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This had been a terrible idea. She should have known better than to force Matt to come to the bonfire tonight where Jude was expected to be; being so open about their relationship in front of him had been a brazen move that backfired spectacularly regardless of the threats she had hanging over her brother’s head. She should’ve accounted for his drinking, but... She is always trying to give him the benefit of the doubt.

The sleeves of Matt’s hoodie that she wears are dotted with the stains of the tears she dabs away from her eyes as Kacey allows Matt to tug her along the trail back towards the cabins. Matt’s palm flattens against the door of his cabin and the hinges creak when he gives a push to open it, allowing them both entry into the darkened space. Their hands slip away from one another’s as Kacey steps past the threshold and turns to flip on the light. Beside Matt’s bed, he drops the sack with a thud.

Slipping out of her shoes, Kacey crosses the space to where Matt stands and reaches up to caress the side of his face, her thumb gently swiping along the bottom of his eye socket. “I’m sorry, Matty,” she says with a sigh. “I should’ve known better.”

“It’s fine,” he replies immediately, nearly cutting her off mid-sentence. “I knew he wouldn’t take this shit well.”

“I’ll go talk-”

“No.” Matt’s retort is swift and final, his head shaking to emphasize the decision. “You’re not talking to him tonight. Not when he’s drunk off his ass. I’ll handle it tomorrow.”

As her hand falls away from his face, Kacey nods in reluctant agreement; the thought of Matt having to have any further conversations with Jude regarding their relationship settling heavily into the pit of her stomach. For a brief moment, silence fills the small space of Matt’s cabin before the creak of the mattress’ springs sound when Kacey climbs onto the worn bed.

When she turns her head to look at Matt, she finds him standing stock-still, watching her intently. She responds with a slight shoulder shrug that’s barely noticeable beneath the oversized hoodie she still wears. “You said you wanted to have a night in with me. If that’s not still the case I can always leave...” 

She’s teasing, of course, and she’s fully aware that Matt’s smart enough to take the hint. Nearby a light switch is flicked, plunging the room into darkness - the only light source now being that of the moon filtering in through the screened windows - and laughter soon fills the cabin as Matt lunges at Kacey in the blackness.

A warm breeze rushes passes through the valley, rustling the green leaves of the trees of the forest that surround the small campground. The water on the lake crashes onto the sandy shore just a little harder with the shift in the air.

“Please tell me you’ll be at the bonfire tonight.”

“I don’t know…”

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The talent show goes off without a hitch; little awards are handed out and excited campers are sent off to their cabins to dream of the day’s activities, leaving the hall empty save for the decorations that are strewn about and chairs that need put away. A squeal echoes out into the otherwise silent hall when Matt lifts Kacey up onto his shoulders to aid her in removing the streamers that have been hung up at the top of the stage.

In an immediate attempt to steady herself, Kacey’s hand slaps itself across Matt’s forehead, hanging on for dear life as he stumbles back a few steps whilst simultaneously allowing a string of curses to flow freely from his mouth.

“I’m sorry,” she cries out amidst a fit of laughter, her hand now leaving his face in order to begin removing the decorations from on high. “To be fair, I did offer to get the ladder.”

A grunt of acknowledgement follows her statement and then: “And miss the chance to be between your thighs again? I think the fuck not.”

Kacey gasps, the sound made in faux scandalization. “Matty!” A hand swats at his upper arm causing him to chuckle in response as he takes a step forward to allow her to reach more of the streamer - doing so until it’s completely taken down.

The thin paper flutters to the floor and with careful maneuvering, Matt lowers Kacey back down until her feet firmly meet the ground once more. “Last chance,” he coos, his voice lowering an octave when he speaks, hands anchored against her lower back as he holds her close. “You sure you don’t want to skip and go back to my bunk?”

“Matty...” Kacey sighs, leaning into him as her hands lift to drape her arms over his shoulders, fingers lightly toying with the curls at the nape of his neck. She would be lying if she said that the offer isn’t highly tempting, but...

Just as Matt leans in to brush his lips across Kacey’s, the double doors to the hall they currently occupy swings open to reveal a less than enthused Jude.

“Thought I’d find you two in here,” he says whilst striding further into the space.

