Hmm.” you rolled over to your side, facing her now too, “Yeah, he’s only been into you since forever.”
She blushed, “Really?” she bit her lip, “That’s cute.”
“Yeah.” you nodded, “So, sweet and stuff?”
“Yeah…” she thought for a moment, “He didn’t act like my past boyfriends, you know. He made me feel really comfortable. That’s why we had sex so fast I think-”
She giggled, “Oh, shut up.”
You just smiled, kicking your boots off.
“So, he was just great, you know. Everything was about me. And then you had the intervention, and obviously he stopped spending as much time with me, but that part didn’t bother me because I wanted him to spend more time with you. But then, he was just- I don’t know, he was just different. He was on edge. He got so pissed off everytime I brought your name up in conversation. And he just stopped being super sweet.”
“Oh.” You furrowed your eyebrows, “I’m sorry…”
“Yeah,” she sighed, “And then last night. Well… he didn’t even tell me he was gonna play you a song, and I swear he was- never mind that. But, he was different, he was mean- and scary.”
You sat up to be eye level with her, you tipped your head, “Scary?”
She nodded, the memory making her sink down, a hint of fear in her eyes, “Yeah, scary. He- he was aggressive. He almost threatened me- he did threaten me, I think. He said I wasn’t allowed to be friends with you. He said I was ruining everything.”
“He said he should just break up with me, that I was overreacting about him singing a song to you. He told me that if I was going to get jealous that easily, it wasn’t worth being with me-”
“And that I’m just looking for excuses to dump the freak.” she shook her head, a small tear slipping down her cheek, “He grabbed my wrist tightly, pulled and pushed me around. And then he went to drop your present off and when he came back it was different again.”
You swallowed, a hand reaching out to hold hers, “What happened?”
“Well, he got back in the van and he was just cold and quiet. I tried to ask if you liked it but he just looked at me with such disgust.”
“He said, ‘never mention her again. If it weren't for you, Chrissy, everything would be normal. Everything would be good. This is all your fucking fault.’, and then he didn’t say another word, he just dropped me home.”
“Chrissy…” you swallowed, “I hate to say this but… maybe your friends were right. Maybe you should dump him.”
Her face went pale, she couldn’t say anything.
“He’s not.” she defended him, though, neither of you knew why, “He’s just… confused or something.”
“I don’t know!” She started to cry, “But- but I think I love him and I don’t want to leave him.”
Your shoulders relaxed down, nothing but sorrow and sympathy felt for her, “Chris- I’m sorry.”
“He will come around, I’m sure of it-” she tried to convince herself, “he just needs time.”
“I’m not leaving him.” she pressed, “Not yet anyway. I can't.”
You nodded, “Don’t give him the satisfaction. Don’t give him the time. Don’t give him your tears.” you pulled her into a hug, “If time is what he needs, then he can have that by himself. He can come chasing you when he’s ready. Don’t put yourself in a position where you could just get even more hurt.”
She nodded into your shoulder and pulled you in tighter, “I won't.”
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Meanwhile, Eddie sat on his bed. He didn’t sleep last night. Not for one minute. He couldn’t. He hated himself. He hated himself more than he had ever hated anything before. He tried calling Chrissy all morning, but there was no answer. The one time someone did pick up the phone, it was her disapproving mother, who just told him she wasn’t home - out with a friend actually - Eddie didn’t think anything of it. He rubbed the palms of his hands into his eyes, scolding himself for what he was about to do. He walked out to the kitchen, thankfully Wayne was out having a smoke, and dialled your number into the phone. It took a while, he was about to hang up, but thankfully you answered.
“Hello?” Your voice was soft, you were still consoling Chrissy, the both of you sharing a tub of chocolate ice cream on your bed, chilling in a set of your sweats.
You looked up at her with a soft, apologetic smile, and she just waved her hand, shoving another spoonful of ice cream into her mouth.
“Princess.” His heart raced at the sound of your voice.
Your face dropped, your nose flared, your grip on the phone and your spoon tightened, you just stared at Chrissy, “I told you not to call me that.”
The minute you said that, she knew. More tears filled her eyes, and she tried to stop it with more ice cream.
“Ah, right.” he scolded himself, “Sorry, sorry. I forgot.”
“What do you want?” you were so cold.
He sighed, tears threatening to fall, “I just wanted to ask if you got your present.”
There was a moment of silence, and for a second he thought you had hung up. You looked over to Chrissy with sorry eyes, “You broke it, remember?”
He hit the wall, his head pressing against it shortly after, “Right.”
“Shame.” you shrugged, still no emotion in your tone, “But I say you kind of deserve your money being wasted.”
He held his breath for a moment, eyes fluttering shut, “I’m sorry.”
“Whatever, Munson.” you shook your head, “Do you have anything else to say? Or can I hang up?”
“Uhm..” he thought for a moment, debating whether he should say what he wanted to say, “I overheard you saying-
Chrissy whispered, “Just hang up on him.”
You whispered back, “I will if he takes any longer.”
He tensed up, “Are you with someone?”
“Who– fuck, are you with Chrissy?” Anger seeped through his tone.
“Don’t you fucking start with me, Munson.” you scoffed, “How dare you treat her like that. I thought you fucking new better. She said you grabbed her, yelled at her, shoved her, tried to control her, Eddie. She can chose her own fucking friends.”
