sometimes we rush it

Michael stared at his phone, scrolling through the messages before rolling his eyes at the last text he'd gotten from his most recent date - one that had failed miserably and that he hadn't really enjoyed at all. “Well, that's not happening again,” he joked lightly before he looked to Nicole. “Honestly, these girls are just interested in the fame at this point.” Shaking his head, he stood up. “Want some tea? I can fix us some while you tell me about your date from last night.” He grinned teasingly, wondering if Nicole had had any luck in the romance department. “I need all the details.” Laughing, he went to the kitchen, certain Nicole would follow him, hopeful she'd fill him in.

“And when he tried to kiss me, there was zero chemistry!” Brielle complained about her failed date to her best friend, Ashton, a pout on her features as she huffed and plopped down lazily on the sofa. “He was such a bore and it sucked. All I wanted was a good date and maybe a good fuck.” She laughed, then, not normally one to announce things like that, but she was generally more confident in herself around Ash. “Was that too much to ask for?” Rolling her eyes playfully, she settled her gaze on Ash. “How has your love life been, hm? Anything interesting to share? Can I please live vicariously through you?”

Nicole grinned as she saw Michael roll his eyes, biting her lip to hold back her amusement. "You really aren't getting much luck, huh loverboy?" She teased, but nodding in sympathy to Michael's words as he looked to her. "That's because they're leeches." She pointed out. When Michael stood up, Nicole whined but moved from her comfortable spot to follow Michael's lead. "Tea sounds so damn good, yes please." She rolled her eyes though, with the mention of her date. "Oh, my God, Michael. He was such a pig." She pulled a face, going to sit on the kitchen island, kicking her legs. "There was no chemistry. He had no manners, lived with his Mom, and I paid for the date." She rolled her eyes. "I'm just gonna start dating South." She looked to the dog with a grin. "Dammit, is a good man who knows how to fuck that hard to find?"

Ashton listened to Brielle intently, grinning as she plopped down lazily beside him. He sympathised with her completely, and wrapping an arm around her shoulder and gently tugging her to his side, Ashton laughed with her words. "A good fuck, huh?" Ashton teased. "Man, I feel that." He confessed. "But there's no point trying to live vicariously through me, my recent date sucked." Ashton murmured, shaking his head. "She was rude and bratty and her voice was like nails on a chalkboard." He shook his head further, sighing into Brielle's hair. "And once she found out about the band? She turned sickly sweet." Ashton pulled a face with that. "God, all I want is an honest woman who appreciates me, and you know, good sex." Ashton teased, squeezing around Brielle. "Do you think we should do the romance dance?"

Michael made a joking face with the mention of it. “I’ve been trying, though!” he complained with a pout, “Honestly, I don’t know why it’s so hard. Not every girl in the world is a leech, I’m sure. I mean, look at you.” He grinned teasingly over at her, though he nodded as he moved to get started on making them some tea, his eyes going over to her when she sat on the island, grinning, though he laughed. “He sounds like a nightmare, holy hell. I can go knock some sense into him?” he offered jokingly, though he made a face at her. “Oi! I know how to fuck!” The moment the words slipped past his mouth, though, he blinked, coming up with an idea, though he soon smirked. The tea forgotten, he moved over to Nicole, resting his hands on the island, at her sides, while he practically stood between her legs. “You know, we could always help each other with that sex problem, at least.”

Brielle gave a surprised laugh when she felt Ashton’s arm around her, grinning up at him when he tugged her close. “I’m deprived,” she joked lightly, rolling her eyes playfully, though she leaned into his hold as she relaxed, though she pouted with the mention of it. “Oi, come on, at least one of us has got to get some luck at some point! Although that girl sounds like a total brat.” She made a face at him. “You should probably not mention the band on the first date from now on.” Winking teasingly, she relaxed against Ashton, but she blinked, peering up at him with an arched brow. “The romance dance?” She wasn’t sure if he was implying what she thought he was, but she didn’t want to jump to conclusions.

Nicole made herself comfortable on the island, chuckling at the face Michael pulled. “You have been trying, sweetie, that’s what matters.” Nicole cooed, half joking, giggling at the sight of Michael’s pout. “Hey,” Nicole debated with a grin, waiting patiently for her tea. “I’ve known you since pre-band, you know, when you were a dorky kid in high school.” She winked then, sliding herself to the edge of the island, appreciating the cool surface against her jeans. “He was a nightmare, Mikey.” Nicole groaned, facepalming at the thought, scrubbing her hand across her face. “You can knock some sense into me so I don’t date idiot men who have a one inch dick.” She pulled a face, but when Michael approached, placing his hands on either side of her, essentially locking her in place, Nicole didn’t give it a second thought when she wrapped her arms around his neck lazily, and with his words, she wrapped her legs around his thighs, locking him in place. “Oh?” She arched an eyebrow. “I’m listening.”