It isn’t lost on her, the way that Matt immediately tenses as if preparing for some kind of fight with his best friend. Surprisingly - or perhaps not so to her given the dirt she threatened to hold over his head - Jude makes no mention of the position he’s found them in. Instead, he merely eyes them with a look of mild aggravation.

“Bonfire’s already started. People are asking if you’re going to show up.”

“Chill,” Kacey shoots back almost immediately, “we’re cleaning up in here first.”

A snort of indignation sounds and Jude shakes his head just as Matt releases his hold on Kacey. “Yeah, sure looks like you’re making a lot of headway.”

“Shut up!”

“Tell them we’ll be there in a few, okay,” Matt says, cutting off what was undoubtedly the start of Kacey’s tongue lashing. “We just have to trash this shit and then move some chairs around.”

The silence that stretches on feels like an infinity to Kacey but finally, Jude nods. “You got ten minutes. Don’t make me come back here to look for you.”

The moment that Jude turns his back to the pair, Kacey sticks her tongue out at her older brother, simultaneously lifting both hands to flip him off. “C’mon,” Matt says, making her snap out of her childish response, “let’s get the rest of this shit cleaned up and get to that stupid fucking bonfire.”

A warm breeze rushes passes through the valley, rustling the green leaves of the trees of the forest that surround the small campground. The water on the lake crashes onto the sandy shore just a little harder with the shift in the air.

“Please tell me you’ll be at the bonfire tonight.”

“I don’t know…”

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A warm breeze rushes passes through the valley, rustling the green leaves of the trees of the forest that surround the small campground. The water on the lake crashes onto the sandy shore just a little harder with the shift in the air.

“Please tell me you’ll be at the bonfire tonight.”

“I don’t know...”

There is a sigh that sounds to Kacey’s right where her fellow female staffer sits beside her, the pair perched atop a fallen log as out in the distance, two of their peers swim in the lake.

“You’re such a grandma, just come hang out with us after the kids go to bed.” There is a pause and then... “He’ll be there,” she follows up with a nudge of her elbow into Kacey’s arm.

It’s immediate, the scoff that Kacey exhales. Surely she hadn’t been that obvious - she was certain that her interactions with Matt were minimal at best and all of the glances his way were fleeting. Was she really that transparent?

“I can see through you like cellophane,” says her friend as she’d easily read her mind. A smirk quirks the girl’s mouth upward when Kacey’s head whips around to look at her. “Don’t think I don’t see how you two eye each other up.”

“What?! I don’t... He doesn’t...” Though Kacey shakes her head vehemently in protest, the girl on her right only carries on with her smug expression, as if she knows some unspoken secret.

“You’re blushing, Kacey. It couldn’t be more obvious.” As quickly as the topic has been brought up, it is dropped as the girl stands from the log and dusts off the back of her denim shorts before calling out to one of the two in the lake. “C’mon, Jude! We have to get set up for the kids’ talent show!”

In the distance, Kacey’s brother yells back, his voice carried away with the wind to make the response inaudible. The girl gives Jude a dismissive wave before offering a parting goodbye to Kacey and disappearing up the trail to make her way back to the cluster of cabins. It isn’t long until Jude joins her, a trail of water following him away from the lake’s beachfront - leaving Kacey alone with a still swimming Matt.

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There is no use in her trying to escape his hold; Matt has settled himself over her, using his body to blanket her own until she is effectively trapped beneath him.

The look in his eye is dangerous - a warning of what’s to come - and yet no matter what he has in store for her, Kacey finds that she isn’t afraid. Her heart does skip a beat, transitioning into a rapid staccato when Matt’s hand makes an appearance to encircle her neck. For a brief moment, Kacey’s gaze drifts away from Matt’s to the fresh, still red indents of her teeth are displayed so prominently against the pale column of his throat. When she opens her mouth to comment, however, she is quickly silenced by the abrupt but still careful squeezing of Matt’s hand.

“I wouldn’t, kitty-cat. The only sounds I want to hear are the moans that are gonna be pouring from that little mouth of yours.”

Matt’s other hand drifts downward along the side of Kacey’s body, keeping a slow and near maddening pace as he takes the time to relish in the feeling of her bare skin beneath his fingertips. When his hand migrates between their bodies to skim along and then disappear beneath the elastic waistband of Kacey’s panties, her breath hitches and she utters a soft “Matty”.