He huffed throug his nose, “Yeah but she can’t fucking chose you.”
There was a long moment of silence. The air felt thick. You looked at Chrissy and took a breath.
“I don’t think I am, anymore, Eddie.” you smiled, an anger filled laugh escaped you, “You pushed me away, not the other way around.”
“And I’m sorry. But I don’t want you being friends with her. Your mine, and that’s all that fucking matters.”
You licked your lips, “I’m not yours, Eddie. Haven’t been for a while, thanks to you. You haven’t so much as asked me how I’ve been in weeks. I’m allowed to be friends with Chrissy if I want to be. Plus, wouldn’t you want your best friend and girlfriend to get along?”
“Not with you.” He rubbed his forehead, “I don’t want her to be my girlfriend.”
You froze, your face turning away from Chrissy, “Your aware I’m-”
“Sitting next to her? I know.” He laughed, “I’m assuming she’s gone and told you everything I said last night. So what’s a fucking nother thing?”
“Look, Eddie.” you sighed, “If you really don’t want that, then you need to fucking tell her that… properly. Don’t tell me.”
“But, I tell you everything.” His voice softened.
“Not if you keep that fucking attitude up.”
“Your not fucking acting like it.” you scoffed, “You need to get your shit together. Crissy and I are friends, and that’s fucking final. You need to figure out whether you're gonna be okay with that or not. Don’t come running to me about it.”
“Eddie. You're just making me angrier.”
“So fucking what.” He scoffed, “Your my fucking princess. I’m gonna call you that if I want too.”
“Shut the fuck up.” He pressed, “Princess, you're my best friend. Don’t you have some fucking compassion-”
“Compassion?” you laughed, “Compassion! You have got to be kidding me, right?”
“Eddie, you have done nothing but hurt me… hurt everyone. You need to get your shit together.”
“I-” he swallowed, “I will. I promise. I need you.”
You hesitated for a moment, taking a shaky breath, “You already have.”
He wasn’t sure what to feel. Tears poked at his eyes, slipping down his cheeks, burning his skin. He bit his lip, trying to hide the sounds of sobs and pain he was creating. He pressed his head harder against the wall, banging it slightly in anger.
“Pl- please.” he spluttered, “I can’t- don’t.”
“Fix yourself, or you're gonna lose everyone else too.”
“Y/N, please. I can’t. I love you,” He sobbed, “Please, I need you. I’m fucking in lo-”
You hung up, not caring what else he had to say. Well, that was a lie. You would always care about what he had to say. You love him, for christs fucking sake, he was your best friend. But right now, he was pissing you off far too much. It was bad enough for him to cut you off and call his girlfriend the name he gave you, but then for him to forget your birthday, to treat Chrissy like that… no, you weren't gonna have it. You didn’t want to give him the benefit of the doubt you always used to give him. Afterall, you always gave him that because you were in love with him, and you just wanted him to love you back. But now, now you weren't in love with him, and you werent gonna let him get away with his shitty attitude.
“You okay?” you instantly asked her.
Her eyebrows furrowed, “Am I okay?” She sighed, “Are you okay? You're the one who talked to him.”
You smiled at her softly, “I’ll be alright.”
“Wanna watch a movie?” You smiled, “I think we have a can of whipped cream in the fridge, and MnMs, we can make this a giant sunday and watch a chick flick before I get ready?”
She perked up, her tears now stopping, “Oh god, yes please.”
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“Okay, so…” you held open the doors to your wardrobe, looking inside, Chrissy sitting on your bed looking with you, “What the fuck do you wear on a date with your best friend?”
“Something cute.” She smiled, “Something a little scandalous maybe. Get him all flustered and stuff.”
“He is really easy to fluster- Oh my Ozzy.”
“What?” Her eyes widened.
“I just realised, I totally freak him out all the time. I thought he was just sweet… you know, innocent maybe. Just didn’t wanna look at me the wrong way and make me uncomfortable. Which, I’m sure is partially the fact, but it’s because he’s been into me!”
She laughed, “What do you do to him?”
“Well, for one, I ask him for opinions on my skimpy outfits- oh my goodness, sometimes I tell him that certain clothes make my ass or boobs look great and show him! And he always shys away.”
“Well, at least he’s not a perv-”
“Oh my god, he was with me when I brought my vibrator.” your face went red.
“Yeah-” you shook your head, “Don’t you?”
“No-” She gave you an unsure look.
“Well… it’s a great investment.” you shook your body out, “But oh my god, no wonder he was so awkward that day… and for like the next few days.”
She laughed, “You traumatised the poor man.”
“Aww…” you made a pouty face and laughed, “Poor thing.”
“Okay,” She smiled, “back on topic. Clothes.”
“Clothes.” you nodded, turning back to your wardrobe.
“Even if you don’t plan on having sex or anything, it’s always good to wear your nice ones. Just in case.” She smiled so sweetly, “And it boosts your confidence. Makes you feel really nice.”
You shrugged nervously, “Okay… what ones should I wear then?”
“Well, what do you have?” She tipped her head, “If you wanna do the whole, sweet innocence thing go for a white or a pink- but I get that’s not so much your thing. Maybe a sexy black- or red?”
“Uhm…” you thought for a moment, burring through your underwear drawer, “I’m not sure… I don’t have much lingerie… you know. I haven’t really had much of a reason to.”
She giggled, “That’s okay. Do you have anything like that at all?”
