17 - Drunk in love

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"You need to tuck me in."

Oh boy. What did I get myself into?

"Dylan, you're a grown man," Jake grumbles. "Take your clothes out and let me get you into bed." 

"Noooo! Luna does it!" He whines and all I can do is look at both men wide-eyed.

"I told you he was clingy," his uncle exclaims exasperated. "Dylan, don't force the poor girl to see you naked." 

I can't help but blush.

"Shush, she wants it," he smirks lazily.

"Fucking hell," I mutter. "He's so drunk."

"Oh baby, drunk in loooooove, We be all night, Drunk in loooovee, Last thing I remember is our beautiful bodies grindin' up in that club, Drunk in loooovee!" 

Dylan's body is twisting and grinding on his own bed weirdly as if he were dancing, while Jake and I look at him in shock. Once he finishes his drunken performance we both can't help but crack up laughing out loud.

"Oh boy, I should've recorded this shit," Jake wheezes.

Now  I get why his name is Funcle on his phone. Any other adult would be giving Dylan the scolding of his life and here he is, making fun of his nephew's drunken stupor. 

I can only imagine what these two get up to, sometimes...

"Dylan come on," I try. "Let's get you to bed." 

I grab his arm, trying to have him sitting up so I can take his T-shirt off or we won't be done anytime soon.

"Only if you stay with me," he whispers, looking straight into my eyes.

They're still glazed due to alcohol but I can still see how expectant they are.

"I have to go home, Dylan."

"Then I go with you." He starts o stand up but loses balance right after.

Oh my god, it's like taking care of a fucking child. A giant one.

"You said you'd stay," he whispers. "I need you here." 

"Your uncle won't probably let me stay." I try to reason with him.

"Pfffft, Jakey doesn't mind," he argues back.

I look back at his uncle who has been trying to sober up from his laughing session for the last five minutes.

"Well, I have work early in the morning tomorrow, it'd be helpful if you could stay to make sure he doesn't choke on his own vomit during the night?" he asks with a shrug.

"I-, Okay, fine."

"YES."  

Dylan tries to fist-pump the air but ends up falling onto the mattress with a satisfied grin on his face.

"Ok, let's get you ready for bed," I order and he loses no time, taking his T-shirt off and then starting to unzip his pants.

His abs flex by lifting his head to look at his hands, unzipping the pants. His veiny arms slowly bring the zipper down, giving me a glimpse of his black boxer briefs. 

He is drunk and heartbroken but I can't help the reaction that my body has to the sight of him undressing in front of me. Everything speeds up in my body, heart rate, breathing and the blood coursing through my veins, spreading the warmth everywhere.

Every single corner, alley and opening. 

Even the ones that shouldn't.

Oh fuck.

Am I getting turned on about watching him like this? Totally. 

Get a grip, Luna!

"All done," he confesses at the same time he pulls the bed covers and lays down. "Now, come here and tuck me in!" 

"This is my cue. Have a goodnight kiddos." 

With that, Jake leaves us alone in Dylan's bedroom.

"Get comfortable baby, let's go to sleep."

"Dylan, I am just here to take care of you. Do not call me baby." 

"Shush, stop overthinking," he complains, rolling his eyes.

Taking my combat boots off, I climb to the opposite side of his bed. I'm wearing a pair of sweats and a black T-shirt. My comfort clothing for nights like these and thank fuck I did tonight too.

As soon as I lay my head on the pillow, Dylan pulls the covers from underneath me, forcing my body to turn to the side, opposite to him. A second later, he covers me as well.

"If you won't tuck me in, I will," he whispers and I swear I can hear the smile in his voice.

I shiver when his hand grazes my shoulder, pulling the hair off of it. Then, it travels to my face, where he caresses my cheek and I can't help but bask in the feeling of his touch. At this point, my brain relates him to warmth and comfort but I can't get sidetracked. 

He's just been through a breakup and I won't take advantage of that. Of him.

"Go to sleep."

"I don't want to sleep, I want you," he whispers behind me, pressing his body to mine.

"No-no you don't," I stutter just as he presses a kiss to my shoulder.

"I do, I've been wanting you for weeks now."

"Dylan, you've just been through a breakup and you're confused. Get some sleep." 

He sighs but nods.

"Fine. Just don't leave." He begs and wraps his arm around my waist, pulling me against him and nestling his face into my hair.

It's weird. Awkward even, but so good.

It's so fucking good to be in his arms. 

Ever since he almost kissed me that afternoon, my running thoughts have been solely focused on him. 

How would it feel to kiss him? 

If the feeling of his breath fanning my neck and his arm around me tightly is this disconcerting, to kiss him would be a sensory overload for me.