It’s unmistakable - even for someone with her level of inexperience - the sensation of Matt’s cock as it throbs against her thigh in response to the way she says his name. His name gives way to a gasp that swiftly merges into a moan when one of Matt’s fingers sinks into her slick cunt.

“Fuck,” he murmurs, already beginning to work a second finger into her without allowing her to adjust to the fullness of the first.

Kacey’s back arches slightly in response, her movement still restricted by Matt’s body over hers, and her eyes screw shut as the moans commingle with a whimper of mild discomfort. But the uncomfortability is quick to melt away into a pleasurable experience as Matt works his fingers within her all while his thumb circles her clit. It is embarrassingly quick how fast he’s able to bring her to the precipice but just as she feels herself to teeter over the edge, the fullness she’d felt mere moments ago disappears. Kacey’s eyes fly open and her mouth pulls downward into a scowl when she peers up at an all too smug Matt.

“What the fu-”

Matt tuts in disapproval, the hand on her neck tightening once more in warning. “What did I say about all the chatter, kitty-cat? Relax,” he coos, lightly trailing fingertips up and down along her cunt. “I’ll get you off. But remember,” he taunts, the smirk growing into a grin, “you asked for this.”

Again, Matt slips his fingers into her - filling her in a way that only he can and has - bringing her to the edge once more only to pull away at the last moment, this time delivering a harsh slap to her still clothed pussy which elicits a yelp of surprise from Kacey.

“Matt, I swear to God…”

“Protest all you want, kitty-cat. I know you like it.” Matt’s thumb and forefinger press against the arteries in Kacey’s neck, immediately causing her to become lightheaded as his fingers press into her for a third time. “Yeah you do,” he murmurs to himself, his hips lightly rutting against her thigh while his fingers curl within her to pull a breathy moan from her. “That pretty pussy’s too fuckin’ wet to lie to me.”

This time, it is Matt who groans, the slick sound of his fingers working in and out of Kacey’s cunt filling the room. “Fuck, do you hear yourself? So fucking responsive.” This time when her walls begin to flutter around his fingers he doesn’t pull out but rather he hurries his movements, the veins in his forearms growing more prominent as he works his fingers against the sensitive spot within her, his thumb rapidly circling her clit until finally…

The moment that Matt releases his hold on her neck, Kacey gasps, the sound quickly drowned out by the moan that follows when she cums. Never before has she felt like this; it feels as if an electric jolt shoots throughout her entire body as her limbs stiffen and her toes curl from the sheer ferocity of her orgasm which gushes until the fabric of her panties soak through and her thighs are coated with her slick. Matt’s fingers are dripping when he pulls them from her for a final time, and never one to waste opportunities such as this, he only takes a moment to allow himself to be mesmerized by the sight before him before the digits are shoved into his mouth for a taste.

“Taste so fuckin’ sweet,” he says when his fingers are finally removed from his mouth. “Fuck. Wish you would’ve done that on my cock.”

At first, Kacey is so dazed that she barely registers when Matt’s fingers grasp the brim of her underwear, pulling her panties down until he has rid her of them entirely. It isn’t until he slides further down the bed, his hands curled around her thighs and his face dangerously close to her already overstimulated cunt that she finds herself thrust back into reality.

“Matt,” she says, her face heating considerably with a new-found embarrassment as her hands weakly push at the top of his head in hopes of getting him off of her, to no avail.

Comes and Goes (In Waves)

Some days are better than others.

There are small blips in time where Kacey spends her days thinking that things are going to be okay, that what happened between her and Matt meant nothing more to either of them than one night of innocent fun. She doesn’t really like him.

So why then does she once again find herself hiding away in the bathroom during fourth period, crying over a boy she most certainly doesn’t care about?

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This behavior of his continues for an indeterminate amount of time.

The weekends, she finds, are the worst.