“Uhhh…” you plucked through your panties till you landed on one pair in particular, you froze, “Oh my god.”
“Oh my god!” You exclaimed and grabbed the pair of pink lacy underwear.
“What!” She propped herself up onto her knees.
You grabbed the matching bra and turned to face her, holding them out for her to see, “These.”
She looked at them, “So you want the sweet innocent look?”
“No…” you shook your head, “This set. I was wearing it a couple of months ago and I was changing and Gareth accidentally walked in on me and I was only wearing this. I didn’t care, but he freaked out obviously- But Chrissy!”
“No…” you thought for a moment, mind running wild, “That’s why all the girls in his porn collection are wearing light pink underwear! I’m fucking oblivious.”
Her jaw dropped, “Oh my god.”
“Oh my god!” You jumped onto the bed in front of her, “And all the girls sorta looked like me. Even the older ones, from years ago!”
She laughed, “So your dream of having a guy by porn for you came true.”
“Ahh!” You squealed, “I have to wear them! And… oh, I’ll wear something that might show it. Like… a strappy shirt so he can see the pink bra strap under it… or a short skirt, and I’ll just find a reason to bend over in front of him.”
“Both!” You gasped, “Okay, you need to help me.”
She nodded and you dived back into the cupboard, searching for the perfect outfit. You settled for a sweet black dress, it was short, cutting off at the high of your thighs, and the neckline dipped quite low on your chest. It was loose fitted, and flowy, so it would be perfect for ‘accidently’ slipping and giving him a little show. You wore your red leather jacket over the top, and your docks with odd socks still on your feet. Chrissy helped you do your makeup, a black smokey eye with a little shimmer in the corner, a subtle red glossy lip, and she fixed your hair up to give it more volume and bounce. You gave her a tight hug as a thank you, your nerves obviously shining through. She reassured you that everything would be okay and then she left, her mum picking her up five minutes before Gareth was scheduled to arrive. You sat on your bed, playing with your nails. Five minutes felt like an eternity. There was a knock on the door, and you ran out of your room in a flash. Unfortunately, your mum beat you to it.
“Mum-” you called out from the hallway, you were still out of Gareth’s eyeline, but you could see his arm.
“Sweetie-” she turned to you and her eyes bulged, “Why are you dressed like that?”
“You're wearing that to the movies?” She looked at you carefully, and then at Gareth, “Is this a date?”
Your face turned red, “No! Nope. No way.” you laughed nervously, “Change of plans! We're just… going…. Dancing.”
“Yup.” He smiled from the door, “A local band we like got a gig at the club and were going dancing.”
She looked at you carefully, “Just you two?” She laughed, “Seems like a date to me.”
“No, mum.” You pressed, you didn’t need the third degree right now, “The other guys are coming too.”
Her shoulders sank a little, “Alright.” She walked towards the hall, giving you a stern glare, “Don’t end up like grams, protection is crucial.”
“Mum-” you snapped with gritted teeth.
You turned back to the door and walked over, grabbing your purse from the side table, “Hi-”
“Wow.” He stared at you, mouth slightly agape, “You look– wow.”
You giggled, blushing like crazy, “Thanks.” you reached out and pulled at the collar of his button up, “You brushed up nice too.”
“Well,” His cheeks were pink now too, “I try.”
You laughed and stepped outside, pulling the door shut behind you, “Uhm, you ready?”
You nodded and followed him over to his car. He held the door open for you and offered you his hand to guide you in. It was very gentlemanly of him. He shut the door and ran around the front, tossing the keys in his hand. Once settled in, he started to drive.
“I got dad’s car tonight, the trunk opens up like a door, and I put some pillows and stuff back there so we can lay back and watch the movie.”
You smirked, turning to look in the back. Sure enough there was a blowup mattress back there, a bunch of pillows, some blankets, and a little box of snacks. You turned back to face him, eyebrow raised,
“That desperate to get me in bed you brought one with us?”
His face turned red as a cherry, “No- I- sorry, I didn’t- no-”
You laughed, “I’m joking, Gar Bear.” you smiled softly, “It’s sweet.”
He relaxed back, “Okay, fuck.”
“I hate to kill the mood…” you thought for a moment, biting your lip, “I’ll say this and then we can really get our date on.”
He laughed softly, “Sure.”
“I just- please don’t talk to Ed’s or anything anytime soon. He needs to get his shit together. He’s been really rude and abusive to Chrissy. If he thinks he’s actually losing us, he might clean up his act a little, okay?”
He nodded, forcing a smile, “Got it. Shun Eddie, just like he’s been shunning us.”
“I’d do absolutely anything you tell me too.”
You looked at him, “No you wouldn’t.”
“I already do.” He huffed a little laugh, “I swear.”
You giggled, a little embarrassed, “So, if I told you to… buy caramel popcorn instead of butter popcorn tonight, would you.”
He gave you a look of fear, “You monster. You wouldn’t.”
“Oh but I would.” you teased.
“Oh god.” He shook his head, “You're asking a lot, Jovi. I don’t know… I’ll have to think about it. That’s crossing the line.”
You giggled, “Sorry, have to ask these questions. Make sure you're really devoted. Don’t want just anyone to be my boyfriend.”
He went quiet, and you froze after realising what you had said.
He smiled softly, “Is that what I am? Your boyfriend?”
You swallowed thickly, “I mean… I don’t know.” you laughed nervously.