Slowly, his breathing slows down, letting me know he has finally fallen asleep and with each passing breath, my eyelids get heavier and heavier, forcing me to surrender to sleep as well.

I can only mutter a response to his request, right before falling asleep, "Never."

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A rough pull wakes me up.

It takes me a couple of seconds to realize it was Dylan's hold on me, pulling me tighter to him. As if he hasn't cuddled to me all night long. 

I woke up in a sweat in the middle of the night, due to the sweatpants, the covers and Dylan's body. I tried to subtly get out of his hold but even in deep sleep, he was having none of it. I spent a good fucking fifteen minutes, twisting around without waking him up to get rid of those pants to be able to go back to sleep.

It was a relief then, but a fucking curse now.

Only in a T-shirt and panties, I am too aware of the entirety of Dylan's body pressed to mine. Especially to the morning wood prodding against almost bare ass. 

It's too fucking early for predicaments like these and before I let my judgement be clouded I try to wriggle my way out of his hold. Only to be roughly pulled back against him.

"Fucking hell," I grumble.

"Shuuuuuush," he hisses into my hair.

"I have to fucking pee," I speak loudly this time.

"Please don't yell," he whispers while his hands unthinkingly move up, grazing my skin all the way up from my belly to the bottom of my bra.

I suck in a breath at the touch and Dylan hums.

"What are you doing?"

"Trying to sleep," he answers.

"Can you let me go?" 

"What if I don't want to?" He presses more into me and I gasp.

This guy really knows how to fuck with my mind.

He does all the right things that will cloud my mind and make me go for all of the wrong decisions.

"Dylan," I mutter.

"You feel so good," he whispers.

"One would say that once the alcohol effect had ceased, you'd be less clingy." 

"Oh no, I'm clingy alright," he groans after grinding against my ass. 

All sense comes back onto my brain and I struggle away from his hold, exclaiming, "Stop!" 

We both sit up on the bed, him much slower than me.

"What's wrong?" he asks.

"What's wrong? Seriously?" I scoff. "Something happened with your girlfriend, bad enough to have you drunk out of your mind yesterday and now you're grinding against me as if nothing happened?" 

"Too fucking early for this," he grumbles.

He's deflecting. Is he this upset that he won't talk about it?

Fucking hell, I shouldn't even be here.

"Maybe I should go." 

My voice falters at the end because, even though it pains me to see him suffer for someone else, I want to stay here with him. But it's not right.

I'm diving deeper into this attraction I feel for him, while he's here aching for another girl. How pathetic am I?

"No!" 

And just like that, my body who was once preparing to stand up from the bed is, in a split second, pinned onto the mattress. 

"Don't leave. You said you wouldn't."

"Yeah but it's not appropriate for you to be grinding against me while being upset with another girl. I understand that you still love her, I just-"

"I am not upset because of my feelings for her," he frowns. "I felt guilty for almost kissing you for days. I thought I was the worst guy in the world for craving you while having a girl back at home. I was spiralling while she was out there fucking another guy - or guys! Who knows at this point? I am mad because she was also my best and oldest friend. She may not be the love of my life but she was my friend and she owed me either her loyalty or her honesty. She gave me none."

"Yes, but-"

"Shut up," he growls, pressing his hips onto mine, his head hovering above mine. "I chastised myself for wanting you, I tried to believe that craving you was wrong because I was committed to someone else. But I am not anymore, so I can do whatever the fuck I want."

His eyes lift from my lips to my eyes and there's this mischievous glint that I've learned to recognize every time his brain plans on doing something.

"The only thing I've been wanting ever since I fell onto you is to fucking taste you and now I finally can."

The calloused pads of his fingers find my cheek, caressing on my skin, towards my jawline.

"You're so fucking beautiful and sexy," he whispers, bringing his face closer to mine. "You embarrass the shit out of me and I fucking live for it."

Ragged breaths mixing and chests touching. My mind is reeling, my heart is beating its way out of my chest and my hands are sweating. 

I want this. I want him. 

That much I am sure of, especially after that almost kiss. But not like this.

I don't want to be second best to anything.

"Dylan," I whisper.

But instead of letting him know what's on my mind, my voice trembles enough to bring him closer and that's enough to send my resolve away.

"DYLAN DAVIS!" A female voice booms, just as the door swings open. "You're grounded until your next life youn- OH!" 

"OH, fucking hell mom!" Dylan drops his head onto my shoulder and I freeze in shock and fear. 


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I had a blast writing drunk Dylan!

Well, that hungover was not enough for him to keep it in his pants though... Thank god for Willow!!! Sorry for the cliffhanger, again eheh

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