In the day time, their touches are few and far between; a hand on her hip when they happen to try and squeeze past one another in the doorway, fingers grazing her shoulder when he lifts his arm to settle it on the back of the couch while the family watches a movie—the latter occurring only on the rare occasions he chooses to sit next to her. At face value he is still ignoring her, making it so the other Barbers are none the wiser to what is slowly unfolding beneath their noses, but his touches let her know that he hasn’t forgotten about her, that she is on his mind every bit as much as he is on hers.

Nighttime is, to put it mildly, torturous. It is, of course, when everything always inevitably comes to a head; kisses stolen under the cover of nightfall, hands wandering over every inch of one another—touching and tracing every curve, every available piece of skin in any room of the home that time will allow them. But sometimes, much like right this very moment, the weekend is when they find they have all the time in the world.

Charlie, much to his grumbling dissatisfaction, has been whisked away for the majority of the day thanks to his profession, leaving his children—and Matt—unattended. Jude, true to his youthful style, has been sleeping off what has been yet another long night of partying and alcohol consumption. As far as Kacey is concerned, he will be upstairs, dead to the world, for at least the next few hours.

Two floors down in the basement, a chorus of hushed moans and groans filter out through the closed door of Matt’s bedroom.

Kacey’s fingers wind further into Matt’s unruly curls, anchoring herself to him as best she can as her hips undulate over his. They exchange labored breaths whilst Matt’s hands, which are currently gripped firmly at her waist, help to aid in the movement of Kacey’s hips.

“Ffffuuuuccckk,” he groans, a hot puff of air cascading across her mouth when he speaks.

She responds with a soft moan and a whine that carries his name. This is, by far, the furthest they have gone together, though she is certain that by his standards this isn’t very far. It’s a thought that she quickly pushes from the forefront of her mind, burying it deep in the blackened abyss to hopefully never be seen again.

“You close, baby,” he asks between panted breaths as he drags her still clothed body over his for the umpteenth time.

Kacey nods, uttering a soft ‘uh huh’ through yet another moan courtesy of the friction of the fabric that grazes her clit with each roll of her hips.

He has already left so many marks on her in the short amount of times they’ve begun down this path, though most of which have already faded into oblivion. It occurs to her now that she has yet to return the favor—and, oh, how she wants to. Kacey’s lips glide along Matt’s until they disappear from his face entirely only to make an appearance at his neck. As the all too familiar coil tightens in the depths of her belly, ready to snap as she teeters on the edge of her impending orgasm, she attaches her lips to Matt’s neck and she sucks...

Comes and Goes (In Waves)

Some days are better than others.

There are small blips in time where Kacey spends her days thinking that things are going to be okay, that what happened between her and Matt meant nothing more to either of them than one night of innocent fun. She doesn’t really like him.

So why then does she once again find herself hiding away in the bathroom during fourth period, crying over a boy she most certainly doesn’t care about?

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It all happens so suddenly.

In a matter of seconds the anger that had come pouring out of her is doused by the sensation of Matt’s lips on hers, and for the briefest of moments she allows herself to forget just what the fight had been about as her body practically melts into his.

Had he called her a liar, he would have been right, although... Perhaps this is his way of calling her on her bullshit statement. As Matt’s other hand comes to rest against her lower back, Kacey slips her fingers into his soft curls to anchor herself to him further as their lips meld together and their tongues glide along one another. It isn’t until she feels the familiar sensation of Matt’s clothed cock pressing insistently against her stomach does Kacey come crashing back to reality.

With a gasp she pulls away to break the kiss, her hands abandoning Matt’s hair in order to land a single smack of her palm against his bare cheek. Kacey takes a step back, distancing herself from a stunned Matt who simply stares at her in disbelief, though she’s unsure if it’s from the smack alone or what transpired prior to. The pair stands in silence merely staring at one another for an indeterminate amount of time until...

Simultaneously, they reach for one another, their bodies crashing together whilst their lips meet yet again. A soft moan slips free from Kacey when a wandering hand glides down, down, down behind her to cup her ass, pulling her hips impossibly closer to his. It is the soft shush he gives her in return, urging her to be quiet in the middle of the darkened hallway that breaks through the lustful haze that had clouded her mind.

Kacey brings both hands to Matt’s chest and pushes with enough force to break away for a second time tonight.