He nodded slowly, pulling into the diner's parking lot, “Okay.” He smiled, looking over at you.
You just looked at him, unsure of why he was smiling so much at this moment in particular. He stopped the car, and quickly jumped out. You reached for the door handle, but he was already there, pulling it open for you.
“M’lady.” He bowed, reaching his hand out for you to take.
He kissed your knuckles gently and helped you out of the car.
“Thank you, sir.” You smiled at him.
Once inside and sat comfortably at your booth, there was a long awkward silence. You both hid behind your menus, too anxious to speak.
“I think I’ll just get the cheeseburger.”
You nodded. He smiled and hailed over the waiter, putting in your order, plus his vanilla shake and a serve of loaded fries for you to share. Now, with your menus gone, there was just awkward silence. You both sat there for a moment, stealing shy glances every now and then. You looked at your ring decorated hands, and sighed, shaking your head.
“I’m sorry about before.” your voice was small.
“What do you mean?” He hummed.
“I’m just- about the boyfriend thing.”
He nodded slowly, eye’s fixed on you.
“I know you have stronger feelings for me, or whatever. You've liked me for longer. So, I just don’t want you to feel-”
“Jovi,” He smiled, “I know you're new to these ‘feelings’ for me or whatever. It’s okay. I understand that.”
You sighed, “I just… I don’t want you to say or do something and I can't say or do it back, you know? I don’t want to hurt your feelings.”
He leant an elbow on the table, leaning his chin on his palm, his other hand stretching out to grab your fiddling hands, his touch instantly calming you, “I won’t say it.”
“I won’t say what you think I’m gonna say… you know… that thing- feeling.” I love you.
“I am not gonna risk scaring you off.” he laughed as if it was a joke, but in truth, he wasn’t joking one bit.
“Well, I really wanna- do you- well, obviously you do.” You laughed, “I think I wanna be your girlfriend.”
He smiled, a massive fucking smile, his insides flipping out, his heart beating like crazy, his mind running laps around it’s self, “You do?”
You nodded, “Yeah,” his smile made you smile, your stomach bubbling with the thought, “I just- I have my worries about it. About everything-”
“Look.” he smiled, “I get this is all new territory. It is for both of us, and that’s okay. And we both know my feelings are stronger, and we're gonna wanna go at different paces, I guess.” He laughed nervously, “So how about we have a rule that you make the first move on these things? These milestones?”
You looked up at him, doe eyed, and he just about melted.
“You be the first to do, and say those things because if it were up to me, we both know they would already have happened.”
You laughed, “Okay… yeah.”
“So that way, it’s always gonna go at the pace you're comfortable with. And I’m more than happy to take things slow.”
“Okay… good.” you smiled, “You're still gonna have to ask me, though.”
“Ask you?” he furrowed his eyebrows, thinking for a moment.
You looked at him, pursing your lips and raising your eyebrows.
“Oh, right.” he laughed at himself, clearing his throat and smiling softly at you, “Jovi… do you wanna be my girlfriend?”
You grinned at him, and it was a big fucking grin, “Yes please.”
He bit his lip in excitement. You were his. He wanted to cry, but holy shit would that be embarrassing. So he didn’t let himself. You hoisted yourself up, leaning over the table.
“I’m gonna kiss you now.”
He nodded, “Yup, please do.”
And he smiled, and it was so sweet. Those perfect eyes of his staring into yours as you both leant forward. You grabbed the sides of his face softly, your eyes fluttering shut as you brought your lips to his. He kissed you so softly, so warmly, and it really did feel right. Everything about this felt right. There was not one doubt in your mind, everything was right. You pulled back slowly, your lips glossy with saliva, his now tinted red from your gloss. You smiled, rubbing your thumb over his plump lips to wipe it away. He kept his eyes fixed on you, watching the soft curve of your smile and the concentration in your eyes. He was completely enamoured by you.
“What are you doing?” He mumbled.
“I got my lipstick on you.”
You stopped your movements, your eyes now meeting his and your cheeks turned pink with his gaze, “Leave it?”
“Little reminder I’m all yours.”
You couldn’t help but smile, a pang of nerves in your stomach, “You're all mine?”
He nodded slowly, “Absolutely.”
You bit your lip, trying to hide your grin, yeah, he was going to be easy to fall in love with. You sat back down, keeping your eyes on him. He licked his lips quickly, his eyes not daring to tear away from you. You were so flustered and full of nerves you couldn’t even speak- heck, you couldn’t even think. The only thing in your mind was him.
“Is that okay?” He asked, a little nervous with your lack of response.
You nodded, “Yeah, sorry.” you laughed, “Just took me by surprise is all.”
“I’m all yours.” you nodded, “I don’t know how I felt about him before, but after that, I promise you I am very, very over Eddie.”
He grinned, “You have no idea how happy that makes me.”
“You have no idea how happy that makes me.” You grinned.
“Okay, so you’ve won me over.” He rested his chin on his palms, “We're getting caramel popcorn tonight.”
You fistpumped the air, “Yes, my plan worked. You've been fooled.” you poked your tongue out.
He faked offence, “How dare you.”
You brushed your hair back over your shoulder proudly, “What can I say? I’m an evil genius.”