When Ashton felt Brielle close against him, he exhaled happily, squeezing around her to tug her gently into his lap. When he heard Brielle complain about being deprived, a flame lit up in the pit of Ashton’s stomach, and he couldn’t help but shift a little underneath her to relieve himself of the growing pressure. “I’m not gonna mention the band at all,” Ashton teased back, his hands securely at Brielle’s hips now that was on top of him — he wondered how far this little game could go. “Yeah, you know, just dance around like total idiots and hope to get lucky.” He grinned, amusement dripping in his voice. “I have a proposal for you, if you wanna hear it,” and Ashton decided to take that moment to embrace the courage that was forming. It wouldn’t last long, so he had to do it now. “We could help each other out,” he suggested, hands slipping under Brielle’s t-shirt, the contrast of her chilled skin against his warm palms sending a shiver up his spine. “Nothing more than two best friends fucking.” He bit his lip with the thought. “What do you say?” And as he spoke, he shifted to lay Brielle down on the couch, moving so he was hovering over her, biting his lip in anticipation.

Michael chuckled with the mention of it, listening to Nicole, and trying not to get his hopes up as his own thoughts and ideas ran wild in his mind. “Seems like we’ve both been trying,” he teased lightly, thought he made a playful face when she explained her most recent date. Feeling her arms slide around his neck and her legs wrap around his thighs, he stepped closer, squeezing her hips gently. “Well, if you need help in not dealing with a one inch dick, you’ve always got me,” he offered with a small smirk, rubbing his thumbs along her hips gently, noticing how her shirt rode up a bit with the action, and he could feel her skin beneath his fingers before long, causing his smirk to grow. “Nothing serious, just… Giving each other a much needed outlet to vent out our… Sexual frustrations.” His eyes scanned over her features for a moment. “If you’re up for it.”

Brielle tried not to pay too much attention to Ashton’s hands on her hips - it wasn’t really any new contact between them. They’d always been close. Still, she smiled as she listened to him. “Oh, that sounds hopeless,” she teased, though as Ashton continued to speak, bringing up helping each other out, she wasn’t sure if it was his words that suddenly sent a shudder through her body, or if it was the way his fingertips felt against her skin when he slipped his hands under her shirt. She gave a noise when he moved to lay her down and, watching Ashton, she admired the way he bit on his lip, and she couldn’t help but to chew on her own lip in return, shifting a bit under him. “I say, what the hell are we waiting for?” she offered up easily, smirking.

Nicole raised her eyebrows as Michael chuckled, knowing the glint in his eye as mischief. "You're up to something, Clifford." She teased, although she rolled her eyes as he teased in return. "I am trying." Nicole exhaled, but as Michael scrunched his face up in a playful way, Nicole couldn't help but giggle; and feeling him squeeze her hips, Nicole bit her lip, shifting slightly under his touch. "Oh?" Nicole smirked. "But how do I know you don't have a one inch dick?" Nicole teased, leaning forward. "Because I need something good to ease this frustration, and you better live up to the hype you're giving yourself." She teased. "So, what're you waiting for? Take out all of that frustration on me."

Ashton studied Brielle carefully, and as her lips upturned to an attractive smirk, Ashton groaned, knowing that this was her way of approving his idea. "God, you look so good underneath me." Ashton murmured, leaning to press his lips to Brielle's, groaning as he did, because even though this was a no strings attached deal, he wondered why he'd waited so fucking long to give in to his desire to have his way with the most beautiful woman he knew. Pressing a hand to the side of Brielle's thighs, he hitched her legs around his waist, positioning them as comfortable as he could get them on the couch, but damn it, even the floor would be the best place for him to take her as his own. Deepening the kiss, Ashton tugged playfully at Brielle's lips, bumping her nose gently with his. "You sure you're ready for this?" Ashton peered up with hazel eyes, slightly breathless from the kiss and the sheer force of his arousal.

Michael couldn’t help the smirk that formed on his features. “Well, there’s only one way for you to find out whether I have a one inch dick or not, hm?” he asked, and the moment she gave him permission, he leaned forward to capture her lips in his in a deep kiss. His hands moved to her thighs, running up her legs, and he nipped at her lips, his excitement growing with each passing moment, his smirk broadening into a grin.

Brielle gave a quiet noise against Ashton’s lips, her arms sliding around his neck, drawing him closer, grinning against his lips. “You look pretty good above me,” she murmured in response, locking her legs around him when he hitched her legs up. Shifting, she moved to kiss at his neck to give them both some time to breathe, and she rolled her hips a bit against him. “Just fuck me already,” she whined.