She takes a moment, chest heaving and kiss-swollen lips parted, to try and get a handle on her thoughts. “Don’t,” she starts, lifting a hand up to wave it as if to emphasize the single word. “Don’t do that. I can’t think when you do that.”

It’s barely visible, the way that Matt’s mouth closes in the dark prior to swallowing harshly and even she must admit that she’s surprised at the lack of a response from the boy who’d been lightning quick with his comebacks mere moments ago. Kacey lifts a hand and runs trembling fingers through her hair whilst she attempts to settle her racing mind, to no avail.

“I, uh...” Inhaling a deep breath, she casts her glance to the side briefly before bringing it back to where Matt stands in front of her. “It’s late. I should go to bed.”

Without giving Matt the opportunity for a rebuttal, Kacey turns on the balls of her feet and makes a beeline down for the staircase leading to the second floor, taking the steps two at a time until she arrives at the landing before hurrying as quietly as she can down the hallway to disappear into her room.

Comes and Goes (In Waves)

Some days are better than others.

There are small blips in time where Kacey spends her days thinking that things are going to be okay, that what happened between her and Matt meant nothing more to either of them than one night of innocent fun. She doesn’t really like him.

So why then does she once again find herself hiding away in the bathroom during fourth period, crying over a boy she most certainly doesn’t care about?

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Comes and Goes (In Waves)

Some days are better than others.

There are small blips in time where Kacey spends her days thinking that things are going to be okay, that what happened between her and Matt meant nothing more to either of them than one night of innocent fun. She doesn’t really like him.

So why then does she once again find herself hiding away in the bathroom during fourth period, crying over a boy she most certainly doesn’t care about?

School goes on as it always has: they pass each other by in the hall and say nothing to one another. After the incident, as she refers to it in her own mind, she’d thrown a few glances in his direction, hoping that maybe she would catch him staring back. He never did. He never will, she’s convinced.

He does not like her just as she doesn’t like him.

So why does this awful, dull ache make a home in her chest each and every time she sees him paying even the slightest bit of attention to any of the other girls in school? And why do these lingering, intrusive thoughts pass through her mind every time she’s forced to bear witness to his behavior?

Why is she not good enough?

Is this some painful byproduct of being the little sister of Matt’s best friend?

Perhaps she is destined to live here, in this constant state of limbo—at least until Matt has graduated and moved out, that is. She can do this, she convinces herself when she finally picks herself up and dries her tears, soon exiting the bathroom stall. She can make it two more years until he’s gone and then it’ll be like he never existed at all.

That is, until he corners her in the hallway later that evening.

“Are you mad at me or something?”

The question, much like his sudden appearance, comes at her so quickly that she barely has time to register the words. “What,” she asks reflexively, eyes darting briefly to look over his shoulder, ensuring that Jude isn’t nearby.

“Mad. Are you mad at me? You haven’t looked at me in weeks.”

For a moment, Kacey finds herself stunned into complete silence. Mad. The word rolls around in her mind like a pebble battered by the waves, looking for a place to settle. But then, the remainder of his words begin to become more prominent. You haven’t looked at me in weeks. Weeks. Mad. Weeks. You haven’t looked at me.

Surely she cannot be hearing this correctly. She hasn’t looked at him in weeks?

She’s not sure when she she’s begun to touch him, but suddenly it’s as if she’s been thrown right back into consciousness only to find herself angrily poking an index finger against his solid chest, already well into her irritated reply.

“—the audacity. You’re the one who came onto me,” she starts, the all too familiar heat rising up to tint her cheeks pink again as she relives the experience all over. “You—you—you touched me.” The words leave her in an embarrassed whisper and she cannot possibly bring herself to look him in the eye, though her finger still pokes relentlessly at him. “You made me touch you and then it’s you who acted like I didn’t even exist, like that never happened. So am I mad at you?”

Kacey shifts her gaze to finally look up at him, her hand dropping down at her side as she momentarily presses her lips together to form a thin line to display her disappointment and displeasure. “Yes, I am.”

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Hours. For hours—three long hours, to be exact—she lays awake staring at nothing but the white of her bedroom ceiling as she replays the night’s events over and over again in her mind.