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You walked out of the diner and over to his car. So far, your date was going better than brilliantly. You spent most of it talking about things you would usually talk about, DnD, fantasy movies, stupid things that have happend reacently, making fun of other people in the diner, only this time it had a lot of flirting involved. Being the gentleman he was, Gareth opened the door for you again before climbing into the car himself. The drive to the movies was silent, only the soft buzz of Led Zeppelin bubbling through the speakers. But, it wasn’t awkward, or uncomfortable, it was peaceful. You felt content. You played with the hem of your dress, pulling it down a little since it almost showed off your underwear. Whilst he was behind the wheel probably wasn’t the best time to give him an erection or major embarrassment. He glanced over at you, fighting his own nerves down, he reached out and took your hand. You looked up at him wide eyed, and he just smiled. You relaxed back into your steat, your hands connected over the centre console as he drove. His hand was warm, calloused along the tops of his palms from his drumsticks, strong, and big. They swallowed your hands whole. That was something you always liked. The little times when he’d grab your hand, you’d be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t like it. It always felt right, and safe, and warm. Only now it felt even better. Because he wasn’t just holding your hand. He was holding your hand as your boyfriend, and that made your stomach flip.
He pulled into the drive in, up to the toll gate. You reached for your purse, offering some money for tickets since he paid for your dinner, but he just pushed your hand away, paying himself. The man lifted the gate, letting you in. You changed the radio, tuning it into the right frequency for the movie as he tried to find a spot to park. It was already pretty full. He managed to find a good spot a few rows from the back, and right in the centre. You turned the radio up nice and loud, jazzy piano music echoing through the car. Gareth opened up the trunk for you guys to sit in, and he told you to get settled whilst he went to get the popcorn and some drinks. You took off your shoes, leaving them on the gravel by the back wheel and climbed back into the car, settling yourself on the mattress. You thought for a moment and slid into the middle of it, leaving him little room, meaning he’d have to put an arm around you immediately… or something. You pulled a blanket over your lap, your skirt had ridden up a little, the peak of your panties able to be seen if he were to look, but the blanket hid that for now. You kept your jacket on, deciding to wait for his return before you took it off. He walked back, a bucket of caramel popcorn and two sodas in hand. You leant forward, taking them from him so he could kick off his shoes and hop in.
“You're an angel.” you hummed, stuffing some popcorn into your mouth.
“I know.” He grinned and crawled up the mattress beside you.
You pulled the corner of the blanket back for him to slide under, but still keeping your legs covered. You both set your snacks up inbetween you, your drinks sitting on the floor of the car on either side of you. He was hesitant to put an arm around you, opting to just sit there, extremely close to you instead. The advertisements of the movie started playing. You leant forward, peeling your jacket off your shoulders, shimmying it down your arms to take off. He stared at you. Luckily, since he was behind you now, you couldn’t see. But you knew he was. You could feel it. The second his eyes caught your light pink bra strap, they widened. The memory of seeing you dressed in nothing but that had him growing hard. He shifted a little, subtlety fixing himself in his pants. Yeah, this was going to be a long night. Part of him hated you for picking the drive in, part of him loved you for it. You smiled to yourself, you heard his breath hitch, and you leant back down into the pillows. He still refused to put an arm around you. The movie began to play, but neither of you were actually paying attention. Though, you were pretending too.
“You okay?” He whispered, about quarter way through the movie.
“Yeah.” you smiled up at him, your eyes finding his in the dark, “Are you.”
“I dunno,” He smirked, “It’s pretty scary, Jovi, I think I might have nightmares.”
You laughed. He smiled down at you, and you shuffled a little closer, your thigh pressed firmly against his. You gave him a soft smile, the slightly flustered look on his face making your insides bubble, and you rested your head on his shoulder. Finally, he slung his arm around you. First it just sat on your shoulder, your hand just laced with his, and you held it there for a while. There was a jumpscare, and it got both of you. You jolted, and he screamed. His face went red and you looked up at him with a smirk.
“I thought you were joking about the nightmares, Gar Bear.”
“Shut up.” He rolled his eyes playfully and nudged his body into yours.
Your heart raced, and you forced down all your nerves. You clutched his hand tighter and brought it down to your waist. He tensed a little, letting you move his arm how you pleased, to where you pleased. Safe to say he was freaking the fuck out. You brought his hand to the low of your stomach, holding it there softly. And he had no complaints. You snuggled into him a little more.
“This is nice.” you whispered.
He looked down at you all doe eyed and pink cheeked, “Yeah?”
You nodded, your gaze fixed on the movie, “Yeah. you're pretty comfy.”
He smiled and turned back to the movie. He thought for a moment, and pressed a chaste kiss to the top of your head, making you grin like a mad man.
Your hand eventually dropped, you grew too tired to hold it there. His thumb traced lightly over the fabric of your dress, letting his hand rest there for a moment. You shuffled a little, and he did too. His hand moved back from your stomach to your hip, under the blanket. He rested it there, regrettably so, because he could feel that your dress sat right where your underwear was. His hand rested on primarily bare skin. He wiggled his legs a little, his erection growing harder. He thought he should move his hand, to save himself the trouble, even though he really didn’t want to. He began to pull his hand away slowly, accidentally pulling your dress a little higher in the process, his fingers brushing over the lace of your underwear. It did not help the situation one bit. But his touch woke you up, a lot. It turned you on, a lot. You reached out and rested your hand softly over the top of his, keeping it there on your hip, where he could still feel your skin, and your dress, and your underwear. He swallowed, a shaky breath escaped his lips. And suddenly you had a surge of confidence. You wiggled a little, oh so innocently, until the blanket slipped down just enough for you to pretend you didn’t notice, and just enough to show the pink of your panties. He watched as you wiggled, and his eyes landed almost immediately in your lap. He hated himself for it, but he coked his head down a little, to get a better peak. He could see your hip clearly, right where his hand rested, but now, with his head turned like this, he could see right between your legs. And sure as shit, he recognised those panties immediately. He swallowed and quickly lifted his head, his eyes burning into the movie screen, dick hard as ever. And fuck, he had to really concentrate on the movie or else you would notice. And he really didn’t want you to notice. The rule was, you make the move. Not him. And god, he wanted to make the move more than ever.