Her father had long since returned to the warmth of his bed, Jude hadn’t so much as stirred, and Matt is somewhere downstairs also, she’s willing to bet, fast asleep. She can’t possibly imagine, given his reputation, that he’s anywhere near as rattled by tonight’s encounter as she has found herself to be.

She can still hear his labored breaths and low groans as real as if he were still above her now, and the ghost of his touches still haunt her in the darkened space of her bedroom even long after she eventually drifts to sleep.

It feels as if she’s barely just closed her eyes when the familiar blare of her alarm slices through an all too vivid dream, the abrupt jolt to her consciousness causing her to bolt upright in her bed with a soft gasp. Her morning routine goes as it usually does, albeit slightly more on edge when the reality of the previous night’s memories come flooding back to her.

She is careful to cover the purple bite-shaped bruise, ensuring that the only physical evidence to come from last night’s encounter is nonexistent to all unsuspecting parties. When she finally braves the descent to the first floor, she cannot help but feel the heavy weight of uncertainty settling atop her shoulders. Things are going to be awkward, of this she is certain, but what she doesn’t plan for is his behavior.

It is as if she doesn’t exist, a specter in her own home as Matt greets Charlie with his typical grunt of acknowledgement and Jude with a brief bump of a fist. There is no ‘good morning’, not even so much as a glance in her direction to acknowledge her presence. He is simply ignoring her...just as he always has...

There is a strange sick sensation settling into the pit of her stomach at the realization that last night meant far more to her than it did to the blonde who sits nearby. A fork pokes around at the eggs on her plate, her appetite abruptly gone when the sickening feeling spreads. She feels....used—a means to an end just like all the others before her and the ones that will undoubtedly come after.

The legs of her chair scrape back whilst her fork clangs down onto her half-eaten plate, redirecting both Jude and Charlie’s attentions. But before Charlie is able to open his mouth to inquire as to the sudden change in his daughter’s demeanor, Kacey cuts him off at the pass.

“I have a test to prep for. I’m going to get a head start to school.”

“I can drive you,” Jude interjects, his tone carrying the same confusion that their father undoubtedly feels as well.

“I’ll walk.” Her reply is swift and final, leaving no room for argument.

She abandons the table without so much as another word and without a glance in Matt’s direction. If he intends to ignore her existence then she’ll be sure to return the favor.

The Heartbreak Prince

Guitar riffs are quickly followed by the booming of a bass that vibrates the walls of the home, both of which precede lyrics that are screamed by the lead singer of the band that currently blasts through the stereo from a floor below. Kacey’s pencil taps, taps, taps a rapid staccato against the page of her open notebook and try as she might to concentrate on the words of the economy book she’s been attempting to study for the past hour, she finds herself unable to do so thanks to the distraction emanating from downstairs.

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Oh, god...

She’s never been more thankful for the low, blue light of the nearby television. The words he utters shoot a rush of embarrassment through her veins, igniting her cheeks with a fierce heat. Is she truly that easy to read?

Again, her breath hitches and this time, she hesitates to respond. “I— I’m not,” she stammers. Between the physical attention he’s showing her body and the near taunting words, she finds herself at a loss; gone is her quick wit and sharp tongue both now long since replaced by a head that is completely devoid of reasonable thought.

“I—” She tries again, opening her mouth to utter the single syllable in some pitiful attempt at spitting out some kind of justification, some small white lie, anything that will pull her out of this moment. But reprieve from the humiliating moment does not come from her own mouth, but rather from the deft bending of a thick finger within her.

Her legs, which are parted to accommodate his much larger frame, press against Matt’s hips as her toes curl from the inexplicable rush of pleasure that pools at the apex of her thighs. Instinctively, one hand reaches down to encircle tiny fingers around the wrist of the hand that continues to work her through her orgasm whilst her other hand reaches out to grasp at the couch cushions, nails digging into the soft fabric.

It’s unclear to her just how long she remains in her post-orgasm haze, but when she finally comes crashing back down to reality, it’s to find Matt’s finger slipping free of his mouth to join the other at the elastic waistband of his sweatpants. It’s immediate, the way that panic washes over her, dousing her in an unwelcome sensation much like that of ice water poured directly over her.

“Wait,” she blurts out a little too loudly into the silence of the night, a hand shooting out to halt his movement.