It was about halfway through the movie now, you stole a little glance up at him, and he was very concentrated on the film. You could almost hear his mind racing though. You looked down at your lap, and then his. You kept your eyes there for a moment. There was a bright flash on the movie screen, the change in colour illuminated the car just enough for you to notice the bulge under the thin blanket. You bit your lip, subconsciously clenching your thighs together. He felt your leg move and let his eyes wander. He noticed your legs firmly pressing together and he raised his eyebrows, mouth falling open slightly. He cleared his throat, eyes forcibly turning back to the movie. He licked his lips, stealing a few little glances down at you, at your thighs. You looked up at him, right as he was staring between your legs. He was caught. He quickly turned his head away, a hint of pink tinting his cheeks. You smirked.
He cleared his throat again, refusing to look at you, “What?”
You laughed a little and sat up properly, blanket discarded. You sat on your knees facing him, your dress had fallen back down a little, but since it was still so very short, he could see about half your ass from the side. You looked at him intensely, hands resting delicately on your knees. He stiffened, sitting upright now too, eyes fixed on your face. He didn’t let them wonder. He didn’t want you thinking he was a pervert.
“My underwear.” You smiled so innocently, “You like it?”
His face blushed even deeper, and he tipped his head down, eyes still fixed on yours, “I’m sorry– what?”
You smirked, “I figured it out.”
He shook his head slightly, “Figured what out?”
“That your porn collection all looks like me.” you laughed at the shock on his face, “And that they're wearing pink because you walked in on me wearing these.” you lifted your skirt a little, giving him a quick glance of your panties.
His eyes darted down, he couldn’t even control that movement. He hated himself for it. He swallowed quickly, his eyes slowly finding yours again as you lowered the skirt on your thighs again.
“I’m surprised it took you that long.” he laughed nervously, a hand rubbing the back of his neck, “Sorry.”
“I thought I’d wear them tonight, just for you.”
His breath hitched, “I- fuck.”
You giggled, “So, you like it?”
He nodded eagerly, “Is that creepy?”
You smiled softly and shook your head, “Nope.”
He relaxed a little, “Okay, good.”
You swallowed deeply, “Gareth?”
He looked at you with desperate eyes, “Yeah, Jovi?”
You bit your lip, taking a moment to pull your thoughts together, what you wanted to say intimidated you, a lot, “I’ve never… been with anyone before… if you know what I mean.”
He swallowed, “Uhm… yeah. Me either.”
You looked up at him, “Nothing?”
He shook his head, “Nothing at all.”
“But you sometimes leave with girls after gigs.”
He laughed, “Yeah, we make out for a bit and then I freak out and stop.”
You laughed too, “Ozzy, your stupid.”
“Just awkward.” He grinned.
“Okay.” you nodded, “Well, I’ve never done anything either.”
“I just… I thought I’d tell you because I thought you had done stuff, and I just wanted to let you know I don’t know if I’m ready-”
“Nether, darling. It’s okay.” The name made your heart race.
You tucked your hair back behind your ears, “Okay… okay good.”
“Okay.” he chuckled nervously.
“Yeah.” He smiled so softly, “We can go at whatever pace you need.” He reached and grabbed your hand, lacing his fingers with your own.
“Okay, good. Thank you.” you relaxed a lot.
“I’ve seen you in your underwear twice now, so I’m very satisfied.”
You laughed, “You're an idiot.”
“Yeah…” He laughed with you.
You shuffled a little closer, “Would it be okay if we like…” you swallowed, “Made out… properly?”
His ears turned red and his eyes widened, “You want too?”
You bit your lip, scrunching up your face as you nodded, “Yeah… you know after you put your hand on my thigh, I was pretty done. And then I noticed your hard on-”
“Oh-” he pulled the covers up a little.
You laughed, “Don’t be shy.”
He rolled his eyes, a smile on his lips.
“Anyway…” you swallowed and leant a lot closer, your hands reaching up around his neck, “I have just wanted to do this since we got here.”
He nodded, his eyes flicking between yours and your lips as you pulled yourself closer, “Well, I’ve been wanting to do this for years, so go ahead.”
You huffed a small laugh and locked your lips onto his. You pressed your body against his, the kiss depending a little, you opened your mouth, and he followed suit, nerves flying. You buried your fingers through his hair, tugging at it slightly, pulling his head back a little as you pulled yourself a little higher. You licked along his bottom lip, and his tongue flicked out against yours. Your heart raced, your pussy throbbed, and you slotted your tongue against his. You pulled yourself even closer, your chest smushed tightly against his. One of his hands cupped the back of your head, the other rested softly on your waist, holding your close. You blocked out the sound of the movie, the idea of the movie, the only sounds you could hear was the wet slapping of your mouths together. His hand lowered a little to the high of your ass, not quite close enough to grab, but close enough to send a shiver up your spine. Your hand trailed down from his hair, along his neck and to his shirt. You grabbed it tightly, pulling at it to bring him closer. You let a little moan slip into his mouth, and fuck, his dick twitched. He groaned in response, his hand dropping down, sliding over the curve of your ass, down to your thigh. He wrapped his hand around the back of it, quite high, close to your ass, and tugged slightly. You were practically on top of him now, but not quite. The hand that held the back of your head came around to brush some hair back from your face that had fallen, almost tangling itself between your mouths.
“Mhm, sorry.” you mumbled against him as he pushed it behind your ear, holding your jaw gently.
He shook his head slightly, “It’s okay.” he smiled into the kiss, his tongue tracing over your lips, “You okay?”
You kissed him eagerly again, “Yeah…” you bit his bottom lip gently, “I really like kissin’ you.”
He smirked and pulled back slightly, “Oh yeah?”
You nodded, biting your own lip now, “Yeah. A lot.” You brought your lips back to his, mumbling into the kiss, “Turning me really fucking on.”
His grip on your thigh tightened a lot, his hand slipped from your face to the high of your back and he rolled you back down into the mattress, your head resting softly against the pillows, the hand from your back resting against the pillows behind your head for support. He didn’t break the kiss as he brought himself to hover over you, in fact, he only kissed you harder. His hand that gripped your thigh slid up to your hip, slipping under the fabric of the dress and he let it rest there. You lifted your leg to hook around him, tugging him down into you. You moaned into his kiss again when you felt his dick press against your cunt, you throbbed actually. He grunted, letting himself grind down into you once, but stopping himself from doing it again. You wanted to go slow. And quite frankly, he wanted to savour every moment like this, so going slow suited him too. But this was a little faster than slow. You’d never been in a position like this. You knew it wasn’t ‘slow’, but that didn’t matter. Because you were comfortable with it, you wanted it, whatever it was. His grip on your hip tightened, his fingers digging into your skin. It felt good.
“Gareth,” your voice was breathy, your nose bumped against his as he pulled back slightly.
“Yeah, you okay?” He searched your eyes, “Too fast?”
You shook your head, licking your lips slowly, “No, but- I like this a lot.”
He smiled, those darned nerves flying back, and he giggled. You giggled too.
You blushed, “I just wanted to tell you that.”
He grinned, he thought it was sweet, “Yeah?”
“Okay…” He kissed your cheek, “Did you want to keep going? Or stop?”
“Keep going.” you twisted your finger around one of his curls, “but, I said I wanted to take it slow.”
He nodded, his hand slipping away from your hip and up to rest on the other side of your head, “Okay, you're in control here, alright?”
You nodded, “Just– no getting naked.”
He grinned, “I wasn’t planning on getting naked at the drive in, darling.”
You laughed, “Okay, okay. Good point.” you smiled, “Well, no stuff involving the removal or reaching under of underwear.”
“Right.” He nodded, “What else?”
“Uhmm..” you thought for a moment, “You can… grind on me if you want. But no cumming.”
His face went red, “That was bold.”
You shrugged, your finger now mindlessly connecting the freckles on his face, “I can be bolder.”
He smirked, “No cumming, but grinding is A okay.”
“Well, maybe this isn’t a thing for tonight, but for next time more so…”
“Tops can be removed. You’ve already seen me in my underwear, so why not?” you looked at him for a moment, “But the bra stays on. That counts as nudity.”
He nodded, “Fuck, okay yeah… if your okay with that.”
“I am… but not at the drive in.”
He laughed, “Not at the drive in.”
“Are you okay with those rules?”
“Yeah.” He smiled reassuringly, “More than okay with them, actually.”
“Do you have any rules of your own?”
He thought for a moment, there was one that came to mind immediately. But he felt weird saying it. He didn’t think it would come up tonight anyway. So he stashed that thought away for another time.
“Uhm, none that I can think of.”
You smiled, “Okay.” you nodded, “If you think of any later, just tell me.”
He pressed a soft kiss to your nose, “Same goes for you, okay?”
“Okay.” you smirked and pulled him down into another kiss.
His hand moved back to your hip, your moths gaped open eloping each other in a sloppy kiss. His hand slid up your side, over your dress, the fabric bunching up with it accidentally. You hoisted your leg higher on his back, your underwear now on full display. You grabbed his hand, guiding it down onto your now, practically bare ass.
“You sure?” he mumbled into the kiss.
“Sure.” you mumbled back.
His grip tightened on your flesh there, grabbing at it hungrily. His large hand slid down to your thigh a little, holding it tightly over his body, moving it even higher on his back before trailing his fingers back down to your ass. He moved his hand until his fingers brushed against the lacy fabric that was bunching together in the middle. He squeezed hard. You groaned out into his kiss. He smirked against your lips. He ground his hips down into you, his clothed cock pushing up against your clit. You whimpered, a desperate moan eliciting from both of your mouths. He pulled away from your lips, his kiss now trailing along your jaw, sucking at the skin. He trailed his lips down your neck, when he reached your most sensitive spot at the base, you let out a needy gasp, he ground his hips into you again, this time you whimpered. He began to suck at the skin there, gently pulling at it with his teeth every so often, his tongue licking over it. You sifted your fingers through his hair, tipping your head back to give him more room. You lifted your other leg around his waist, tugging him down into you again. He groaned into your neck. He trailed a long line of kisses around the base of your neck, down your chest, to the high of your breasts. He kissed the top of the pillowy flesh, his hand leaving your ass, hoving just under one of your breasts.