As she peers up at Matt’s face with wide eyes, she swallows harshly to afford herself a moment to think before doling out a lie that will prevent this situation from escalating any further. “I’m not on birth control...”

The Heartbreak Prince

Guitar riffs are quickly followed by the booming of a bass that vibrates the walls of the home, both of which precede lyrics that are screamed by the lead singer of the band that currently blasts through the stereo from a floor below. Kacey’s pencil taps, taps, taps a rapid staccato against the page of her open notebook and try as she might to concentrate on the words of the economy book she’s been attempting to study for the past hour, she finds herself unable to do so thanks to the distraction emanating from downstairs.

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The Heartbreak Prince

Guitar riffs are quickly followed by the booming of a bass that vibrates the walls of the home, both of which precede lyrics that are screamed by the lead singer of the band that currently blasts through the stereo from a floor below. Kacey’s pencil taps, taps, taps a rapid staccato against the page of her open notebook and try as she might to concentrate on the words of the economy book she’s been attempting to study for the past hour, she finds herself unable to do so thanks to the distraction emanating from downstairs.

The pencil slams down onto the page, pressed down by the palm of her hand as she casts a glance upwards towards the ceiling to ask whatever higher power may be out there for some much needed patience and strength. After inhaling a calming breath, she pushes herself away from the small desk that sits just beneath her bedroom window and rises up onto her feet to exit the room. Small, bare feet carry her petite frame down the nearby stairs that lead to the basement where she knows that she will find her older brother and his best friend.

There is no knock, no courteous behavior on her part when she reaches the door and swings it open to enter the space sectioned off as the home’s fourth bedroom. As expected, she finds her brother, Jude, his tie loosened and the top few buttons of his preparatory uniform undone, in the midst of passing a joint. Her gaze swings from her brother to Matt who looks every bit the same state of undress as her brother as he reaches for the joint, not a care in the world that she is standing in the doorway with hands no perched atop her hips in disapproval.

“Dad’s going to kill you, you know.”

Jude exhales a sigh, simultaneously expelling smoke when he does so. He turns to her with a look of indifference. “Is that why you stomped all the way down here, to tell me that?”

“It reeks. I can smell it upstairs.” Her words go ignored as Jude turns back to the blonde who, she notices, spares her the most fleeting glance all while sporting the same expression of disinterest as her brother. “Turn down the music, asshole. I’m trying to study.”

“You’re always studying.”

“Jude...”

“We’re barely into the school year, you can’t have that much to study. Stop trying to outpace everyone.”

Kacey’s gaze flits back and forth between the two boys in front of her, her cheeks reddening from the anger that she can feel bubbling up within her. Her jaw works momentarily before she drops her arms to her sides and spits out her reply.

“Turn it down or I’ll fucking rat you out.”

As she pivots and begins to make her way back up to her room, the sound of Jude calling her a narc can be heard, eliciting a roll of her eyes upon her ascent.

Months Later

Months. It’s been months since this stupid, horrible, no good crush has developed and it makes her feel like crawling out of her own skin. Of course she would develop these unfounded and unreciprocated feelings for her brother’s best friend, the very same one who never looks her way or even acknowledges her existence even though they live under the same roof now—courtesy of the oh so generous compassion of her father. So when, in the middle of the night—the pair the only ones unable to sleep—she finds herself caged in between Matt and the couch cushion she finds herself confused and, well...

There’s something about the way the blue light of the television highlights Matt’s features as he hovers above her that only adds to the rush of this very surreal scenario.

The pad of his thumb glides along Kacey’s bottom lip, tugging on it slightly as he peers down at her through hooded lids. “Last chance, Kitty-Cat,” he murmurs into the quiet of the night.

Her lips part, breath hitched when his clothed cock presses insistently against the seam of the sleep shorts she wears, the friction of it all hitting her in all the best ways. As her head shakes, her eyes roll back whilst she exhales a soft pleasured sigh slips free. “Don’t stop,” she whispers in reply just before the words are cut off when his lips meet hers.

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this is what i have

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THEME 004 // LYRICALLY.

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Hope everyone’s doing well !!! I’ve spent some time creating this beauty, which admittedly, is probably my favorite of the themes I’ve done so far. Hope you enjoy !!!

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