“Is this okay?” he mumbled, pressing a series of kisses on your soft skin.
You placed your hand atop his, pushing it onto your breast and squeezing, pushing it up, “Yes, fuck, please.”
He groaned out, watching you move his hand on your breast. He moved his other hand to your other breast, squeezing them both together, watching in fucking awe as he did. He could have just cum from that. He brought his face back down, kissing along the exposed skin there, careful not to move the fabric of your dress too much and breach your boundaries.
You closed your eyes, letting him kiss you in all the right places. It was heavenly. You sort of hated your own rules. You wanted to fuck him, you were wet enough. So fucking wet. But you both knew you needed to take your time. This was new territory for the both of you. He ground down into you again, your hole clenching so desperately around nothing. You moaned out, quite loudly, pulling him by the hair back up to your lips. You kissed him hungrily, desperately, so fucking needy.
“Mhm,” He mumbled into your kiss, his hand still squeezing at your breast, “Maybe…” he moaned as he pushed his cock against you again, “Maybe we should stop.”
You nodded, your arms tightening around his neck, drawing him closer, his chest pressed hard against yours and he thrusted his hips down again, “Yeah, maybe we should.”
But you didn't, you kept going. He thrusted again, and again and ag- “Fuck,” he groaned, “if we don’t stop, like right now…” he panted, pulling back a little, “I’m gonna…”
His face turned red, he didn’t want to say it, but you understood.
“Right.” you smiled, pressing a much softer kiss to his swollen lips, “Rule two.”
“Though, I would really like to see what you look like when you do.” you slowly swiped your finger down the bridge of his nose, bopping it on the end.
His eyebrows raised, “You're really confident tonight.”
You smirked, “Nah,” you shook your head, “Just honest.”
“Well, same goes darling.” He kissed your nose, “Guess it’s just something to look forward to, hey?”
You pulled him back in for one last long kiss before he rolled off you, back into the mattress. He reached his arm out, gesturing for you to cuddle up against him, and you did. He rested his hand on your hip again, only after pulling your dress back down for you. You pulled the blanket back over both of your legs, and snuggled into his chest, your hand resting softly on one of his pecks, keeping him close. He rested his head atop yours.
“You know,” he started, “I still think I’m dreaming.”
You laughed, “If you were dreaming, Gar Bear, you probably would have gotten lucky.”
He snorted, cheeks cherry red, “Shut up.”
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The drive home was peaceful. You played his Blue Öyster Cult mixtape, with all his favourite songs of theirs. A few of your own making the mix. His hand was resting warmly on your thigh as he drove, the other gently drumming on the wheel to the beat. He pulled up out the front of your house. You turned to him, and his hand slipped away from your thigh.
“Can I walk you to the door?”
You smiled and nodded. You both climbed out the car, this time beating him to it.
“You’re killing my gentleman vibe.” he shut your door for you.
“You don’t need to do it every time, Gareth.” you smiled.
“Yes I do.” he grinned and linked his arm with yours.
“I had a really nice time tonight.”
“Me too.” He winked, and you slapped his chest.
“Men. Always thinking with their dicks.”
He laughed, “I’m kidding… a little bit.” Shrugged, “But me too, darling.”
“Uhm, so, Jeff saw us kiss, did he ask you about it?”
He smirked and turned to you, “Yeah.” He grabbed your hand, drawing over your palm with his finger, “Yeah, he knows all about my prolonged pining over you.”
“Oh yeah.” He laughed, “The poor man had to hear about it every day.”
You giggled, “You like me that much, huh?”
“Oh, you don’t even know the half of it.” He smiled up at you, “Can’t wait to get the third degree from mum when I get home.”
You gasped, “Oh my goodness, yeah. She’s gonna drill you with so many questions.”
“Yeah… I think she could tell I was into you too.”
You shrugged, “Probably, she figured out my thing for Eddie pretty quickly.”
“Sometimes it’s scary how much she knows.”
“Yeah.” You smiled, “But she’s cool so it’s okay.”
“Gareth you have the coolest mum ever, shut it.”
He laughed, “Well… I should probably let you get your beauty sleep.”
“Yeah…” you grinned, “You look like you need some too.”
You poked your tongue out and grabbed his hands, “Goodnight, Gar Bear.”
“Goodnight, Jovi.” He smiled and leant down to press a soft kiss on your lips, “See you on Monday?”
“Monday.” you smiled, “Pick me up?”
“Absolutely.” He grinned and kissed your nose.
You blushed, a little giggle escaping you as you pulled out your keys, unlocking the door. You opened it, taking a small step in.
“Bye.” you whispered, wiggling your fingers in a sort of wave.
“Bye beautiful.” He smiled and began to walk backwards, “Sleep well.”
He bounced back to the driver's seat of his car, giving you one last, sweet wave goodbye before climbing in. you shut the door and rested your back up against it, smiling to yourself like a mad man. You sighed and looked over to the kitchen.
“Not a date my ass.” Your mum shook her head and walked to her bedroom.
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